Tag Archive: taylor momsen

“The raging water”

  The raging water I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m  writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body… Continue reading

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“The heartstrings”

The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes. He knew she was playing… Continue reading

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“The raging water”

  The raging water I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m  writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body… Continue reading

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“I miss nothing”

I miss nothing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Taylor Monsen and the Pretty Reckless. Good song. I miss nothing In and out we played. Digging deep into wanting flesh. We were… Continue reading

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“Purgatory Inn and no place to go”

Purgatory Inn and no place to go. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories get better with time.                             Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea… Continue reading

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“Love showed me madness”

Love  showed me madness I remember you. We feasted on the need of the body once. We didn’t care about tomorrow. Dead night held us tight and safe. We try to grind our… Continue reading

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“True splendor”

True splendor A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words True splendor Thank you Tumblr and mahafsoun True splendor My timeless beauty. My wild and uncontrolled  dream. You are my forbidden wish. My secret… Continue reading

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Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen

Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading

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Old time rock and roll-Taylor Momsen

Taylor and the Pretty reckless are amazing.

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Angel, muses and sirens.

Angels, muses and sirens.   A Story by Coyote Poetry There are good and bad death. I recommend you pick the proper one. Angels, muses and sirens. “Death did not beat me. I… Continue reading

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