poeticdesires

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Archive for January, 2017

1.17.17 In Another Universe —

Ciudad Nezahualcoyotl “Live from Washington, D.C., I’m Poetic Desires. President-elect Clinton continues to urge the Senate to accelerate the pace of cabinet confirmation hearings. Her Secretary of State nominee, current Vice President Joe Biden, is set to appear on Thursday, the day before Mrs. Clinton’s inauguration. The new President’s national security team has had their sessions, but […]

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1.16.17 Conflicted —

Pay rent or symbolically protest? Speak the truth, and possibly lose work, or stay quiet and keep your job? I cried today during my gig. Only for a little bit. Only for a moment. Lyrics to “One Last Time” from Hamilton came to mind: “Teach them how to say goodbye.” I know it’s been eight […]

1.15.17 My Fantasy Man —

~ who I see when I’m cuming ~ I dreamed you up one day to soothe my aching heart. You are the man who loves me, charms me, tames me, and trains me. You are the man I want and need most. I call you Daddy because that’s what I want. Protector, by my side, […]

1.14.17 The Wannabe Busker —

~ thoughts from a character ~ How many big stories can you tell? I’ve got lots. Comes from growing up the way I did, with the people I did, and living the life I do. I’m a special fucking snowflake. Most of my stories are full of shit. They’re real, but consist mostly of all […]

1.13.17 Loss Of Control —

~ a nightmare from my fucked up subconscious ~ [trigger warning for a depiction of kidnapping and rape] I woke up cold, in a cave, wet, with sand on my extremities and my face. I wore a ripped long nightshirt and nothing else. I was dazed, disoriented, and confused. My hands were cuffed and attached to […]

1.12.17 My Sense Of You —

~ a poem ~ You smell like oranges, rinds ripped, zest tingling, bright and peppy and alive. You taste like candy, savory and sweet; I wanna gobble you up. You sound like sex, but, then again, you always do, whether it’s your moaning now or the way you pronounce my name. You feel like heaven […]

1.11.17 I Miss You —

~ a poem ~ Your hair is shorter. I guess you got it cut this past weekend. Before your bangs shaded your eyes. Now I see them as you pass by. You never look at me in the halls. You don’t really look at anyone, actually, but it feels like you’re intentionally not looking at […]

1.10.17 The End Is Coming —

~ a meandering string of thoughts ~ My eyes watered many times during President Obama’s speech tonight, moments where I allowed the emotions and gravitas of his words to break through. I soon clamped those feelings back down out of a sense of self preservation. That’s how my head works. The next four years are […]

1.9.17 Spelling Out Goodbye —

~ a poem ~ All I ask Before you leave, Calling it quits on us, Divorcing our lives Ever after, is please Forgive me. Grant me peace. Help me to move on from you In a way that will matter, that will last. Just the words will do, Kindness shown in this moment, a Last […]

1.8.17 Drunk Blogging —

I haven’t done this in a while. Yes, I am actually drunk. I killed a bottle of Moscato while watching the Golden Globes (#SoulGlobes #HiddenFences) and then Brooklyn 9-9 on Hulu. Brooklyn 9-9 is fucking hilarious and low key diverse. Also Rosa is hot. And Terry Crews is a walking wet dream. Casey Affleck is […]