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 guess you'll never know..
How my eyes glow
And how alive my soul
How i think of you a lot
And how i think you're HOT
How i miss you so much
If i could just fast forward my watch
How i long for your touch
Oh how i crave for such
How i want you around
And your voice the only...
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...
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
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...
It's not because of the money, It's not because of the lack of recognition. They struggle because they believe that somewhere deep within their soul, they have a message to share with the world. Something so personal, yet relatable. They choose to struggle. I say this because...
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...
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...
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...
domain's web site. Here is another share from me to you.
Every day starts anew - We say hello and we bid adieu
to the night before as the sun meets the sky
and the moon tucks in for a nappy goodbye
The beach might look calm...
and can be viewed through any Kindle device or on Kindle reading apps for PC, phones and tablets.The Manalapan Connection series I, II, and III are my novels. They follow the characters of David (Police detective and Lieutenant) his wife Eva, his partner Jack. They solve crimes...
Fingertips then biting my lip
Dig my nails
Tighten my grip
You were the closest thing to me
Have you noticed
Bruises on my back that fade
Dig my nails
To make them stay
Oblivious to the depth of this
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...
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
They were standing in the park. They looked as happy as could be. I left to go and get a drink remembering the couple from before. Thinking it would be good to have that. As I order my drink i hear the shrieking of wheels and see a van leaving the park at a very fast speed but...
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
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...
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...
if I stuck with observational anecdotes and occasional comments but textual titilation tempts me. I am surrounded by a community of dealers and devourers of intimate, emotional, seductive, vulnerable prose. I am familiar with the danger and darkness that can arise if I delve...
happiest girl you can. The most noblest. Now go talk to her, make her feel nice. Envenom her mind with your sweet talk.
Step 2: Now watch her fall in love with you.
Step 3: Now grab her throat. Suffocate her. Take her breath away. Literally. Awaken her love with your game...
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...
I write to get out the demons. Sometimes its painful, sometimes it makes me feel happy. It's nice when some else tells me they can relate. Even if I'm alone in my thoughts, I prefer to move them from pain to paper.
I have written for years, most of my life really. I fill...
” Colin said, biting into an apple taken from the tree we were resting under.
“I don’t know.”
“Well,” he said. “Aren't you boring. We have to go somewhere.”
“I want to go someplace safe.” I spoke out. The purple tinted clouds above became blurred with...
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...
saw would surprise you
I saw a mother
I saw a father
I saw a husband
I saw a friend
They smiled as they reached in my chest
Told me how much they loved me
Wrapping their hand around my heart
Pulled out my beating heart
With a smile on their face
I looked deep, deep in...
I write silly fan fiction about King Philippe of Belgium, just for my own enjoyment. I can write poems, but usually just when I feel like ****. So it's better if I'm not writing any.
I also use writing to let off steam. Last year I started to keep a diary again, like I used to...
wondering and waiting when it shall be free. Like a bird it shall fly high once again above this plain. A place only where love goes when it is reciprocated. A place where two soar together.... in unity as one.
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...
Connection” is completed and now live on Amazon Kindle.I just added the third book in the series. This book is as much about relationships as it is about solving murders. The twenty year marriage of David and Eva mixed with the multiple divorces of Jack demonstrated they...
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 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.
The son of crimson
Morn' of light
Night of amber
See them dance
See the beauty
But today shan't
Today falls a man
Man of peace
Watch the light
Watch the beauty
Watch the danger
Watch a life
Watch it fade
Watch the sun fade away
Slowly, leaving a fuss