December 2011
15 posts
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25920 seconds seem like yesterday,
not the trivial things,
like what you said
or what I was wearing that day,
just the feelings after,
hot steam running against cold skin
cheek on hard tile
washing away the bitterness of a wintry chill
with soap and shampoo;
its the insignificant things that get stored away,
and when unearthed later on
at the most inconvenient times
make you...
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The Things the Sky Forgets
I have never known anything more beautiful
than the warmth, blush of the Sun,
incandescent against the pale blue sky,
like the soft flames of a candle,
I’ll graze my fingertips against its glowing edge,
and see the shadows of silhouettes rising
from their sleep
or perhaps, fondle the humidity in the air
as I forget,
that Stars can also burn.
© Nathalie...
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Literaryspill: The Voices Behind the Curtain once... →
writing2u:
The Voices Behind the Curtain
once in a while,
we roll tongue against skin
and skin against teeth
and it is not all, show
primitive sounds escape
revealing, a life’s worth of
hidden auroras and clear
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writing2u:
To the Other Woman’s Other Woman
she savors the taste of love new promises whispering whimsically
aching for more.
more
more
and then some
gorging herself on lies.
she hasn’t noticed yet
the drifter in his eyes
or the smokescreen
that cages his gypsy heart.
she hasn’t noticed yet
that she is me.
© Nathalie M. Viorato
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writing2u:
The Dirt Beneath the Snow
Even if the snow falls.
Covering the soft green earth
with its ashen dust,
altering the ground.
The earth fights back.
Always evolving.
Never devastating.
Even if you come back to me
I won’t.
I won’t.
©Nathalie M. Viorato
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writing2u:
The Memory of Rain
the rain is warm now.
I can feel it
wet, sharp
like acid trickling down
frail, unprotected skin
sliding into my eyes;
every tear cries for you,
every tear burns.
©Nathalie M. Viorato
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writing2u:
The Act of Burning Bridges
You act as though I am easy to forget But you don’t know how- You don’t know how to erase me from your background How to leave behind a good woman- and her broken heart. And you move forward- sharing music, listening to your bands talking about nothing pretending to understand each other- but at night, when you go to bed with her Realize You are...
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Literaryspill: Between Silences Between silences... →
writing2u:
Between Silences
Between silences
the world comes to an end
and there is no commotion
no tempest brewing in the sea
no notice
and people remain people
as the wind stands still
crying themselves to sleep
breaking marriages
being wed
breathing
dancing
laughing
…
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Literaryspill: Consider Blasphemy Consider... →
writing2u:
Consider Blasphemy
Consider blasphemy-
before you condemn me to
the waters of your solitude
and send me unprotected
into the high tide of your stormy sea
do I mean so little to you-
that you would desecrate all we had
without a moments hesitation?
hurl my name among…
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Literaryspill: Of Mornings and Weekdays on mondays... →
writing2u:
Of Mornings and Weekdays
on mondays
I like to listen to music on the train
its always the same-song
the one you dedicated to me
(without knowing of course)
its always the same voice blaring through
vocalizing unhinged thoughts
of desperation and lust
the words…
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Literaryspill: Of Privileges I wrote this for you... →
writing2u:
Of Privileges
I wrote this for you
because you once asked me if you were
privileged enough to be in my writings
and it made me laugh
- the only other option
was to cry-
So I answered maybe, enthralled by your ignorance
and also the inner workings of my own mind
I…
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Literaryspill: Of Good Days On a good day- you can... →
writing2u:
Of Good Days
On a good day- you can barely
hear the echoes of a million feet
marching solemnly into their cages
pacing past slabs of grey concrete
darting in between yellow blurs
and fragile skyscrapping glass
barely scratching the surface of the sky
You can walk…
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Literaryspill: Amor a la Escritura Ven y te cuento... →
writing2u:
Amor a la Escritura
Ven y te cuento un secreto aqui entre los dos
De mi amante en secreto, muy amargo y muy veloz
Y quisa sea la desgracia de mi triste corazon
es cobarde, orgulloso y detalla sin razon
Grita a los cuatro vientos mil detalles de mi dolor
Pues en su…
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Literaryspill: Of First Times The first time- is... →
writing2u:
Of First Times
The first time- is always the hardest
you trace your fingers along every ridge
letting the feel of cold hard glass fill you with anticipation
you run your tongue slowly against the roof of your mouth
savoring the burn
you taste the sugar in the air
and…