Most of my artsy-fartsy friends are male...and the women, usually are painters, or musicians - almost no writers.
I've been working with this girl for sometime, and recently I found out some of her passions - and one indeed is to be a writer. I asked her to show me some of her texts, and at first she was a bit hesitant, but finally, yesterday, she dropped about 50 pieces on me. Many are quite personal, so I'm sharing two, pretty neutral ones, with you.
Her writing is so pure, and so genuine. There is real[/i] emotion in it, and lust is not disguised as anything else. Authenticity is the key....all the poems reflect her personality like a mirror. I'm really thankfull she shared them with me - it gives me some perspective.
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She was a Believer
She was a believer
For a short time she was a believer
Then she was a whore
He said he would call
Yeah they all say that after they get something they want
She knew it was a lie
This boy, this man child, this liar
Made a promise
Don’t make a promise you can’t keep
That’s is what she told him
He had shown her a glimpse
Of what could have been
To much belief chased away the dream
She cries at night
Soaking what’s left of a dream
With a salty hope
Not the first time one of his kind has crushed her
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take my wish to the heavens
flutter around in the shallow sky
tease me with your colorful beauty
a single ray of sunshine catches sight of perfection
for only and instant
yet lingering just long enough
flaunting a picturesque frame in nature
effortless existences encircle me
i quietly sit watching waiting
to be graced by faint butterfly kisses
attracted by a milky weed you gather
by the hundreds
surrounding a tortured soul
bringing light
a smile creeps across my face
chasing away black clouds
granting me with a gift a touch
the weightless feel of elegance captured
gently cupped in my hands
a great power is trapped
in a small darkness
bringing my lips closer to whisper
my wish my hope my dream
your silence will forever bear this secret to the universe
now granted with your freedom fly far away
to deliver this unheard obsession to be happy
speak softly to the great spirit
who might allow me this pleasure
please take my wish to the heavens