Streetwalkin' Cheetah

Original writing by Melissa C. --among other things I find relevant-

[sandandglass]

[drifting-ona-memory]

Marge is such a great mom

[corinnestark]

She gets it. 

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"A Woman Scorned" 3.17.17

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Steel Cage

Impenetrable

I have built a suit of armor

Out of their steely looks

It fits awkwardly,

Like my mismatched outfits

From my irreverent youth

In it I find shelter from

Their judgmental eyes

At the same time

My insecurities stay well-hidden

Faithfully by my side

-MCR.

[nycnostalgia]

96th and Columbus, 1980s.

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lyrically speaking

she is a lyricist a scribe of the poetic mind writing songs on love, hate, and heartbreak of the worst kind

-MCR.  @streetwalkincheetah

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Short verse 4

Heart clenched in fist Tight as a clam's shell Could you be the one to pry it open With a gaze and smile too inviting to resist?

[victoriajoan]

I’m speechless… what kind of writer am I? With all this love and no words for it?

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters (via nervesoflanguage)

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Learn to Fly

Stern-faced angel Learned early on to rely on nothing But her frail wings, Which always took off at a moment's panic, Looking for higher ground. "Save me," her eyes always seemed to whisper, Yet her lips dare not speak, Sewn shut by her maker's hands; Hands that strangled instead of guided. A quiet King who ruled with an iron fist. Now angel only wants to sing, But is shackled without a voice To sing these songs of despair. At least she has the wind at her back, The wind and her frail wings. -Melissa Calderon streetwalkincheetah

[aseaofquotes]

Wendy Mass, Every Soul a Star

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Getting there.

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Our passion somehow found itself these past few months, but now Summer is over, having left Along with all my childish hopes Of a future where you and I could coexist. But I have learned to think better Of myself and what I should strive for, Mostly because you have forced it upon us. And I see no reason why I should reach out for your arms, As the autumn winds begin to blow, When a warm blanket would suffice. You see, I’m never lonely anymore. It’s as if I took one of your needles And shot some much-needed reality up my veins. A reality which has made me realize this: I could never be your heroin(e).

A Q-Tip for Your Thoughts, by Melissa Calderon

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Short verse #3 -Melissa Calderon

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Where Are You and Where Am I

Waiting still, I am right here Patiently humming a lover’s tune Hoping that you will hear it, And come running into My arms which have been wide Open, though they are tired And sometimes weak Like my heart, which stays A-flutter with thoughts of what Color your eyes must be And what your favorite meal is If you take your coffee black, Or adore books as much as I do How I wonder if you wonder of me, Painting pictures with a mental brush Of my hair or the sound of my voice Creating an entire image in your head Of a person you haven’t met just yet

- Mel

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Summer is a humid love affair. These still, hot nights make me sweat, With longing for caresses that linger On my moist skin. It's the heat that makes one crazed.

Short verse #2 -Mel streetwalkincheetah

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I have soiled several pillows With an ocean of tears over you. So I must confess, it is a surprise, That I never forgot how to smile. And, moreover, That you are no longer the reason.

Mel streetwalkincheetah

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New York has a way of making you feel so inferior Those busy streets and buildings that kiss the sky You’re just another ant on the ground

Tiny

and

Forgettable.

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Short verse #1

Pull me apart and find all the reasons why I can't be anything but a slave to this In the most honest way That a humble servant belongs to its master