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Rationale
I love a man who writes me poetry because I’m narcissistic and I believe in God because of this.
I wish I could hold on long enough to the woman I’ll never know tomorrow yesterday.
The future impairs people because of technology.
It is modernization that makes us feel old.
Right now I’m gargling air in my mouth missing the feel of a penis.
Swirls and swirls of tongue bathe on a suede wand. There is something calm about oral sex.
There is something about letting it all hang out: neurosis, guts and breasts.
A freedom like taking control of your blog and skipping the rhyming of poetry.
-Pennington©
Write In The Dark
I’m looking at today’s date and am dumbfounded by where the days have went. This past month has been super busy for me. Still my goal every month is to write no little than 5-7 entries. But the real goal is to write a few entries a week. Sometimes I hit the goal. Sometimes I don’t, sadly. When I don’t write here, believe me, I’m writing elsewhere.
Once in a while I’ll share on here, except I remix the post in it’s entirety. The reason why I do this is because many loyal readers have access to many of my other blogs besides this one and I never like for them to read the same thing twice. Plus once I write about something, I gather even more insight to what I was hoping to convey.
Anyhow to try and make up for lost time I’m going to share some personal poetry of mine starting with “Write in the Dark”. I hope you enjoy.
Eat it up
Those words that were said
The joy within dread
Those years that were up
Thin but plump
Those years brought down
Hovered in and out
Eat it up
I won’t stay the night
I won’t be around
I won’t make a sound
I won’t pick a fight
Love is O so heavy now
And I will vow
To write alone in the dark
I find an enemy in everything
In the melody of songs
In wacky summer flings
In the kind word swing of a perfect stranger
In the look my mother gave
That mentioned nothing major
Eat it up
I won’t be around
I won’t make a sound
I won’t pick a fight
Love is O so heavy now
And I vow
To write alone in the dark
-Pennington©