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 →

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(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 →

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 →

There Are Tears

Last night I cried some tears for Sleep, (In sleep alone is where I weep) And though the dark I call my friend I pray that fate your heart will lend     For just a moment do I ask And surely Time's up to the task I'm sure a minute he can spare, I'd... Continue Reading →

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 →

Him

You do not know him like I do These verses shared of love too true. You think he bleeds these words for you, But lips of mine he gripped  And knew.    You do not feel his presence near Perhaps you think to him you're dear But hearts like mine are made to sear Beneath... Continue Reading →

What am I…

...a silent secret kept locked within a palm of softest, forceful need. A smiling, adoring kiss of life replaying a death of nearest encounter. A fantasy of lyrical ballads recited under a tree pregnant with pauses of fruit plump and positioned to plummet to the earth peeling away a layer of preponderance revealing fleshy morsels... Continue Reading →

Yes

And so a cliche I've become, or something like a whoresome nun , and thoughts of us are wholesome none, they blaze above and slice the sun which tears to pieces one by one, my doorways that my demons shun. And memorable I try to be, before the deluge swallows me, of moaning lips both... 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 →

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