Hard Pressed on All Sides

Hard pressed on all sides Flattened like paper Walls closing in Nowhere to go Can’t turn Stand Be Hard pressed on all sides That was me That day… I lie THOSE days Knocking on doors That would not open Can’t think Hear See Hard pressed on all sides That was me O, I hate that day… I lie THOSE days… When I felt Hard pressed on all sides […]

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Gray Area

I Am The Weakest Link

Breaths and kisses And butterflies Heaving movements Where my heart lies Walls and pressing And pinning abound Lips that flirt But don’t touch down Fingers and skin And bodies that sync My breasts to his chest That’s it! I Am The Weakest Link October 2014 Jeannie Shaw Poetry

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Crazy

Crazy

He wants me to draw, He thinks my creativity can be summoned. He should know better. Might even say… He should know best. I am here, Contending with thoughts… To touch, …kiss, …maybe I better not say. I am fighting fantasies, About counters, …couches, …walls. I. Really. Should. Not. Say. I am breathing. Exhaling. Marinating butterflies, In the love pit of my tummy… Toward […]

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She Was

she was dying in there slowly but surely losing herself… hiding crying defending fighting losing she was everything sad fading slowly into a dark hole she was failure and demise even worse, she was out of touch with her soul she was dying in there slowly but surely losing herself… thoughts wants desires dreams connections she was everything wrong doing nothing right she was a […]

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