Day: April 7, 2018

Flame And Fury

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We all yearn for a Blaze Of Glory. Come read Sarah’s “Flame and Fury” and feel the yearnings!

Sarah Doughty

“Maybe this is how we were destined to end.
With flame and fury.”

Maybe this is how we were destined to end. With flame and fury instead of indifference and silence. Or maybe, that was just wishful thinking. To have you one last time. To taste you. To feel you all around me. Inside me. Like you were the atmosphere and my oxygen. Like we were gasping for air and this would give us one last breath. Because I’d much rather suffocate on you, than to never have you again.

© Sarah Doughty

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What Your Girlfriend Wants

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Come and learn what your girlfriend/wife wants!!

Discovering Your Happiness

Hello loves, ❤

She wants you to touch her mindlessly while the two of you watch a movie – she doesn’t want that ‘Netflix and Chill’ touching, where the movie is clearly just a pretext to do something else. She wants you to drag your fingers lightly along her arm, in her hair, on her hand. She wants to know that you want to touch her as a matter of habit, as a reflex that just feels more right than doing nothing at all. Touching should become second nature, not always a means to an end.

She wants you to surprise her, but not with some grand gesture you saw in a movie. She doesn’t need the guy lighting a hundred candles in the shape of a heart or a cheesy word, and she doesn’t need to be serenaded with soft guitar music. She needs something that is romantic to…

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Waiting…

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Come read and think on Dwight’s intense and honest post – “Waiting”

Roth Poetry

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Waiting to Die 

Becomingobsolete is one of life’s most difficult burdens

It is not something that comes on quickly

But rather happens over a few years

When things once held dear are no longer valued by the next generation

It raises a turmoil of the soul that at first kicks and screams

But gradually subsides into a churning rumble

Only to be followed by a great dull ache

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Becoming physically challenged only adds to the burden

Our bodies slow down // wear out // won’t co-operate // get repaired

Bounce back at times // only to slowly head back down the slippery slope of time

That waits for no one // but seems tocareen wildly toward the cliff

This too raises the turmoil of the soul //that at first kicks and screams

But gradually subsides into that churning rumble

Only to be followed by a great…

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