kashmirecho
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I am just a woman that likes to write and sketch occasionaly. Everything on here is a mix of old and new, depending on my mood.
Comments are always welcome. :)
P.S. My real name is Rachel.
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Art
Writing
Swimming In A Sea Of Red Tears
Swimming in a sea of red tears / That is as old as the ancient one / Watching the swirls on the surface as I move / The red is so deep / It’s too dark to see my feet / Looking like black emptiness a…
Poking Holes
You don’t want to let me in / But I’m poking holes in you / Poke / Poke / A new hole / Small at first / Then expanding / Growing, stretching / Opening up / To me
Chinese Numbers
I watched as she dreadfully took, not a gulp / But a tiny sip and swallowed / Her body instantly rejecting it / In visible upheaval motions / So I stuffed Chinese numbers down her throat / To help her…
Holding Back
Holding back / Has never been so hard / Is it obvious? / Is it apparent? / It’s a second by second replay / That hasn’t been played Holding back / Has never hurt so much / Can you tell? / Can y…
Secretly Obvious
Its meaning is secretly obvious / A symbol of love and passion / Passed in an exchange of seconds / A meaning deeper to us / Than anyone else could guess
Memory’s Palm
Memory holds in its palm / A time capsule / Full of moments / Big moments / Little moments / Moments of time / Entrapped / In memory’s palm
