Tag: loneliness
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This Lake of Fear
Drooled into the sea. Nightmares washed me far from shore. I’m stranded, turns out.
G. Pearson
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Love Safely
Signed, sealed, delivered… I’m keeping you from trouble. Wrapped in a bubble.
G. Pearson
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Busy Tonight
No I’m not done yet Your silence keeps me busy A life to go live
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How Not to Get Off (CH. 2)
Chapter 2: “Logging” He’ll be out all night handling the edges of his ax with precision. The way he lets it float in the air a bit before it lands back in his hands and then the other end floods the middle of the wood with pressure and splits it in two. It’ll go on…
G. Pearson
cause and effect, daily writing, earthly pleasures, erotica, escapism, Fiction, How Not to Get Off, life lessons, life of a writer, loneliness, lust, metaphor, mood, nature, pearson pivot, philosophy, questions, romance, self-help, sex and literature, short story, social distance, stress, temptation, Writing -
How Not to Get Off (CH. 1)
Chapter 1: “Cherry Day” She wrote with a black ballpoint pen: To do away with all the nasty thoughts…If only I could make love to my husband…if I could ask someone to show me exactly what it looks like and trust that all our adventures would stay in our room…to feel a longing in the…
G. Pearson
anxiety, cause and effect, chapter story, Cherry Day, daily writing, discipline, emotional, escapism, Hiatus, How Not to Get Off, inspiration, life and death, loneliness, metaphor, mind control, Poetry, questions, romance, self-control, sex and literature, short story, social distance, temptation, Writing -
The A****** Ones
the ab***** ones know how to hold a woman i should stop talking
G. Pearson
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Mochi-simo
Snarl at aggressors. Keep me warm in the cold night. Dog of my twenties.
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Legs On The Surface Of Me
The words you said have me grinding my teeth so that my tongue doesn’t slip through. If it could, this tongue would curse you and thereby curse me. I click “delete and report junk” on each received message because I refuse to let your pestilent legs leave an imprint on the surface of me.
G. Pearson
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I Drank Until The Liquor Was Gone
The death was silent. The pain enduring & sharp. Never to be ‘mom.’
G. Pearson
Pearson Pivot 