Things I’ll Never Say

Words of infinity torture my sense, as I pay for mistakes with a steep recompense. And I never will show you the tears that may fall, as I gift you my Love and a kiss with my all. And the heartbreak that lives in my veins I won't tell, since you tripped up my soul... Continue Reading →

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Touching my… Smouldering Vignette

*EXPLICIT* .......................………………   The room is dark. It's some hour close to dawn. The only light is from the phone still playing their favourite songs quietly, oblivious to what she is silently, warmly contemplating. White sheets twisted and in delicious disarray from the night that just passed. She is cradled within these remnants of lustful... Continue Reading →

Poetry and…stuff

I do like roses, Daisies too. But poetry of flowers? Boo I'll eat a slice of cake, tastes nice Satisfies my sugar vice. A verse or two of 'sweet'? Okay... But honestly, that's not my way. A simile that's overused, Or darkened metaphors, abused I can do those, In fact I do, Yet lately only... Continue Reading →

A Ceiling of Flaws

Above me a ceiling all painted in flaws, They colour my actions and lock tight my doors. It threatens to crush me, this weight from above, The past looks down mocking and stealing my love. A skylight has opened,  It's time, don't you think You've covered old patterns in poetic ink Above me a ceiling... Continue Reading →

Aching, Smouldering Vignette

It's late. Far too late to be awake let alone nursing a cup of coffee that went cold hours ago The living room is dark, only the light of the TV flickering, and some inane advert playing quietly and proclaiming that this contraption will tone  your buns and your thighs. Wow, she thinks. Fascinating. Snowing... Continue Reading →

This… poetry

This poetry is hard to grasp, encased  and held by golden clasp. It comes to me in shouting screams and pulls apart my mind-heart's seams. It beats against my head and yet, when poetry and I we met, still young and not yet broken me (my rhythmic rhymes it helped me see) became enveloped in... Continue Reading →

Cruel Chronometry

Stuck between a time and space, where minutes mock and clocks won't race, where stars move backwards, moon stands still, and beasts attempt to break my will. Stuck between a time and space, the air has paused the hours in place. Our bridge is whispering today...I'll write and love the time away.

My Heartbeat

No life force blood would course my veins, Vindictive knives would cause me pains,  And empty would my soul soon be, If far from away you drift from me. My appetite would suffer too, If I'm deprived a taste of you, And languid breaths would soon desist If for my love, you won't persist. My... Continue Reading →

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