on a sunny afternoon
The ringing laughter
The warmth of wonder
The innocence of simplicity
The hopes and dreams that trail in your wake
Bittersweet kisses in my mind
You take the happiness I would give
The sweetness I would share
The softness I would feel
With an open heart
skymoon in perfect balanceAs pale stars bloom over the pinesBlend into intimacycurves molding rough edgesSkin kissing skinIn languid warmthMy fingers painting whisperson your chestYour strong rhythm throbbing to my earThe rough undressedThe submission sweetConnected with...
The weary sun this day does not rise
as the earth is rent in twain
by a booming blare spawned from a sickly horn.
Ragged hands wrapped in beads of Rosary
scrape their way up the fleshy earth.
A man near the opened earth, of no religion does he ascribe
who days ago did laugh...
All of You!
Bound within a sharp falling shield of awareness,
Our tactile essence
Perfect self-raindrops, tear inhibition,
Reshapes the distance between us
Inside our fears.
Secretive fragments, painfully
Dislodging eternal vulnerable song,
Into crevices hungry...
A clock ticking somewhere
Another moment lost
I can't seem to care
A yawning ache
In the vicinity of the heart
The walls that usually comfort
Press in, suffocate
Magnify the sound of my breath
The beat of my heart
There will be no...
hazy shadowsand fiery warmthalong fields and foliageand seeping thrillingly into skinLanguishing like it owns summerSweet Autumn crooks it's fingerbeckoning seductively as if to say....Soon you shall swoon and fall into meAnd I shall burst into brilliance.
and try to tell you something about me, I probably couldn’t. In fact, some topics I will deliberately avoid talking about because of their exposure. Exposure, yes, I know you’re wondering what I mean. It’s hard to explain though, but I’ll try. So It’s warm where you...
her cheek blurred as salt filled tears fall soaking one spot on her silky blouse that made her a lady. Her neck and chest flushed by the heat of emotion as desperation bellows from her core.
Slouched like a child in a large brown arm chair, she gazes off lost in a familiar...
Lately, I've been taking pictures in attempt to preserve the moment. Everyday is a different picture, painted gorgeously in the space just above your very head.
As I sometimes gaze up at the swirling colors above me, I wonder if anyone else is looking as well, and breathing in...
Ticking clock and candlelight
The cold company of despair hovers in the flickering shadows
"I'm always here," it whispers
"I'll never leave you"
"Embrace me, let me in"
A siren's song for the unwanted heart
To wallow in the sorrow
Let go and let the pain flow...
From a fire long forgotten.
There is history there,
in that lonely pile of ash,
embedded in that ember.
The book is closed,
the lock has turned for now.
What was written remains,
emanating feelings with no reason.
and full of emotions. It is like a release from all the chains which bind me. People who can write and express their emotions are helping others in a way. Writing and reading is an individual and unique experience between the writer and the reader. It is a connection formed...
Admitting that there are so many others
More fit to stand by your side
Admitting that I am not worthy.
Admitting that I am nothing but a crazy, psychotic *****,
With a dead man in her shadow,
And a dead child in her arms.
Admitting that I will never be that ideal...
for awhile now.
Last night I had a dream I was back in high school and our lit teacher made us write a 4,000 word story... I obviously miss writing. But I still have this block I can't get past.
I need motivation.
and close my eyes.
i will picture something pleasant in my mind
and feel arms that are not there
protecting me from the bad dreams
that enjoy taunting me and haunting me
so that when i wake, i wake refreshed
and fit to fight another day.
I walk near you, beautiful inhibition
Always besides you
So paranoid by my affection
Be prepared tonight it's all knew
Only time we go to show love to each other
It's you, forever together
Tonight you'll see, I'm right here
Tomorrow you'll never forget tonight
thunderstorm and rain,
Wash away my pain and fear,
Crashing my lips onto yours,
Blinding my sight with your eyes,
Freezing your face in my hands,
Hanging onto your hair for survival,
Submerging my tongue into your ocean of passion,
Embracing your body into my soul,
straddling my mindThey seem to have all becomethrobbing pulse points...Spilling across my surfaceFluidLike dark honey smooth and sweetUndulating as a liquid waveThey've become flamesdancing and burning into my thirsty skinand desire... Desire wrapped around my tongueMy body...
.The echo of clinking metal resounds and vibrates along the hillsPulsing, pounding like a heartbeatYou, mounted on your trusted steedYou, wrapped in your armorNoble man of strength and honorMany battles have thou fought and wonRough and worn and torn asunderThou hast returned to...
Flatts - Holding On
Bare feet, holding her long white lacy dress up to her silky thighs, she walks to the rhythm of a solo piano movement. The thin stems of the green field gently brush her skin, paving away a path in this pastural landscape for their beloved blue-eyed dark...
Imperfect in every way.
She had no color to attract.
No thorn to protect.
Such things matter little when one is a weed.
But every few months she mustered a bloom.
A bloom not of fireworks and sunsets, the weed bloomed with a hushed beauty.
A quiet pretty...
christian boy. Always taught to treat women like the princesses they are. He knew he was lucky. Dad was a powerful, imposing man, but he was confident in himself, so much so that he allowed his vulnerability to be seen.
He danced with his little girl at Father Daughter dances...
My bleeding heart is broken, while never knowing the reasons why.
Sometimes I think that I hate you.
But then I step back in time.
How can this be forever
...if you dont stay to see me cry.
into my chest...
But maybe it was just my imagination...
Snore next to me and warm my feet..
My mind is thousands of miles away...
Why go to where you are rejected..? Why...
Why do you not wish to stay?
Self injury isn't limited to the physical...
I wish I...
it's dying..Like a love that seems to endYet, perhaps only fading into dormancy.Just as that tree shall burst forth into lifeon some warm spring day.Perhaps that love also never quite dies,But is lying in quietude, stillness..Waiting to be reignited in some brilliant ray of...
hold you up on a rush
Don't make me want to hold you up against ...
We smoking Hookah, drinking alcohol, pop a pill
Remember when we did this for the thrill, uhm yeah
I don't want to get so loose
No body here but me, just you
If you got something to prove, uhm yeah how...
you remain distant...elusive...gone.
I long for the past
When you held me in a peaceful bliss
And allowed me to dream
Of wonderful, horrible, fantastic things
Now you have deserted me
And my eyes are wide open to the loss
And yet I still beg for your return
"Come back to me...
and I have an assignment due in one week - the first draft of a short story.
Most of the story is already in my head - I just need to write it down. It's about the same characters who are in the novel I'm writing. (The novel is about how my life should have turned out, as...
I LOVE YOU!
Aft'... Our bodies are spent.
After, sweaty limbs are entangled.
exquisitely long after,
Hastily disrobed clothes lay crumbled
notes of arousal
blown inside reckless desire.
What does one say...
have danced so...
For not taking that step before.
I know it's always been fear
From breaking that boundary.
Just want you to know
That I love you.
I'm just afraid.
Of disappointing your heart.
Of disappointing you.
This one sweet gift I seek
All the longing I feel
The regrets I contend
Wind themselves round my heart
Blind my eyes
Clutter my mind
Buzz in my ears like angry bees
For this is how they perpetuate
Steal the senses for their own survival
And so the war...
my fiction writing project
Last night I did pretty well. I get ideas for this project in snippets - usually at inconvenient times, like in the shower or driving to work. So as soon as I can while it's fresh in my mind, I scribble it down on a piece of...
I just want to be close and hold tight
All you do, is all I need and if it's good for you its good for me, so hold tight
Don't turn away in fear, in this time and in this space, keep us here and hold tight
A tender moment lost in bunches of passionate kisses and light touches...