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...
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,
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
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...
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
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.
and pride flowing from your eyes into mine today. So overflowing that I could not contain the love and respect you were giving me. I had to place it into my soul's safety deposit box; this uncontainable love you have for me, which I will unlock for another day. You taught me to...
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...
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...
powerful words down on a piece of paper and having others relate to it...nothing feels more like me when im creating stories or just writing what i feel...i want to be an author when i am older, but i dont want to limit myself to just one occupation...i want to travel and hear...
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...
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 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 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...
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...
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 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. ...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
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...
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
Holding you tight all through the night
Laying in bed you are still in my head
The vision of your smile invade my mind
The sound of your voice whispering to my ears
The sensation of your smooth touch on my skin
Oh! how everything seemed so real
Undressing each layer...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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.
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...
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...