About Taurus

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Name:
Taurus
Sex:
Male 
Age:
41
Sign:
Taurus
Relationship Status:
Single
Location:
New Orleans, Louisiana, United States
Local Time:
20 Jul 2019 02:20
Favorite Books:
One Hundred Years of Solitude, The Pillars of the Earth, The Foundation Series, The Lord of the Rings, The Works of Shakespeare
Favorite Authors:
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, William Shakespeare, JRR Tolkien, Isaac Asimov, Cormac McCarthy
Favorite Movies:
American History X, The Big Lebowski, Up, The Legend Of 1900, No Country for Old Men
Favorite Music:
TOOL, Tori Amos, Leonard Cohen, Sublime, Social Distortion
Website:
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09 Mar 2011
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Topic: uh oh...look who's here
Posted: 09 Mar 2011 23:35

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The Leaf or The Tree?

Like a tree, watching its last leaf throw caution to the wind and break loose from the only branch that it's ever known to fall to the next stage of its existence, I have watched you blossom, only to stand by while you leap, without looking to see where you will land. Does the leaf miss the tree? Does it remember the blush the first time it was kissed by the wind? Does the leaf remember the...

Added 16 Mar 2011 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 4.8 | Views 1,204 | 3 Comments

Unarmed And Wearing Rags

From across the field I watch you... In full armor, with sword and shield, you defend yourself from the horde of fighting men. Standing alone, you hack indiscriminately, careless of the arms and legs at your feet... ...everyone is your enemy. I begin to advance slowly, through the ranks of men just waiting for their chance. Clothed in rags and unarmed, I make my way closer, always watching...

Added 12 Mar 2011 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 848 | 1 Comment

Recommended Read Forced to Earth

Crunching my way through the woods, I am surrounded by crisp silence... And then, close by, a sound...a whispered sob. When I find you, you are on the ground, shaking. When I move toward you, your fear and your exhaustion are at war. Your exhaustion wins out and you surrender to my hands. I hold you as if you were as delicate as you are, careful not to make any sudden movements. You...

Added 15 Mar 2011 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,135 | 1 Comment

This Above All...

This is a delicate matter, the consummation of forbidden love. Regrettably, I have exhausted all of my impulses in my previous lives, and now see only consequences, and once seen, they can not be ignored. It is the line in the sand that the tide will never wash away. Oh, to be soulless, To see only the paint and not the canvas, To hear only the music and not the words. But that is to be...

Added 14 Mar 2011 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 4.5 | Views 900 | 4 Comments

Fully Grown and Fragile

There is nothing as delicate as a love with a dark past. A born barbarian should not so much as touch it, for fear of doing irreparable damage, both to the love, and to themselves. For though it is fully grown, the love is fragile, bruised by a thought, broken by a breath, and the resulting scar tissue runs deep. And that is the love that I weep for most of all. The love that has been...

Added 13 Mar 2011 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 4.75 | Views 938 | 1 Comment

Perfectly Imperfect

Walking through a field, surrounded by flowers of all kinds, you picked one. You picked one that was full of color, It gave you more pleasure and excitement, the more you looked at it. You picked one with a broken petal, It knew that it had a broken petal, long before you did. You love your flower, for everything that it makes you feel, but you can't help but wonder about that petal. What...

Added 11 Mar 2011 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,203 | 4 Comments

The Perfect Pebble

In the midst of polar winds, he searches. Too big... Not good enough. Too small... Not good enough. Too long, too flat, too heavy... Not good enough. One pebble on a beach of rocks, It's there. He'll find it. For it is not just a pebble, that he will present to her, It is a symbol...a pledge, A declaration of unreserved commitment, that borders on obsession. And when he finds the pebble,...

Added 10 Mar 2011 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 4.75 | Views 998 | 2 Comments

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