Of Dreams and Tears

I touch a mark that sears with pain, with blood filled ink my verse I rain  upon this page of words for you and still I cannot reach you through the mists that we call dreams and yet my lips with yours they have not met. I wipe fresh tears that taste of us and... Continue Reading →

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As Eyelids Close

As dreams caress that midnight hour, As eyelids slowly close; Permission then I give to thoughts. I breathe a soft repose.   And mindful am I of the pain That distance does impose; Emotions mirrored on your heart Now open,  once was closed.   As pensive parts of me resist To wander t'wards the dark,... Continue Reading →

Hard and slow…

I'm dreaming...   I sit on a window ledge. Outside it is pouring with rain and droplets drip, drip, slide down the window pane. I am mesmerised and watch them as they race towards me, pouring with every breath I take. I'm wearing nothing but a loose, sheer night shirt; it slouches off my shoulder... Continue Reading →

Interrogating Dreams

Do you exist here upon this pure earth? And does my deep pain only fill you with mirth?   Are we connecting or is it a dream? Reality could be creating a seam, where I am the thread and the needle is you, and with one small, soft tug we unravel the True. Am I imagining ... Continue Reading →

Things and stuff

Tea pots often boil. Well, actually they boil if you switch on the heat, so it's not really their fault that they become scalding hot. Although their purpose is to be filled and get hit...no not hit you autocorrect monster, I meant HOT .How dare you presume to know my words before I have said... Continue Reading →

I blame the moon

Let's bid farewell to my mind's sweet egress, may it have a safe voyage with sanity's mess. Questionable actions, decisions that taunt, and a memory of something I quietly haunt. I wanted to speak and to freely express, this sensation of madness at life's cruel behest. And I stumbled upon, well no, I dived right... Continue Reading →

Wanted By Many But Bestowed Upon None

Think that it's easier just to erase, rather than love and then have it misplace, more than you heart and much more than your soul, it misplaces your high, divine spirit half whole. Think that it's better if I hush my lips, and never allow my words past fingertips. Maybe it's time to just shut... Continue Reading →

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