My fingers gently walk along your plains of mocha. Its even temperature I feel on my face.
Soft milk chocolate waves across your abdomen sea. My lips do take on the challenge of...
My Symphony Of Pain
My ribs are alive with arthritis
And they're wailing a hurting song
They cry out in pain with each breath that I take
And my hips and my knees sing along
No support in this community. Im out. Dueces.
last one, really...
Winter beckons outside my window
Tapping with a glimpse of sunlight.
Promising warming rays
...I remember when first my...
Just when I think it's mended
I have to dodge another shot
Mucking up all my practice
And by now I think you'd know
The danger in your words
Aimed at the...
I hope I'm not sharing too much. let me know if I am..
She wore her day with a smile
It was nothing for her to stop
And help someone smell the roses
Finding peace in...
Smoldering fire of hearts desire
Longing for release
Dancing beneath a winters moon
Words are meaningless
Tonight I see the truth
The holes in the hopes
inside the calm
to be a mom
and she's caught
hide her away
push her aside
while they play
Feel like dead
When you find you got no soul
And you are been laid down in a 6ft hole
When you body starts to fade away
And your memories are the things that stays
You feel like a...
I see you
I see you in places , that I know your there
I see you in the morning, a little bird that knows your there
I see you in my mirror, a face I wish to kiss
I see you in my...
Past realisation revisited by moi
Music by Keith Kenniff - Portraits Pt.2
Waking up, cold frosty morning
Sun peaking beyond the lid of...
I still love you
you give me butterflies when I see you
you get me
I enjoy our friendship
I can't see my life with out you.
. your family
you make me happy
Swift motions of the swooping rain left only remnants of what it used to be. Soaked in a puddle on the concrete. Becoming the collective soul of one. Rather than individuals. The...
I’m trying hard to remove the memory of you from my body
But people keep staring at me oddly
It seems that you are forever destined to be there
Does anyone even care?
Walking through the dark
Cold seeped through to the bone
Yet still I walk alone
My heart heavy like a stone
Though the scars are deep
My heart's still yours to keep
As each night...
I am everything
I am nothing
I'm your strength
When you are feeling weak
The voice of courage
And the quiet calm
That wraps around you like a balm
You are more than you think
I have to concentrate.
This is important, this poem.
A poem about poetry.
I have to do this, I CAN do this.
Oh, look, a butterfly!
When I write... It just takes over. It's why I need your touch. I keel over. The pain of separation and teasing aberration I meekly grow distant and I fumble in the distance. Hello...
There’s a window in my head
That only I can see
It is the gate way to my fantasy
There I am a hero, master and king
I am capable of doing anything
When I dwell there the world...
I think a lot about that weekend when I was with you. It brings a smile to my face when I think of it. I know I should have let it go by now but I struggle at times...
Daddy, I've tried so very hard
To find sense where there was none
You see, in my head, there was always a you and me
I know you are gone now
Two years since I last saw you back...
Please wait for me tonight my dear
Please wait for me tonight
There’s nothing that you need to fear
For I will put things right
You had to go away from me
Because you’d lost...
I know my words don't mean much.
There is not much I can say.
You are happy now,
I notice every day.
I'm careful with what I do
I dare not want to wreck it
So that is...
I love to write. I love that it's my style. it's the totality of myself given life through my own powers of expression and thrust forth into the world of concrete actuality.
So my most recent post was considered 18 and up, despite featuring no s)x or swearing. It forces me to realize how graphic the nature of my writing can be. I am a sadistic...
It’s a sign of the times
The once bustling high street lies empty and forlorn
I walk down what used to be a busy area
And empty shops stretch as far as the eye can see