Intimate Connection

bruisedbelly:

Because I just like it more every time I read it :)

Originally posted on The Migraine Chronicles:

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My new Duet partner is nottooold2 who likes to refer to himself as an “old dog”, I am sure he has a few tricks left in him.  Head over to his page Insecurely Confident and throw him a bone for working with me on this project.  Honestly I had a great time and cannot wait to get started on our next one.

While she sat across the table
she watched his eyes caress her face
she wondered what he was thinking
as her mind began to race

He knew she felt his gaze
for which he did not hide
a tidal swell of yearning
building deep inside

A gentle touch upon her cheek
memorizing every feature
what might she see in him
such a beautiful creature

She relaxed in the comfort of his eyes
a feeling she hadn’t known in a while
apprehensive yet willing
she tilted her head and softly smiled

To her…

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Invisible

I told him
it is hard, what we do
he said
I don’t know what you refer to

being invisible
living in between shadows
of you and me

living in mobile phones
and computer screens

dodging bullets
inquiries
and other things

never knowing if each word is the last
if we speak
too slow
or too fast

I said

this life is different from most
but I like it
I like the folks
that live in the shadows

that live in my screen
and the few
the far in between
who have gotten to know the real me

Yes,
it’s a different life that we lead
when it is through words
that we bleed

He Knows How To Talk To Me

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He knows how to talk to me
he keeps it real, honest, and sexy
he uses words that excite me
continually soiling my panties

He likes it when I tell him as much
that I am wet and I want his touch
he wants to hear what I do to myself
when I think of him and no one else

I like the way he sets me on fire
it comes in waves, this desire
crashing over my entirety
completely engulfing all of me

Yeah, he knows how to talk to me
my mind, my soul, my body
he knows to talk in such a way
to really make me want to stay

And The Truth Is

The truth is
sometimes I just don’t know

I just don’t understand
I simply don’t have
a clear comprehension
of who I am

I still get tripped up on
the little things
like feelings
and plans
and tomorrows

and sometimes even
yesterdays

but I’m really good with today
and most of the time
I now exactly what to say

but promises trip me up
because I can’t control everything

and no matter what you say
I’m not as strong
as I need to be
and you know what
sometimes I don’t even
feel like I’m pretty

I get much more easily
overwhelmed
than anyone can ever tell
so then I stumble
and I fall
and I feel so small

so the truth is
I am just
a silly clumsy girl
trying to make it
in this great big stupid world

What My Grandmothers Taught Me

bruisedbelly:

My Grandmothers, still the wisest women I’ve ever known.

Originally posted on The Migraine Chronicles:

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count your Blessings not your crosses

count your gains not your losses

you are smarter than you know

you have beauty that doesn’t show

you are stronger than any of them

put your trust in the Lord not in men

love with everything that you’ve got

love hard, forever, and never give up

use words of kindness and of grace

stand tall with your body, smile with your face

how you treat others is how they’ll treat you

but always to your own self be true

your family is your blood keep them near

someday when you’re old you will need them, dear

wash your face every night

exercise and eat right

say “I Love You”, don’t hold back

tell the truth, use facts

find a job you enjoy

marry a wise boy

find time to read everyday

seek knowledge in every way

do not be afraid to fight for…

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Synchronicity Of Heart

with you

Something deep inside me
screaming out for you
mind and body burning
this feeling must be true

And deep inside of me
a fire I can’t put out
through the day, through the night
it’s your name alone I shout

Minutes turn to hours
hours turn to days
cacophony of passion
my mind is in a haze

My mind is whirling
spinning uncontrollably
don’t ever let it end
this feeling you give to me

We share this feeling dear
so naturally it flows
effortless and fluidly
our connection grows

Connection becoming stronger
by leaps and by bounds
feelings so much deeper
than I can wrap my mind around

It’s crazy when you think of it
miles and miles apart
two people intertwined by fate
synchronicity of heart

A Duet by- nottooold2 & bruisedbelly

Shall We Begin

bruisedbelly:

Because even the weekends can be long.

Originally posted on The Migraine Chronicles:

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Shall we begin?

I’ve missed you

and

I’ve been lonely

and hungry for you

touching myself

just doesn’t do

I need you

I want you

inside of me

I want you

throbbing,

pushing deep

I want your lips

on my neck

on my breasts

on my (gasp) oh…

shall we begin

oh, I’ve missed you so

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I Already Knew

bruisedbelly:

Sometimes things don’t have to be said.
And sometimes this little fucker sneaks into my head.

Originally posted on The Migraine Chronicles:

The best “I love you”
I’ve  ever heard
the best I love you
was without his word

His friend told me
his friend said
you’re the girl
from the stories in my head

I’ve heard of you
both night and day
you are every word
he used to say
and in his dreams
you would visit
his talk of you
was without limit
I feel like we’ve
been friends all along
I feel like our
bond is strong
I know what you
like and what you don’t
I know about your
broken crazy bone

You are all
he has
spoken of
You are his All
You are his Love

He never told me
“I Love You”
he never had to
I already knew

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Let’s Just Fuck About It

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I don’t want to talk about it anymore
the talking has become a bore
can we just fuck about it please
because fucking is what we need

we can talk about it all day long
talk about right, talk about wrong
or we can fuck the day away
without a single word to say

baby we can debate about this and that
smile, laugh, chit and chat
or you can take me down slow
start at the top and work your way low

baby this talk is boring me
I want some action, don’t you see
shut your mouth and kiss my lips
drop your pants grab my hips

do not say one more thing
let your body do the talking
can’t we just fuck the day away
I don’t want to hear what you have to say

The Shakes and Shit

The good news – I am back on my full dose of medication and my headaches are under control, yay me!!

The bad news – my body is still adjusting, and the shakes and tinglings are back.  Personally I am a fan of the tinglings, except in my finger tips, because, well I just use my fingers all day long.  And the shakes, well fuck that!!  I fucking hate that shit.  I mean I look ridiculous for one, and it takes for fucking ever to do any thing.  This morning, it took me 15 mins to do my eyeliner, and I’ll admit, the eyeliner and eyeshadow (which I could not open) went flying across my bedroom (I’ll find them later).

The good news – I have medication to held control the shakes!

The bad news – it is a blood thinner, so it makes me bruise like an old lady on coumadin.  I will bruise if you look at me hard.

So bottom line.  It’s a beautiful Saturday, I am headache free, but look like a strung out battered woman who had a fight with her eyeliner.  LOL

I am hoping by mid-month my body will have adjusted according, wish me luck.

Sometimes, I’m Right

Most of the time
we fight
but sometimes he tells me
I’m right

I tell him
Of course, I already know
or I wouldn’t
have said so

then he
gives me the evil eye
as if I’m telling
him a lie

he doesn’t like it
when I’m right
it is harder
to pick a fight

but the truth is
I know it all
when I’m talking
Birds baseball

so he’ll just say
you are right dear
but only about this topic
let’s just be clear

My Drive

drive
Windows down
radio up,
hair blowing
around my face.
Too fast
around curves!
Singing out loud.
Shaking my ass.
Waving at boys,
in cars,
in trucks,
on bikes.
I'm free
to be me.
no pretend,
no deadline,
no, 
got to get it done.
I don't have
to be good,
or do what
I should.
Freedom!
For me,
by myself.
No one around
to care
what I do.
So I do
what I want;
in my car
on my time,
on my drive.


Fuckery

Today is, and has been a complete fuck fuckery of a day.

If it were not for my amazing partner who continually lifts me up
I would probably have either offed myself or someone else just from sheer frustration.

So since “Fuck” is the theme of the day, and I post music on Friday – here you go

Sometimes I just wanna Fuck about it!

also I love me some Foo Fighters

 

 

 

 

One Foot in Reality

Plans I can’t make
trips I can’t take
my hands shake

Feet planted here
heart, mind elsewhere
future clearly unclear

Black and white makes grey
the color of words we say
but it’s alright baby, it’s okay

Heart thumps out of my chest
holding on with bated breath
I just don’t know what is next

Fantasy and reality become blurred
holding back my words
some things should not be heard

I can’t explain it anyway
what can I possibly say
that I need you more each day

Can time be stopped for us
if we pout if we fuss
we can ignore we can discuss

But still time marches on
a different day a different song
twenty four more hours gone

Good morning how are you?
I’d feel better if you knew,
I want Both Feet next to you

In Need of Some Support (Important-Please Read)

Originally posted on Blood 'N' Shadow Writings:

I usually don’t like using this as a method to address matters, but in this case I’ve got no other choice. This situation is about my children and me, and I’ll do whatever I can to be there for them. Please read this! It’ll only take you a few minutes.

Hi! My name is Michael Santana. I’m a father of two children. I’ve been divorced for a year. I’m a music producer, poet and painter. I’ve been doing all of these for years. I’ve struggled to get money doing these things or any other way. I’ve promoted myself in a few places with no luck. I traveled to the United States with the hope that I could change that and see if I could make money.

In the process of my divorce, I lost my house, including all of my belongings. My ex-wife kept the house and proceeded to get…

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My Next Life

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I never thought I’d want this life to end
to be over and be through
but now I’m in a hurry
just to spend the next with you

My next life will be different
I’ll plan it from the start
I’ll meet you early on
and we’ll never ever part

We’ll do all those things
we’re forever talking of
drinking beer and watching baseball
because those are things we love

I can sit and chatter on
about all the things we’ll do
but some things are best
just kept between me and you

Yes, my next life will be different
I’ll plan it from the start
it’s just the waiting will be hard
while we are apart

Oh, Did I Do That

Originally posted on The Migraine Chronicles:

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Did I make you feel?
Did I make you hard?

Are you uncomfortable
where you are

do you need a little relief
do you need
to be inside of me

because doll
I’ll tell you a little fact
I would really, really
like that

if you are uncomfortable
with the things I say

if you get hard
from my word play

I just get excited
a little bit more

oh look,
my panties
just hit the floor

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