🎼I won’t give up

Yesterday, the beautiful Nandita dedicated a magical verse to me, entirely unexpected, but it touched me so deeply. I didn't know if I deserved such pure emotion written for me, and I told her as much. In her way, guided by her inner goddess, she told me some special words and I knew in the... Continue Reading →

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Pure, unabashed, aching needs

I've  fought and battled wounds and clichés and over used, overly abused phrases, denoting a whore's worth in this painful plane of verisimilitude, undulating with excruciating pain, buckling my knees as I squeeze the last droplets of affection within this connection that was once shared for years and now deluged in sliced tears , flavoured... Continue Reading →

Debauching and Ravishing My Thoughts

Blank and white and bare. Pavements under foot and understood. Harpies fleeing from the phoenix's burning stare rampant with lascivious, lustful thoughts purged through the infinite writing of its wings upon the frosty spectrum of the firmament. Attempts at peace and placation and a brainial vacation (or holiday being the absolute notion) climbs fraught with... Continue Reading →

The End of Scarlet

Read part 1 here. Night time. Still snowing. The house is silent. Scarlet wanders into the kitchen, dimly lit and warm. So warm. Too hot, she takes off her jumper and wears only a tank top. He is with his brother tonight and the little one is with his grandparents. An unusually solitary evening to... Continue Reading →

Blank for days then this

Time drips down my window pane, Chances flow into the drain, Moral compass broken smashed, Without ethics Unabashed.   Heartbeats leap into the fire, Sense walks out, she's such a liar Loyalty just up and left All alone I am bereft.   Desire died, I buried it Piled the dirt on Rose bud hit Lost... Continue Reading →

Ssshh, please

It's very quiet here today It's peaceful I suppose. But yesterday a darkened shroud My morals did enclose. I'll use the cliché 'hit rock bottom' Just to illustrate, That sometimes we're the architects Of our own bleeding fate. If life were like a pathway Strewn with burning blades and hearts, I've stabbed myself a thousand... Continue Reading →

Light as a Feather

Peace I need it Crave it so. My labyrinthine Neuropaths Started to slow My weak seratonin Has emptied my brain, And this line will most likely end with some Rain     Quiet I desire it To fill me Sedate me. And all of my tears Through the years They berate me.   Sweetness Tranquility... Continue Reading →

Just a drop of…me

I would take this as a diary entry if you like. Or if I LIKE . I'm just going to bleurgh it all out and if you want to read on.. please do. Otherwise... you know...there are crap loads of talented bloggers out there who would appreciate a like and a read , I'm sure.... Continue Reading →

The Princess and the Scribe

Sometimes in metaphors I like to speak, For fear that the truth may just make me look weak. And sometimes an allegory works just fine, And hidden within is the truth that is mine.   Imagine a Princess... brave, bold and true, In a mystical land where her words on wings flew, A place where... Continue Reading →

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