Would you

Would you buy me flowers if you saw my smile fading over my morning coffee? I think you would Would you comfort me when my self battles with my self in wars wherein I've never managed to be victorious? Perhaps you have the touch I need. Would you place a gift of uplifted joy in... Continue Reading →

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Heart Errands

I searched through raindrops, Wept through moons, Wiped away the much too soons, Sifted through the stars a while, Infinity revealed a smile, I lifted midnight's long egress Stripped my Goddess of her dress. Stood beyond myself in sight, And cast the veils from sleepless night. Within my hand I held a spell Enchanted it... Continue Reading →

The Connection of Us

Words do come easily to me I won't deny it. There used to be days when I was lost for words, but they would always come back. Sometimes a little darker than when they left. Those days, I would let the words come out in slow, painful drip drop drips until I had bled out... Continue Reading →

A Thousand Pieces

Bodies melt as hearts embrace My truth tattooed across my face, In my existence find your place, Where pulses throb and heartbeats race.   A thousand pieces of my heart, Fell at your feet upon the start Of mingled fates that play a part, You gathered them, created art.   As jaded bullets fire at... Continue Reading →

Inked Your Name

I have no ink upon this body mine, which you possess, (A piercing you would glimpse, perhaps as slowly I undress.) And pain upon my skin I've felt, a secret that is not- And scars you'd see sewn on my face, of those I have a lot. Yet words tattooed or symbols inked with meanings... Continue Reading →

(Un)done

I tried to make the moon unshine, Unpour this breathing vintage wine, Unbeat my heart, but I cannot, Nor ravel this unravelled knot. I asked the stars to please unbright The kisses that they placed on Night. I cannot make your voice unheard, Unwrite your pure poetic word. I tried and failed when undesired, To... Continue Reading →

How do I love

I see selfless love pouring forth from these old wounds which always pop up as metaphors for bleeding hearts and darts that left scars so deep that pierced me so mercilessly that when I sleep at night I cry as I wonder why I am in this trench from which I can peek over the... Continue Reading →

His…toy

Roses are red, Violets are blue. Wanna come play? I'm made just for you.   (Couldn't resist. Now¬†for the real poem...)     He knows very well what kind of toy I am for him So I say... Why don't you unwrap me, and let's play Or maybe just sway to this music a soundtrack... Continue Reading →

Kiss me

Come here and slowly place your lips upon that breath that I let escape my sanity but wait a moment and tease me a little with lips stroking my own with ease and meant to bes and maybe if you'll let me bite with slight greed your tongue that hangs upon my every word is... Continue Reading →

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