but the hunger
Coursing through my being
Whispering your name
Til my fever breaks
I'd place my palms flat on the wall
That might sustain me
Shallow breaths filled with agony
The ache for you
To come to me
To satiate , end this pain
The taste of your kiss
Our tongues entwined
All of my demons
Submissive to you
Watching you gently
Break me in two
I want to feel your pain
Driving into me
Because I self destruct
I'll play the martyr
Just erase this ache
Kiss me harder
cousin of death approaches...
Dim candle lit whispers flicker thoughts upon the walls of endless dusk,
Distorted vibrations resonate across the milky skyline saturated with soft kisses,
Purple ink rain drops flood the canvas constructing emotional tidal waves,
and cold sweat
Move across my untouched flesh
My bruises are fading
And I'm contemplating
Ways to entangle myself in your web
Cold air in my face and I only taste you
Unfair , but I wait and I crave only you
A sickness of desire
And scenes in my mind
Your touch gets me...
I am working on a couple of novels, they come from the brain and require discipline. I write erotica which id born out of passion and comes from your soul. But poetry comes from the heart and is born out of pain and despair. You will seldom meet a happy poet. Especially right...
Pour salt in the wounds
That still bleed for you
Forget her it's better I don't know the truth
I don't want you
I don't need you
Yes I do
Tell me you're sorry you broke my heart
For the pieces of me you tore apart
Your blind drunk and venomous work of art
Unveiling ourselves for our own sight delight
Uncovering each other’s soul slowly
Each layer one by one discovering pure beauty
Losing any inhibition into the other’s eyes
Getting lost for a moment in our paradise
Evoking tenderness in each move we make
the power of your touch is only matched buy the power of the sound of your voice. One touch of your hand, one soft word from your lips can calm the storms that lie just under my skin. They sooth my fears, can calm my...
Q number one. What impact will do to people out there who knew me. First thing, no one will feel pity on me. Second thing, which is no more worries from any of the family member about my health condition. Third thing, which no more sorrow from seeing people around me feel like i...
cage on my heart
Beneath my breast
Piercing my ribs with every breath
I'm left and dead set on what I regret
You deny my pain like I'll suffer less
Drive me insane and tore off my dress
To spill the words I couldn't say
They dance on my tongue
Like birds of prey...
Minutes feel like hours,
Hours feels like days.
When will the time speed up?
Will it ever speed up?
The uncertainty is driving me insane,
I want the seconds to feel like seconds!
The minutes to feel like minutes!
When my eyes are open it's like an unending day,
softest touch left by a woman
The sweet warmth felt on our skin
Won't allow us to stop shivering
The sweet delight of her natural flavor
Makes me wanna come back for more
The exquisite sensation of my lips on her
Makes every one of my sense go wilder
My fingers exploring her...
Date a girl who writes.
Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered...
Miss “B” The year was about 1959. I was in high school. I was a very good student in grammar school, but for various reasons I tossed all that and fell down on the job in ninth grade. Puberty and the teen years were very dark periods for me…I was depressed and sad which...
Drifting between the sand dunes, a zephyr whispered your presence. Of eyes that peer into frailties and see vitality. Of a mind that devours desperate words and forges perceptivity. Levity that crumbles the child-ego and rouses the man. Of tenderness that embraces the dark to...
they see me as shy, dumb and invisible. But that's not me, to be honest no one really knows who I am, people think they know what I am thinking and what I would do in most situations, and most of the time they are wrong. I'm at that horible age when your not sure what the future...
Your mind is clear
Severing your solitude
You hear her
Calling out to you
Lies deep in her eyes
Between her thighs
Absolve the mediocrity
With a pain so deep
Rage becomes need
Your illusions lie...
that phrase lately...
A few weeks ago the person I love told me that I made her feel she's not good enough for me.. The funny thing is, I've been told a lot of times by the people I cared about and who claims to care about me that "I am not enough"... so I know how it feels and...
think that once you pass it you're done, but you aren't. There's always something more. There's always another road to take. Another mountain to climb. Another sea to swim. There's always another "finish line." Another goal to reach. Another record to set or break. Another...
and dreamt I was a feather. A little white feather. Not perfect but small twisted and worn. Still beautiful. Delecate and soft like a fragile snowflake. The wind lifted me up in the sky.
The wind pushes me forward twisting and spinning. I get dizzy. I float for miles...
the sun go? Lost
behind my eyes.
Hot breath on frosty glass;
it starts to fog, but I know
it won't last.
Life sets in like snowflakes
on a window pane.
Not quite sure what I can take,
I allow sleep to take me so
that I may pass it by while
waiting for the snow.
I think not.
Do you know your soul?
I know not.
For if We did, we would embrace each others choices, no matter what they may be.
Do you know his heart?
I think not.
Do you know his soul?
I know not.
For if We did, we would honor his masculinity and raise him up in times if...
day. Today though something was different. He felt it immediately. There was a shift when he saw her. She was minding her business reading the paper sipping her coffee.
They made eye contact. It was brief but that exact second he felt it.
He wanted to know everything about...
for my first novel "The Manalapan Connection". It will begin on Wednesday the 19th and continue for 5 days.All of my books are live on Kindle and can be viewed through any Kindle device or on Kindle reading apps for PC, phones and tablets.The Manalapan Connection series I, II...
them dance around your veins
Let the world come into a haze
As the sky becomes to darken
And the little lights start appearing
Breathe in the chemicals my dear
As your head starts dozing off
And you start to feel numb
Just inhale them and let them roam free
Free all over you...
so I can indulge,
The desire of what man calls lust,
Just one touch,
I long for it all,
The whispers calling me fed up with the pain,
No one can insulate my desires because I strive for the most,
Call me sick but that I am not,
Ill I am diseased...
I started writing on a daily basis when I was a freshman in High School. I had a teacher that was also a professor at a well known university. He loved creative writing and journaling. His love of the written word soon was instilled in me. ...
and my friends.
You are my Friends and we have The Same Heart
You are my Friends Forever and we will never part
We are Better In Stereo even if we aren't One And The Same
We are Better Together and all you have to do is Say The Word, you know my name
Count Me In whether life...
Does anyone else here daydream about a story they are writing? I find myself so involved in something I am working on, that I literally walk around with my head in the clouds all day at work, and I can barely wait for the weekend when I can park it in front of my computer...
win for us either way
It's our turn to paint
It's okay to make a mess
It's all about our night and day
It's our turn to write
It's okay to crumple
It's our chance to compose
It's our turn to jump
It's okay to fall
It's our chance to suppose
It's our turn to fly high
It's okay to...
I can't keep up
I can see you there in the distance
Wait for me!
My legs are moving but I seem to be going so slow
Do you hear me calling your name?
The mist is enveloping
I can't see my hands
Your form is disappearing
I think you've gone too far ahead
I am lost
I am alone
Writing.... I'm the quiet/shy type which is probably why I love to write. I express my feelings through it... when no one else wants to hear me I go straight to my journal. I love how I can just escape the world sometimes.
and reach for you In your sleep you pull me to your chest tightly My head tucked under your chin Your hands on the back of my head and my back Legs intertwined I sigh closing my eyes and listen to your heartbeat .There is no refusal No denial...
Everyone says hello to you not even glancing at me
I sit down and wait hoping someone will say hi
Just one hi
To make me feel like I exist
No one does
I look around and glance but no one acknowledges
Am I really that invisible
I guess I am