How do I get home?

*This is a long read. Like really long. I know those don't go down well usually. And it's not very happy or anything like that. Please change the channel if you were looking for something different today.    You know when you're really young, late teens and everything is possible. Anything is possible. And then... Continue Reading →

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Maybe I’m Just Too…

...kind and sweet? It can be a treat for some, or perhaps a vice. Being too nice can have its unattainable price to be paid and I can safely say, Charon's ride does not come cheap. But I won't venture into the Styx because this Goddess doesn't mix with devils and their tricks. ...too selfish... 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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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