nearly a year of magic

magic is hard to find

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as sunlight filters throughdeeply hidden secretsof thoughts and mindsleaves diving blowingthe emptiness of  lack of care or thoughtpeeling back bark to see:is the girl-tree still green? 

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

as sunlight filters through
deeply hidden secrets
of thoughts and minds
leaves diving blowing
the emptiness of  
lack of care or thought
peeling back bark to see:
is the girl-tree still green? 

(Source: nearlyayearofmagic)

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Novels are forged in passion, demand fidelity and commitment, often drive you to boredom or rage, sleep with you at night. They are the long haul. They are marriage. Stories, on the other hand, you can lose yourself in for a few weeks and then wrap up, or grow tired of and abandon and (maybe) return to later. They can cuddle you sweetly, or make you get on your knees and beg.
David Leavitt (via writingquotes)

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i am not
gone.

i have been
happy-making

with the happiest-making

girl

i have ever met.

happy-making is waking up
every morning
to her kisses
to her hand tangled in mine
(when she’s not pushing me
off the bed,
that is) 
to her legs
brushing me.

happy-making is not
having to shave
my legs
every
day.

happy-making is
being who i am
for me
because
she loves me
for every
thing

i could ever
hope to be.

 

(Source: nearlyayearofmagic)

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it is a wonderful feeling
being comfortable
in the skin
you’re in
when someone else loves
the skin
you’re in.

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this process
working you out of
my system,
working me back in,
working on
being
happy

has finally paid off.
i learned
how to be
happy

again.

the tiny rush of fingers
curled against mine,
the coolslickpress of skin
burrowed into my back
the burst of joy, wriggling fingers
into sides
(and inside)
the press of smiles against lips
just touching
the press of tongues
learning each other
through movements
and words

(more than you ever
bothered to know
about me
at
all)

the sheer joy of seeing
yourself
through her eyes.

the purity of knowing
you are liked
for just
who
you
are.

happiness is not a person,
or not only,
but tiny spiky glinting smirking laughing
smiling laughing learning touching holding
sleeping cuddling feeling thinking asking
listening comforting healing teasing
knowing wondering sharing wanting

ginger girl

is contributing to mine
in a way I have always hoped
someone would. 

at last I am happy
and at last i
am free. 

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