The way she dances in the pool makes me utterly joyful - gleeful - happy - bright; just happy.
She insisted that she take her clothes off and I watch.
Although it didn’t happen like that, the thoughts in my head persuade me otherwise and my imagination can take me so far it’s not anything I can control.
Pink is a color I love seeing on a woman’s body as much as purple and blue.
When it gets too blue I think of you and how beautiful the sun made the hues in your hair turn from me staring at you to laughing and then to sitting in the grass in chatting…
I say I love spontaneity, but maybe I just love women. I love the way they look and I love the way they talk.
Someone could say she was mean to you but everyone is looked at by everyone so differently, how could you possibly know what she really meant if you didn’t ask her?
Ask her more….
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Aubrie Belle
A writer who excels in the overwhelming. My overwhelming is, LIFE. Poetry is an attribute to my life, so have it take affect in yours too.
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Ideas
I am a human being—full of mistakes, full of ideas—some bad, some not worth letting escape. If they do get out they may act like bees; swarming to find the next filling thing without any regard for practicality. So some ideas fall into a jar to die in the back of the cupboard. Maybe one day they'll resurface—pressure too much to handle and I'll have no choice but to let the bees look for their pollen to make honey. It may not be so bad after all—letting the swarm escape to make something new for me or anyone unfamiliar. It's only a problem when it's wasps unknowingly released. That, I do apologize for.
By Andi Leigh4 days ago in Poets
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Great writing! Excellent work!