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UNPLUGGED

I'm an outlet without a plug.
All this energy flow
with nowhere to go,
and the plug
is just lying on the floor.
Oh my god!
Put the plug in the socket!
It's driving me
insane!

©drc 2005

Creative Writing Challenge this week ... I'm finally getting a moment to actually participate -- taking a bit of creative license with the assignment, but it was:  Write about your first creative expression.

PICKLE PUSS

"Here, have her try this,"
my father had said,
and the family, they waited
for what was ahead.

He handed to me,
(but a babe at the time)
a piece of dill pickle:
He said it was mine!

Upon my first tasting
the morsel so sour
My face screwed up tightly:
expression most dour.

The look on my face
made the family roar
and they all laughed again
... when I asked for some more.

©drc 2005

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FLAMMABLE

You didn't light a fire.
I was ready:
waiting to burst into flame.
Even my eyes exposed
how very dangerous it would be
if you were to
spark
but once.
You didn't light a fire
and we both remained
unscathed.

© drc 2005

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A FANTASY OF WORDS

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IN HIDING

You think you know
my inner soul...
Please don't try to figure me out
for what's within
is dark and grim
You'd best not know what it's about

My surface shell
covers me well
keeping dirty dark secrets inside
but now and then
(I never know when)
little bits get exposed and can't hide.

Some day to deal
with all I feel
some day to fit well in my skin
but until then
(I don't know when)
It's a matter of where to begin!

©drc 2005

WORD CHEFS

We slice,
and we dice,
and we fine julienne

Our words
are like knives.

It's a war
without end.

©drc 2005

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INHALING

I felt your breath
against my neck
and it made me
shiver

You gently caught
my earlobe
between your teeth
and I heard you
inhale...
so close
you made me sigh

I felt your beard
your four o'clock shadow
lightly scratching
against my chin.

Your tongue
and your lips
licked and nibbled
their way down to my shoulder
and across my collarbone

My head leaned back
and you heard me inhale...
so close
it made you moan.

and with my hands
I held your face
and brought your lips to mine

because inhaling
was not enough.

©drc 2005

BEING WARMED

I am weary
and the spider web of drowsiness
clings to me
keeping me from opening my eyes.

I am tired,

but the touch of your skin
brushing against me

is a warm softness

that I pleasurably cuddle into

A smile flits almost imperceptibly across my face
before I fade back
into the velvety blackness of sleep,
to dream again
of resting in the safety of your arms..

©drc 09/09/2005

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STRESS

How can one be rid of it
when even though one sleeps
it finds a way - it sneaks right past
and into dreams it creeps

~*~

Unwanted invador

oozing into tiny crevices,
filling up empty spaces,
Slipping in between things
upon which one should concentrate,

preying upon
last vestiges
of sanity.

Chaos reigns.
Stress rules.
Peace waits.

©drc 2005