You Ruin Me

There was a time,¬†my inner world- A spool of rotten cotton twirled Upon a spinning wheel of time Where every pain with rain would rhyme.   And outwardly, a portrait bleak Forgotten beauty Tear stained cheek. Where "fine" meant sad And "great" meant bad And lies were all I truly had.   With glue and... Continue Reading →

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May I…?

I was always taught to be polite. "Pleases" and "thank yous" placed just right. Know when to say "can I?" And when it should be, "May I". And so I had a thought...after all these pleasantries were taught... May I just fall in love with you a little bit more? I was just wondering if... Continue Reading →

Fractured Mirror

My mirror used to speak in tongues, with breaths of poison filled my lungs, and through my cells it used to seep and lull my love of self to sleep. My fractured mirror did distort, a vision of self hate self-taught, I could not fathom beauty's face, reflected shards truths did misplace. And tears I... Continue Reading →

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 →

Me (probably)

Inspiring, enticing A beautiful verse Whose magnetic allure Is a blessed, sweet curse. Attractive...so sensual No heart could resist A personified rhyme of two lips left unkissed. A talent! Quite wanton No bashfulness here With a 'come hither' aura To taste without fear. A treasure A poet A weaver of lines The true north of... 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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