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Arly Parent : Writing

You are mine and you love me

You are mine and you love me

A Poem by Arly Parent


The thoughts that run through my mind when you do that... I finally understand what primal emotion is that feeling in the base of your skullThis woman..
Starved for Touch

Starved for Touch

A Poem by Arly Parent


It has been...3 years, 6 days, 23 hours, and 5 minutes since a finger lingered...on my skinsince a hand brushed unhurried through my hairsince someone..
Consider Me

Consider Me

A Poem by Arly Parent


Consider meJust...consider menot afternot becausenot sincebut before and be doneconsider menot with apologies or explanationsbut first and alwaysconsi..
Wild Places

Wild Places

A Poem by Arly Parent


“The mind I love must have wild places.” ---------Katherine Mansfield (via feellng) _______________________________..
Whisp

Whisp

A Poem by Arly Parent


These...are the memories watch them whip away and dissipate like leaves that have withered on the vine in a world that makes no sense These are the v..
Selfie

Selfie

A Poem by Arly Parent


If I could take a selfie of my soulI wouldn't post it on facebookIt would burn out eyballs, computer screens, and make you replace the sockets...in yo..
Losing Water Weight

Losing Water Weight

A Poem by Arly Parent


you don't need water to feel like you're drowningyou just need air and wordsyou don't need water to feel like you're drowningyou just need tests and n..
Can't Follow the Drinking Gourd Anymore (1st Draft)

Can't Follow the Drinking Gourd Anymore (1st Draft..

A Poem by Arly Parent


We had stars onceglittering, sparkling, shiny things that hung hopeful in the sky.We had stars once.You could follow two,drink from a drinking gourd,a..
Beauty in a Pile of Pixels

Beauty in a Pile of Pixels

A Poem by Arly Parent


It's been a long timeSince I could look at a picture of you and think you beautifulBut today I didIn a pile of picturesthere was a pile of pixels that..
The Gates of No Retreat

The Gates of No Retreat

A Poem by Arly Parent


Something strange happens at the Gate of No RetreatBlaring horns and stomping feetCold flamesand searing heatStalwart wallsand pounds of meatunhorse t..

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