I like…

I like cozy days indoors while outside the snow falls incessantly, blanketing the ground with virginal white. Virginal. So funny. I like, sweeping, overly emotional, sneakily sexy descriptions because who wants to read this: The pretty trees swayed in the winds of my heart which looked so cute with your flowery words that blossomed like... Continue Reading →

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Smouldering little…Good Girl

I promise I am. Really. I try so, so hard Is that what you want me to be Daddy's good little girl, obeying your every need because I want to. I have a need to. No one ever deserved that before but you... you do, don't you. When I say what you want to hear... 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 →

Love

Brave, I know- To write of love. This word we overuse. And cowardly of others who This sentiment, abuse. And sought have I, another way To say that Love I feel. Yet poverty of meaning screams at me My lips then seal. And why I ask, are synonyms much poorer to my mind? And why... Continue Reading →

You Make Me Spill My Ink

Say too much? I prob'ly do Or not enough? I do that too. Too many Love Yous? That's my way. Still though, I stifle what I say.  Floodgates open, out they pour My words t'wards you They've stained the floor You think you know?  My Love...you don't Reveal My All right now? I won't... My... Continue Reading →

This… poetry

This poetry is hard to grasp, encased  and held by golden clasp. It comes to me in shouting screams and pulls apart my mind-heart's seams. It beats against my head and yet, when poetry and I we met, still young and not yet broken me (my rhythmic rhymes it helped me see) became enveloped in... 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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