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RoriBell
Feeling all of the feelings since 1992.
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RoriBell in Romance & Erotica
135 reads

Remembering.

I'm going out with a new guy tonight.

I'm excited. Nervous. The usual.

But do you want to know the truth?

The truth is, if both of you walked into the same room, the only person I would see is you.

I would drop everything and run to you.

Run so fast, I would lose all sense of time.

And time would stop as soon as I reached you.

I would jump into your arms and

I would kiss you so long and so hard.

Like I've never kissed anyone before.

Like you had just come back from the dead.

And then everything would fall away.

I would forget everything except all the ways in which I loved you.

We could spend the rest of our lives remembering.

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RoriBell in Poetry & Free Verse
134 reads

You, Me and a Creek Bed

It was a hot summer night.

Feeling so free.

The boys were all talkin.

All you could see was me.

And you tried to impress me

With how much you could drink.

I just rolled my eyes but

The whiskey made it hard to think.

The moon was full and shining bright

Like we had our own show.

Everyone could see it too.

It wasn't hard to know.

I dared you to jump on in.

You had to show me up.

You, me and a creek bed.

We must have been in love.

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RoriBell in Poetry & Free Verse
150 reads

Armed & Ready

Postcards in my mailbox from wherever you are.

Mexican chocolate in winter.

In the desert.

Where nothing good can grow.

Tears from your eyes took the math out of our love.

You could feel again, if only for a minute.

You've been trained for war.

How to be stone cold in a firefight.

No one ever taught you how to fight for our love.

But baby, the bombs are bursting.

Grenades launching.

The enemy is closing in.

Sit tight.

Tonight, I'll be your soldier.

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RoriBell in Poetry & Free Verse
117 reads

It’s all about you.

Give me a studio apartment in the city

Or a comfy cabin in the woods. 

I will shine there alone.

I will grow and become. 

I will fill the cracks and crevices with new stories untold.  

And when it's over and you come home to me, 

You will recognize every word as your own.

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RoriBell in Poetry & Free Verse
123 reads

Reality at 6am

Desert breeze on my face.

Mountain air in my lungs.

You're two hours away from here

In Vegas waking up.

My mind retraces back seat nights

And front seats of the same

But none of that matters anymore

You're whispering her name.

You told me I was special

I still believe it's true.

You said "All the women in this world

Could never compare to you."

You said my mind was vicious

And my laughter made you drunk

But I'm remembering our love in

These mountains,

And you're in Vegas waking up.

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RoriBell in Poetry & Free Verse
139 reads

Electric

I've been in love enough to know

It comes and goes.

The dull pang molds you eventually.

Becomes a part of you. A new you.

I'm thankful you shocked me awake.

The two of us would have made

Quite the mess.

You were electricity and I was water.

Dangerous.

I let you flow through me freely.

Life is a constant stream of electricity;

You were just the first to show me I'd Been stagnant.

Slowly evaporating into something

I didn't recognize anymore.

You made me remember who I was.

A shower on a summer's day.

A rapid river current, constantly Changing.

A violent storm lost at sea.

You saw who I was before I knew it Myself.

I'm forever grateful I collided

With such high voltage.

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RoriBell
111 reads

From The Start

She was young.

Too young to know what love was and

too young to say no, so she lost

herself at ten years old in the

middle of an elementary school

playground.

I think it was her fairytale

heart and the wonder in her eyes

that sent her reeling.

She started falling right when she

saw him and she could never

find her way back to solid ground.

It wasn't fair.

The tenderness in his voice and the

way his eyes lit up when he stared at

her, left her helpless.

At the mercy of his advances, she

fell into him.

Weak.

Defeated right from the start.

History.

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