23 - Atlanta, GA
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Read. Write. Live. Grow. Love. Lose.
Whatever you do, do it with reckless abandon.
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Unless otherwise noted, all poetry and creative writing it the original work of Owen B. Anderson. All work is © copyright, but please share and give due credit.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Warrior Dash 2012 - Clayton, GA
May 19, 2012
Yes. We. Are. Bad.
me and daniellemariep had adventure time today.
this is what we found.
there were some deer too, about 6-7 of them, but they were to far away for a picture
Exotic Name Word Scramble
Chyroena
- Cry
- Can
- Car
- Core
- Care
- Hero
- Ran
- Ron
- Roach
- Chore
- Rye
- Nero
- Near
- Hare
- Are
- Hoe
- Reno
- An
- Ear
- On
- No
- Orc
- Or
- Char
- Year
- Orca
- Arch
- Reach
- Ray
- Hay
- Earn
- Hone
OH MY GOD. MY BIRTHDAY IS MAY 7TH
They must have known it was my birthday.
May is about to beat me in the fucking face…in the absolute best way imaginable.
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May 1st - Rise Against and A Day to Remember
May 4th - Kottonmouth Kings
May 8th (my birthday) - All-American Rejects
May 13th - Thrice
May 15th - Eve 6 and The Audition
May 25th - William Becket (from The Academy Is…)
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I’M GONNA BE SO FAR IN DEBT AT THE END OF THIS MONTH.
totally worth it
And it’s covered in prints from
The month you spent with me.
And I’ve cataloged it,
Arranged the report with a chapter every week
And I’ve studied sleepless
Biting my nails and grinding my teeth.
And I think I’ve had it,
But that makes two of us,
‘Cause you’ve had it with me.
And here in the meantime,
I’m a fly on the wall, and glued to the action.
A twist in the plotline,
A demand for a call, the loss of attraction.
And I’ll tell you the worst part:
You’re exactly the way that I thought you would be
So I’ll staple the last call
‘Cause I’ll move away, but I’m never ready to leave.
Whoa, whoa.
I’ll move away but I’m never ready to leave.
This house is haunted
But not in the way that you’ve always heard it said
And I’ll dust the attic
No razor teeth making camp beneath your bed.
But I’ve heard them walking late at night
With twins of confusion and regret
And they share ths stories of things that I have done
That I’d rather just forget.
Here in the meantime,
I’m a fly on the wall, and glued to the action.
A twist in the plotline,
A demand for a call, the loss of attraction.
And I’ll tell you the worst part:
You’re exactly the way that I thought you would be
So I’ll staple the last call
So I’ll move away but I’m never ready to leave.
(I’ll move away but I’m never ready to leave.)
So this is how it feels to be 24
A thief without a key to an open the door
Just peering through the window
For any clue,
Or anything explaining a part of you.
I guess the real question is, I don’t know,
Is, why I am afraid of letting go?
Why am I afraid of letting go?
Here in the meantime,
I’m a fly on the wall, and glued to the action.
A twist in the plotline,
A demand for a call, a loss of attraction.
And I’ll tell you the worst part:
You’re exactly the way that I thought you would be
So I’ll staple the last call
Cause I’d move away but I’m never ready to leave.
Whoa, whoa
Well I’ll move away but I’m never ready to leave.
Cause I’d move away but I’m never ready to leave.
Well I’d move away but I’m never ready to leave.
Lethe
Resolute, I stand
as a figure head,
out front the folds of cerulean pastures.
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Adamant, I remain
a trophy.
a facade.
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Resolute, I carry
the weight
of unsolicited affairs.
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Unrestrained, I lead,
headway into this maelstrom
and crack beneath the hurling tide.
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Un-requited, I give,
and in the holds,
demons toil.
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Blindly, I fall.
The melting point of wax
breaking silence of the Sirens.
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Helplessly, I sink
beneath the plow
of Charon’s ferry.
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Definition: Lethe is the river of oblivion or forgetfulness in the Underworld in Greek mythology. The dead would drink the waters of Lethe to forget their earthly existence.
host
Speak to me.
Drown my days,
and nights,
with the amiable drone
of timid affection
and tittered wants.
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Wet, from sweat,
behind the ears,
ready to taste the raw emotion,
to release the tension.
to fill a void.
to grace the devil’s dance floor.
Wear you like a crown (part 4/4)
You let out one brief, subtle moan urging me not to stop. Now that I’m on the spot I thrust you from inside and out with short, fast strokes from my fingers and tongue. You tell me if keep going and you’ll come, so I double my efforts. With my other hand I begin squeezing your tit and twisting your nipples as you thrust your hips into my face. Suddenly I grab you by the waist and flip you over on top of me. I move your pussy on top of my face and you begin riding my face.
My tongue is now all over your dripping pussy, hot and ready to cum as you grind my tongue into your sweet hole. With my right hand I begin rubbing your clit and you start riding harder. Your breaths are deeper, with more contractions as you tell me you’re about to cum. I grab your tits and squeeze hard as you throw your arms on my chest and dig your nails into me. You begin to shudder and moan as your insides quiver and throw you into an orgasmic fit with my tongue still flicking and licking your pussy.
As you begin to calm down I slow my pace, your pussy still in my mouth. You take off the blindfold with a huge smile on your face and we lock eyes, each of us with a sparkle of sheer delight. You sigh a huge relief as I look up at you and say, “Again?”
