You Should Come With a Warning

Packaged and labelled correctly is what you should be. Large print, embossed, engraved with indelible warnings of impending plummets to the ground after tripping over that carefully placed foot in my way, smashing my all together, well guarded face and already cracked and fractured heart to pieces (to be fair, you kindly mended that heart,... Continue Reading →

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Watch but don’t touch my …Smouldering Vignette

A blindfold. Black, satin - placed tenderly over her eyes by him a few moments ago. A black lace bodice she poured herself into earlier as he fastened it expertly and tightly behind her, teased her neck with kisses and spoke to her in tones anyone would fall in love with as he told her... Continue Reading →

I Kissed Some Metaphors

I'll drink the moon alone tonight With bitten lips she'll taste my plight And fill my cup with love she might And drown I may, caught in her sight.     Within my mouth, this tongue's unrest Is silver laced, your will to test Deny I can't your sweet request To lay beside me, bodies... Continue Reading →

Scarlet and the Devil

Allow me to explain a little. This post/short story in two parts is something I wrote over a year and a  half ago. I first posted it on my previous blog. Yes I had a previous blog. Some of you know about it, a lot of you don't. No need to dwell on that dark... Continue Reading →

Found

Within infinity I sit, As stars and galaxies permit This solitude affixed within, Which deafens me with softest din. I watch occurrences collide, Entrenched in destiny I hide. Futility bombards my door, And leaves me aching, wanting more An ocean mocks me, vast and cold, And silences a soul once bold, My dreams traverse a... Continue Reading →

Painful Effing Rhymes

What becomes of metaphors? That lick my neck like verbose whores. Who shut my aching, throbbing doors, And cause an age of raging wars That seep like wetness from my pores And have no purpose, serve no cause, That trick me with their "yes, please...more"s And cut me into twos and fours, That keep the... Continue Reading →

Things and stuff

Tea pots often boil. Well, actually they boil if you switch on the heat, so it's not really their fault that they become scalding hot. Although their purpose is to be filled and get hit...no not hit you autocorrect monster, I meant HOT .How dare you presume to know my words before I have said... Continue Reading →

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