Rain on Cabrillo – Mark Tulin

I pull over on Cabrillo
to watch the rain
through my car window,

a blur of swaying palm trees
and cloud-burst windy skies,
an impression by chance,
an engraving on a wet afternoon
into a waterfall of glory.

Pouring rain is a haze of simplicity,
subdued and opulent,
channeling liquid energy
into one narrow moment
of youth and purity.

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Clichés – Mermaid

You asked what I have to offer?

Well nothing much.

Few poetries, painted pots
and your sketches on
coffee dipped sheets.
Weird music, witty remarks
and book stores
of nearby streets.

Few jars of nutella,
breakfast dates,
And wind chimes
on your gates.

We both know
I’m not going to stay.
I promise not to leave
your world, pale and grey.

You’ll start to know metaphors
maybe fall for cliches too?
Love is not supposed to hurt
I will prove this to you.

I promise you’ll learn to go out,
whether it’s summer or snow.
Rain will stop stealing your smile,
I’ll teach you to paint rainbow.

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Delicious – Michelle Cook

There was something about him

Maybe it was his resistance
The slight hesitation in his voice
The thrill of the chase
The game he fashioned just for me

Whatever it was
There was something there
Something that really turned me on
Something that made me wanna play

He hid his perversions well
In a place of secrecy and self-denial
Never confessing to the urges
Which plagued his corrupted soul

And whatever drove his appetite
For all those lewd, secretive cravings
Made him even more alluring to me
Relentlessly arousing my primal instincts

I remember reading his every thought
Drowning in his desires
And the very thought of him
Was delicious

© 2019 Michelle Cook

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Envy – Nan Mykel

Envy is a no-no word, harsher than jealous.  When I feel envy I admit to myself that I have failed, and I think I feel more anger than when I feel jealous.  Jealousy feels more childish, or adolescent.  Envious reaches the stage of gnashing teeth, a dark corner  to plot revenge in, and the garbage can–no, sewer pot.

Does it also carry with it a dislike of the person envied?  I’m just exploring my id, you see.  I can’t easily imagine feeling envy of someone I like and enjoy.  I’ve decided (now) that envy may be the most multi-leveled and torturous emotion of all.  Hate is clean and honest in comparison.

At least feeling envious leads me to my dashboard to reflect

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overflow – A Writer’s Soul

Overflowing emotion runs through my veins,
And like a flood gate,
It opens at the worst times,
Cascading down and taking everyone with it,
Reminding me I am a slave to the flow of the current,
Taking me which ever way it deems most important,
Sailing on the tides,
We find you waiting,
As though you knew exactly where we’d wash up,
And for the shores that bury themselves in my thighs,
The sand gathering and falling around me,
I stand tall,
As though not underwater by the overwhelming symptoms,
Reaching for your hand,
To guide me to the other side.

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