creative writing
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On February 14th NYC took me out on a date Cosmopolitan allure multilingual skill set Knew how to thrill, fluorescent sound all around Drew me in with honey roasted peanut scents But a cheapskate McDonald’s dinner on Valentine’s Day You’re beautiful beautiful beautiful it said Captivated me with hidden…
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I dreamed of Machu Picchu the voices of my ancestors calling to my soul evoking past life memories. Royalty, daughter of the sky standing by mama ocllo’s side. Constructed our masterpieces in stone Regal and adorned in gold. Our empire vast and wide We lived on top of the mountains civilization on the rise Inti…
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Neruda the narcasstic fish, that fell in love now stuck in the tank Staring at his reflection peck, peck, peck Loner, electric green eyes brooding in a corner no surprises just sulky
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Floating umbrellas Shoveling igloo tunnels Snow up to my eyes
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We’ve never said hello or goodbye don’t know the warmth of your body or life by your side I wonder about your voice. Maybe I’ll meet you and make the wrong choice.
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like a cup of tea body warmth correcting the holes Always room for more
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Green monster rearing Tickle in the stomach Flashing heart pain
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If hearts could sing it would sound like her seamlessly going through the highs and lows velvet sound notes like tear drops, but in command bouncing on the scale speaking a language you can’t understand universal love whispers that break glass cries that fill the blackholes of the universe. But maybe its like his pain…
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He wrote her words solidifying he was a love that would rock her soul shook her to the very core. He gave only crumbs leaving her hungry Battled an internal war should she stay or go? bliss by his side spirits flying high that smile she recklessly adored but he would ignore desire for others…
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It’s that first kiss, hungry for his mouth and everything south My little furnace bodies intersect each time feels better yet He knows where I want his hands to roam, his chest my home Joy explosions radiating waves of happiness from head to feet Not knowing when we’ll meet again,…
Yesenia Guerra 