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First Kiss
Happy Valentine’s Day, Ragers! In honor of this stupid holiday lovely day for the loveliness of lovers, I am sharing a poem with you. I wrote it for my creative writing class and it is a true account of our first kiss. I can’t believe it’s been almost 15 years….
My Big Moment-The Poem
As the cheery voices died down
and the over bright colors fade
to black on the dusty TV,
I unfold my tiny frame up
and off of the creaky old bed.
The faded paisley comforter
caught my sandal and I scoot it.
His hand; large and roughly calloused
grabs mine, engulfing it fully.
His dark brown eyes plead with me
to stay, I shake my head and hide
my eyes behind long, dark brown bangs
I gently pull the bedroom door
open and my mouth then waters
from the delicious smell of food
being fried in the kitchenette.
I slide out, into the darken
dusk of the tiny apartment.
I drag my feet reluctantly
along the juice blemished carpet
as I head towards the front door.
My hands twist and flutter at the
border of my gauzy chemise,
I notice a little pink stain
standing out boldly on the white
fabric. I want to turn back and
ask him if he felt the same way
I did but fear propels me on.
Did I make his heart race wildly?
Did he want me now, for always?
I hesitate again, staring
at the peeling paint on the door,
noticing it mirrors a wave
pale grey crashing through the grimy
handprint and fingerprint smudged white.
Suddenly his warm hand was there
on my bare arm and my skin seemed
to come alive; nerves bursting with
fire at every point of contact.
Gently he turned me to face him.
I could feel his breath warm and sweet
bearing down softly on my face.
I look up, and then up some more,
as he towers above my head.
I inhale deeply, basking in
the rich, heady scent of Chanel.
His eyes bare deeply into mine
and I see many questions there.
I don’t get a chance to answer,
he wraps his arm around my waist
buries his hand deep in my long hair.
And it is then that he kisses me.
The kiss is soft, cautious at first
but deepens as I respond.
And in that one single moment
I have just one thought: Forever.
He steps back, loosening his grip,
“So, do you wanna be my girl?”
The seriousness is now gone,
In its place is a goofy grin.
Coherent words now elude me,
so I nod my head nervously
and I skitter out through the door.
Pushing the staleness of the hall
Away until it shuts, hard
behind me and I pause, feeling
the hot, sultry afternoon air
settle, heavy on my cool skin.
My emotions are all jumbled
up between excitement and fear.
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Hey, did you see my new blog?? It’s where I will be posting my fiction and creative writing ventures form now on.
Related Articles
- The Science of Kissing (psychologytoday.com)
- TV Kisses Video Montage (geektyrant.com)
On The Wings of Butterflies
When it’s late and I can’t sleep
My thoughts run long and deep
My mind wanders where it will
And I get a secret thrill
As I send up wishes on the wings of butterflies
That keep fluttering through my mind
I think of pain, I think of love
The challenges to rise above
I can do it if I try
It’s ok if I must cry
I’ll look inside and I’ll dig deep
To find the strength that I must keep
My voice will never fade away
I’m here to fight, I’m here to stay
I saw a spark, I saw a peek
When the illness was getting weak
I want my angel girl here with me
I wish the bipolar would just flee
On the wings of butterflies…
On the wings of butterflies…
On the wings of butterflies…
It’s so hard to watch anyone suffer from mental illness. But it must be hardest of all to watch a child. So young, with no life expierence to compare their feelings to. To be a kind and loving heart trapped within a chemically unbalanced brain. So lost, so sad…..I so look forward to the day when things line up, the meds and the therapy, the learning environment and the damn stars and planets if that’s what it takes to see her smile, all the way to her eyes without the shadows of sadness or the vacancy of too much meds…
Writer’s Workshop:Stop and Smell the Flowers
It’s that time again! This week’s prompts are…..(drum roll please)…..
1.) The Love List. Write a list of 50 things you look for in a man.
2.) Write a poem about a picture.
3.) What does your child do that reminds you most of yourself? How does it make you feel?
4.) Write a letter to whatever is stopping you from losing the extra weight you’d like to lose.
5.) What summer means to your family.
His teenage entrances approaches fast,
I find myself reviewing the past,
The months when he was part of me,
The day my body pushed him free,
Cuddled, nourished at my breast,
The little smile I loved best
Toddler, preschooler, starting SCHOOL,
Time flies so fast it’s sometimes cruel.
Rushing, rushing, everyday
Days and years they fly away
Can I catch my breath, take a rest…
And then that small that I love best…
Says, Stop.and smell the flowers.
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Much love!
A "Good" Good-Bye
