Battlestar Eclectic
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
Category: fridge magnet poetry
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You want me, bare feet & spring skin, sweet as raw honey. I could let us swim through delirious moonlight. But some shadow said, “Run fast, friend. Men like him crushed your forest. So cool your drool.” –Sarah Torribio >>last post <<next post
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Downwind of spring,a winter-tan girl is waitingfor an angel-cheek poetto soothe her rose-weed soul. She is by the river,a wild bouquetwet from drinking the rain. –Sarah Torribio <<last post >>next post
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Give a wet boohoo.Make a hard drink.See a psychiatrist.Move to Kalamazoo.Remember the struggle.Thrive on solitary laughter.Don’t reflect on how his smile was the sun. —Sarah Torribio <<last post >>next post
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GOALS I will motor across America, live in my trunk, and shine like a Chevrolet. –Sarah Torribio <<last post >>next post
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Earth & heaven shall scheme together. The wild sea will protect the bee. And night shall sound like grace. <<last post >>next post
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Storm a castle of stars. Stop fly-fishing in the lake of dreams. Books paint love as a breeze, a candy-pull, a garden stroll. In truth, Eden is filled with frog-roar and butterfly bites. No man’s a prince, but some are stout of heart, gentle, and like to walk in the rain. So we dive again…