clone42
Profile
- Name
- clone42
- Age
- 26
- City
- Wellington
- Country
- New Zealand
- Joined
- Feb 2008
I have come alive in recent days
dazed
the light she emits
it dazzles my blind eyes
yet still, with her I see
she sees me
together we are free
caught in my sweat-soaked bed
she rests her heavy head on my shoulder
smiles
and we lie for a while
exhausted but never tired
I’ve lost words here
and found a new voice
she kisses her new fingers
wiggle
she giggles when I touch her
tickle
I’m spinning…
Groups
clone42 is a member of *** warm duck love?, ***warmer duck love, *New Zealand Made*, All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Back In Black, Bubblettes, Challenge Café, Creative Inspirations, Flash Fiction, Fungilicious, Gaia - The Living Planet, Graphic Scratch, Group Competitions, Love & Romance , Psychopathic and Juggalo Art, Six Words Only, Snail Mail, Something To Say, Sunrise, Sunset, Surrealism, Swimming Pools, tattoo,piercing and body mod, The Two Of Us, Twisted Tales, Two Word Challenge and Writers' Market.
Journal Entries
'til we meet again, little bubbles...
Posted about 1 month ago, 8 comments so far.
Today
Posted about 1 month ago, 5 comments so far.
A challenge to myself
Posted about 1 month ago, 10 comments so far.
I love online dictionaries -
Posted about 1 month ago, 3 comments so far.
Something for the masses...
Posted about 1 month ago, 5 comments so far.
An update up ya hairy date, eh?
Posted 2 months ago, 11 comments so far.
Um, yeah. Hey...
Posted 2 months ago, 2 comments so far.
What else is there?
Posted 2 months ago.
Anyone bring the marshmallows?
Posted 2 months ago, 10 comments so far.
Attrition
Posted 2 months ago, 18 comments so far.
Writings
Hey Dude
Hey dude is a circle / he sits and / he smirks / he’s a jerk and / he’s single
I swim.
Water is a cool cocoon – I go in dry, crawling on my belly; come out tingling, wet and winged. / To glide beneath the waves reminds me of why I draw breath. To live / For this / Feeling I …
Meditation
Everything is dark / I almost feel a cool mist lick / at my unseen skin / hear the breath of existence / on my hidden fingers / in one hand I hold / the univesre / in the other / nothing / I lie and …
Soul
Get some
Over and over again, til I'm dead
poetry, to me is an additive form of expression / I take the blank canvas of silence / and add raw fucking passion / regress back / to the darkest heart of an issue / and dredge up the old feelings / …
Two Words
My washing machine’s depressed ‘coz I wear black / I feel flat / my lips cracked and chapped / blurting crap like I’m on crack / making you all crack up and start clapping and shit /…
