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 →

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May I…?

I was always taught to be polite. "Pleases" and "thank yous" placed just right. Know when to say "can I?" And when it should be, "May I". And so I had a thought...after all these pleasantries were taught... May I just fall in love with you a little bit more? I was just wondering if... Continue Reading →

Shut Your Beautiful Fucking Mouth

Shut that beautiful fucking mouth of yours and stop all this love that you keep showering over me and stop all the words and verses and phrases of purple hazes of truity and gentleness and understanding and just shut your beautiful fucking mouth and kiss me. Stop all these words that make me lose my... Continue Reading →

(Un)done

I tried to make the moon unshine, Unpour this breathing vintage wine, Unbeat my heart, but I cannot, Nor ravel this unravelled knot. I asked the stars to please unbright The kisses that they placed on Night. I cannot make your voice unheard, Unwrite your pure poetic word. I tried and failed when undesired, To... Continue Reading →

Me (probably)

Inspiring, enticing A beautiful verse Whose magnetic allure Is a blessed, sweet curse. Attractive...so sensual No heart could resist A personified rhyme of two lips left unkissed. A talent! Quite wanton No bashfulness here With a 'come hither' aura To taste without fear. A treasure A poet A weaver of lines The true north of... 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 →

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 →

My Storm

Across a tightrope I have walked, with fallen angels I have talked. A soul I had, but kept it mine, for Purer Me I built a shrine. My innocence was ripped from me, I let it happen carelessly, as piece by piece my Self was cracked, I mourned the sanity I lacked. A million Lefts... Continue Reading →

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