Love sick

I put my lovesick self to bed With feverish heart and pounding head The sweats Got those The chills Those too Ah, what's a lovesick girl to do? I took a pill of sanity It worked to stall my vanity. With trembling hand (I've got the shakes) I wrote a verse for sweet love's sake... Continue Reading →

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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 →

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 →

Drunken Heart

My heart got drunk last night. Yep. You heard me right. The wanton little harlot that she is. (She's really not...she's hopelessly devoted...still though) Doing whatever she pleases without any prior consultation with me and my needs. How dare she. Drunk on sweet love,  sloshed on sumptuous amor, inebriated on incomprehensible devotion.  Seriously.  Pissed out... Continue Reading →

Not in love

I'm NOT in love. Not "floating on air" Not craving your touch to caress me Right there. And I'm not what you'd call, "A poor, sweet love sick fool" 'cause I'm far too "me me" Out of reach (That's the rule) I don't melt at the sound of your voice Nope Not me I do... Continue Reading →

Cardiac Unrest

My heart-  I ripped it from my chest, Perchance I would be granted rest; Incessant beating in my breast I thought to pause- A small request. I held it in my hand, It bled. Soft ivory fingers kissed in red. I will not stop, it softly said. (My palm, its anatomic bed.) Pulsating thus It... Continue Reading →

Tempestuous

What to do when love abounds, a song of lovers' nights resounds and then when all is said and done we start again and raise the sun.  We set the stage at curtain call and catch each other if we fall though always far and nearer still with words of love I cannot fill this... Continue Reading →

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 →

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