dream from long ago. The faint scent of a pleasant childhood still lurks amoung my nostrils. Fake memories, created by the subconciousness of my unconsious mind. When will I feel at home? Where will my nightmares lead me? When will I fall asleep forever?
is purely male
Each gust reminding me
Waves crashing along a distant coast
The senses rise
A new day soon dawns
Something deep is calling
Pulls me from my winter slumber
Once again I...
Blue blooded fire set within lace,
wove a spell, no room left for chance.
Rhythm pulls and pushes, keeps you inside the dance.
Find your back against the wall, the current leaves you displaced.
Watching as glory unfolds, there is no time to waste...
the shapes my eyes never fail to find. A quick study, crowded room, cannot be rude to those with which I’m supposed to be engaged. Few moments pass before the eyes are drawn again, keeping track of her location. He seems to be less than attentive. I recognize the coldness...
lean over it's peek, at the world below so silent and sleek . Closing my eyes taking one massive breath, leaping into the mist falling helpless. Its ok don't weep for me for the climb was not easy and fall scary,but We must have the will to climb and the courage to fall for...
I want to know that it was never meant to condemn.
I want to know that is was never in vain, I want to know it was worth the pain.
I want to know the light in your eyes, I want to know they aren't full of lies.
I want to know my soul sails free, I want to know what you see...
and you will forever be the love of my life. I will be by your side as age and time slowly remove you from this earth, piece by piece until you are no more. When you are gone, I'll live as long as my heart says I must. However, my wish is that it stop as soon as possible. I...
taking all the problems of the world upon her tiny shoulders. The dutiful wife and mother; house clean, meals prepared, laundry done, pets cared for, children tended and mended, lists made, shopping done, home decorated. She exercises and works out to stay the hands of time...
why doesn’t he just fly over and hand the keys to Iran and Syria.Sitting in my chair holding the paper like this, I’m sure I look silly…..I really should get the glasses.Whoa….I don’t need glasses for that……..Oh I love that naked...
through the valleys and peaks.
There are diamonds she tries to hide as she administers her fluid technique.
A dance among air and water, dark, sleepy ways.
Birds singing their morning song as she whispers life through haze.
A robins blanket of cover in barren trees, where...
that weave from a lumbering oak.
Ray that penetrates a brow on a bitter winter day.
Dew drop weeping on a petal just before dawn.
Slick burn from liquor sliding down a throat.
Billowing black smoke on an open road.
Cascading tremor before a scream.
I am nothing.
The way you have me drawn into you. My mind filled with you and what you would do to me running in my thoughts from morning until night. Thinking of your hands, your fingers, your lips, your eyes, all of you taking turns taunting me with thoughts of passion together.
back when I was like 13. He was gay and out and at that time no one knew I was gay. We talked for a while and I really enjoyed our conversations, plus he was really cute. But eventually I stopped talking to him and deleted him as a contact because I was convinced being gay was...
the one that you adore.
Unabashed she gives you her body.
Relinquishes her soul for your pleasure,
she is your wh(o)re.
You leave bountiful seeds of promise.
To only be watered with her tears,
the one that you adore.
Armored heart ceases at will.
and theologies it's easy to get lost in the drumming.
A battle cry to consume the masses, challenging dive among the assuming.
Keen wisdom absorbed through textures, savored in color, a taste of spectral light.
Captured inside an ivory cage, a map of delicate intricacy...
and bacon, oh I know I must be dreaming. I make the coffee, eggs, and fry the bacon. What's this I hear, running water in the bathroom, wake up, wake up I shake myself awake, I smile as I see a breakfast try there beside me, two eggs over easy, two strips of bacon, a piece of...
Can you not speak?
There are errands to run
And people to greet.
I cannot move.
I cannot speak.
There's a hole in my chest
Can you not see?
I see nothing
It's all in your head
Here are your orders
Get out of bed
~How can I communicate
The sorrows of my soul
One thousand ways to cry. One thousand ways to hang your hat before youu go outside.
I say goodbye goodbye goodbye. I shout it so loud. Cause the next time that I find my voice I might not remember how
I didn't want to leave my bed. The dream I'd had had been very vivid and engaging, and generally I am always very sleepy waking up from dreams like this. Irritatingly my roommate had to wake up for class an hour before me, and I can't really fall back asleep until she stops...
To all those who fight, fight for the merciless.
For the path we walk, walk with shadows unknown.
To trials and victories, victories disguised as trials.
Heavy head weeping in hands, hands of mercy.
Tonight I cry, cry for the helpless.
bleeding nobility. Muted behind a tattered tapestry, hushed by the violin melody.
Raven filled a lovers goblet, another claimed his chivalry. Sworn fealty dissolved with dancing midnight feathers so gracefully.
Warm coat of arms made way through the gallows to her...
and python's as a hobby, a fascination since childhood. A couple of weeks ago I was bitten, not uncommon in the hobby.
I had barely cracked open her cage when she immediately latched onto my thumb. A very unusual act from this demure creature.
I've thought a great deal about...
watching the shiny people passing between her and the trees
she watched them face to face,
They smile while projecting there truth which she could feel
being empathic she always could tell, your lies can't be concealed ..
yet they really did believe there...
It takes place in the fictional Shickaquanock, Massachusetts, near Boston. The main characters are Joseph MacLeod, Mars Jefferson, Molly Escribir, Meghan Tchaikovsky, and Naomi Bellavia. The story begins with Joe getting a job, Mars breaks up with his girlfriend, Abygail, Meghan...
Silence is the key to her lunacy.
Slow and deep she pulls you further than you've ever been.
Quiet moments, you become the pilot.
Every fiber of her being comes to life, as you're allowed free reign.
All alone she unshackles a moan.
Her touch becomes your...
winds and dripping rainStanding tall outside the garden gateA place to relieve the harshest of heatA refuge when the storm clouds gatherDeep within, the seeds of many futuresA sinewy warmth of color and vibrancyThe garden a fitting home Shameful to have such...
The house still needs work
The mail will come and the trash will go
Work will be done but not really
There we be will moments of joy and sadness and madness
Yet the day goes on no matter
Reflection of earlier deflection of later
The sun floats away as the moon shows...
Chase me, want me, capture me, hold me, prove to me that I am worthy of you. Take me, ravage me, claim me, treasure me, love me, need me, protect me. See me, see the real me, breakdown my insecurities. Show me, teach me that I am loved, and safe. I want to hold you, love...
roomHow is it that I know?What is it that makes me know?Why you an no other here?No eye contact, no exchange of glances, no intimateknowledge or detailYet I knowThe knowledge is certainBeneath that refined and carefully crafted viewLies something untamed and untouchedFrom across...
so much is because I have so many opinions and thoughts but I have no friends to share it with. I also like to reflect on my life sometimes and I feel like no one would be interested in that but me, and that's fine. Well I lied about not having friends I do have this one friend...
Sweet, saddened lyrics tainted placid glass.
Prismatic midnight feathers, loathsome expedite.
Rocky shores, pristine waters, wailing glorious horrors.
Secured vessel, blanket of down.
Lost in her dark abyss, her melody was never heard. In his arms he removed her...
scorne, or hurt me, can't you spare a simple gesture maybe a friendly smile? How about trying to get to know me. You know not to judge a book by it's cover.
I am human just like you and your words, and actions haunt me. For I am the forgotten child you have thrown away, I am...
with my poems. But I never see them as anything special. Can I have honest opinions please. Thanks
In the ocean sea is where you'll find me. Sinking to the bottom; I will be forgotten for good.
In the belly of the beast is where I'll be. Lost and no emotions for care
I am now...
keep withinThere are momentsWhen I think the doors may openOnly to feel them slowly closeAnd the lock slide quietly into placeTime savored for what it wasa moment of possibilityTime lamentedKnowing the moments are rareFears understandable Rejection is always possibleTime...
said Joe instead of Brandon, so just know when I say Joe, I mean Brandon.
Now, I'll explain That Thing I Wrote, which is my 4th book. It's called that because I couldn't think of what to call it, so I just called it "That thing I'm writing" until I finished it. It takes place...
cobwebs of deception laced upon foreign land.
A semblance of reality for time his hand settled upon her cheek her payment instilled in virtue, words to never speak.
Honor to be carried away in a helpless wind, his greed for lust is where he signed.
for your pleasure, it's you that I use.
Inside out, from the depths of doubt, my glory is a sodden drought.
Pulled from the mattress, a feathered top actress, upon sheets of madness.
Pillars of light, misery just right, grasp your failing fight.
For you my muse, I'll use...