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...
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
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...
The gentle wisps and sighs as your beautiful body rests peacefully. Your eyes at rest. The worlds weight is lifted from your heart. My fingers run through your hair and forever more you are mine. I will cherish you always and love you forever. This soft cuddled mass.
Using words to seduce my way in
Into your lungs
On the tip of your tongue
Into your blood
On the shelves of your soul
Where no one else goes
I wish I could find
The way into your mind
You remind me of that perfect line
When the ocean meets the sky...
..this is what I have so far
I watched as the slimy creature prayed on one of my allies. It rip into its flesh with its sharp nine inch sized teeth. Blood poured down the small hill and formed a puddle near my feet. I scrunched my nose up in disgust.
Squinting my eyes, I...
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...
A spinning compass
A shredded map
Your fingertips across my lips
Tiny little slivers
With the shards left from words
That I spoke in reverse
Mixed anger with hurt
And you tasted it first
Open my mouth and the devil comes out
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
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...
though I'm beautiful
Even though my souls for sale
My dark skin slowly going pale
The rush of my blood going stale
I can rise like a Phoenix
From ashes to freedom
A goddess like Venus
But you'll never see this
I am merely a formality
Abstract from your reality
Confusion, as you're correct. I'm too vulnerable. Although it seems I see clearly, as in my fatherly blessings, I feel like a blind fool. Can't believe I how much I trust you. You best keep yourself intact. I'm trusting you to take charge. Thanks for helping me with my son. I'm...
I savor it because I knows it's going to be my last.
I remembers the my first cigarette. It was the first time I felt alive. My life has been rough. Smoking was the only time she forgot my troubles. For those 10 minutes, my life was okay. I didn't have to deal with anything...
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.
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,
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...
I will admit that I am fearful. I am not ashamed of this and I do not regret it... because fear reminds me of my humanity, reminds me of caution, and spares me of my arrogance...
Fear isn't something to ignore, it is merely another obstacle to embrace and overcome.
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...
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...
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,
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...
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...
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
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...
This was one I wrote a couple of years ago, published and took off again, re-wrote and have now re-published.
It is called 'Women of Scotland' and its a look at some of the really interesting women that Scotland has produced.
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
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...
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...
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. ...
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...
reached the man before her, lip quivering with not just anxiety, but exquisite beautiful fear. How much more appealing could the male get; approaching tall, muscular from inch to inch, charming in more than many ways and even somehow obtaining the face of the statue of David. So...
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...
through the haze
Then somehow slipped away
You have faded
There is nothing more than tiny little shards
Sometimes moving through me
Scarcely scratching the surface
That once entombed
Desire and devotion
Confined to my ocean
Now floating dust motes of dying...
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...
who have never felt the touch of sand.
There are foolish souls who will try to grip the sand, though it runs away.
There are hopeless souls that simply let the sand slip through their fingers.
But then there are those of us who brush the rest of the sand off our skin, and tread...
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...
let him go ; let go of her
We can't let go unless we're sure
For something that can dislocate
Something cold to numb the ache
Something to be our next mistake
Something like love lying in wait
Satans got his eyes on me
With marked intent , selfishly
The cross I wear...