Category: ‘writing’

the way that we (started)

September 8, 2014 Posted by gretchen

the way that we (started)

the first night. he was in my bed. i blinked –
a 3am stir. my discovery
painted my immunity in fresh ink.
snapped look connection. our recovery.
a cool tail of summer brushing our skin,
swimming in oceans, playing in gardens –
uncertainty perishes. now. begins.
what falseness presents, fate always pardons.
rolling shoulders as a way to lighten
up. my focus rose and set. on master
manifestation. the way he heightens
my world, time stops. eradicate faster.
i awoke next to someone. blue eyed dream.
return to realize. unravel seams.

So… I just had the best weekend of my life. Hands down. I danced to this in my living room when I got out of bed before. I haven’t even had coffee yet.

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open house

September 3, 2014 Posted by gretchen

open house

this. six foot, something, southern skateboarder
showed up. again after i say… forfeit.
initial resist. fuzz and disorder.
he owned this gift; eradicate torment.
forte pulse. piano words. i unfolded
around him. environment of one. choice.
we closed the door. and both… repaired broken,
he spread me out to discover my voice;
we filled each other’s world, then, disappeared.
i stretched beside an open window i
filled my lungs with city; swearing him near.
late night calls. sideways looks. 4am cries.
a new life texture. to sway and reside.
devouring time until he’s inside.

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ode of despondency

August 6, 2014 Posted by gretchen

ode of despondency

this novelty
of love
knocked
on
my door. (more…)

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someone has youtube

August 2, 2014 Posted by gretchen

After being shitty over my second “husband” deleting all of my videos during another alcoholic episode, I decided to fire youtube up again today.

Uh oh.

My first project from my video poetry page. Me reading The Summer That Burned Me over Mind One.

That one hurt, blog tribe. Never trust a pair of violet eyes.

 

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the summer that burned me

August 1, 2014 Posted by gretchen

the summer that burned me

hibernating. to protect from outside
weather. a fast season of summer came
with sandy gold locks and violet blue eyes.
convincing me temperatures stay the same.
winter petals clenched. drooping to the floor. (more…)

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    FollowMeToNYC expresses daily thoughts of Gretchen Cello that tend to change with the tides. Naturally these concepts do not reflect those of her employer... or anyone else you may see her walking down the sidewalk with one day.
 
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