The walk
He walks
We walk
As they watch
Feet hitting pavement
Feeling no breeze
And their shoulders
Feel the weight
Of
Death
The walk
He walks
We walk
As they watch
Feet hitting pavement
Feeling no breeze
And their shoulders
Feel the weight
Of
Death
Come sail away with me, another refurbished piece. Enjoy ❤
He made me feel like I was in dream
With a lot of gentle
Mixed with a just enough mean
He touched me softly
And my nibbles arose
He even asked me if he could suck my toes
He was nothing like the last man I choose
He sucked on my nibbles
Like cherries to the seed
I was hungry for this ocean in me to be freed
I rolled over, trying to shift my weight
I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming
It felt like I was in some kind of dream state
He kissed my neck
And he made me moan
He looked in my eyes
Challenging my sensual tone
I tried to get up but he pinned me down
And all I heard was nasty, wet slurping sounds
He had me wet and paralyzed to the bed
His face disappeared and all I saw was his head
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This poem is 10 years old! Hope you enjoy it! I’ve refurbished it ❤
My Dr. told me I had a nervous bleeding in my brain
The judge told me I was criminally insane
I knew some of my crazy was from the cocaine
See I’ve had my lover tied up in the basement for, only God knows when
I looked at him and said…
YOU WILL STAY WITH ME AND YOU’LL STAY UNTIL THE VERY END
Crying clowns and morbid sounds
Crows above
And blood filled tubs
Mask and cutting glass
Black moons and poison mushrooms
Empty rooms filled with witches brooms
A jackals tale seeing acid trails
A dirty deed planted with demonic seeds
A haunted trust with piercing thrusts
Gagged with rags and gasoline bags
Heart melting eyes singing cryptic lullabies
Tormented mimes with twisted spines
Sickening rhymes with catholic chimes
A fantasy reversed with a witches curse
A dog moon with hidden rooms
A serpent’s tail stuffed with human cells
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Haiku Untitled
Seasonal you are
Only the breath I breathe in
Capture and release
MISTRESS (W/AUDIO) – 2012
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I met him; I fell in love with him
I knew he wasn’t mine
But he grew on me
Like a 19th century bottle of
Old money kind’a wine
She knew about us for years
And for years she took a back seat
Because she knew without me
His heart was strangely weak
He was a police officer
And in the line of duty, he was shot
I screamed!
Please tell me he is not dead!
Please tell me he is not!!
He laid in the hospital
In that dreadful coma for 20 long weeks
It was not her body he longed for
Between those hospital sheets
It was hard for her to deny
Because she knew if she did not find me
Her husband would surely die
This woman knew he was in love with me
And only wanted her husband to survive
So willing to do anything
To…
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Happy Mother’s Day ❤
My love is
Deeper than an oceans wave
To pave a twisters fall
Tides cave
And lovers wave
From beyond this epic crawl
Paradox hold shoulders
Under an oceans rock
And that’s why my love for you will always be
Deeper than any world
A fantasy can unlock
Deeper than an ocean
Happy Mothers Day ❤
Widowed – Poetry
My ring finger holds a secret
A lingering
To be remembered
Opposite side
It sits heavy
Where two worlds collide
My right hand is covered
But my ring finger died
There is no growing season
Twilight moons have become full grown
The growl in my aches have turned full blown
I am childlike from these moans
My pen and paper have turned stones
From the weight of this wind
And death has become my companion
Widowed
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The Language of Love – Poetry
I lay and I think
Love can happen in one simple wink
And has many times before
Love is something we’ve all explored
Chances we take
That either makes or break our opinion of love
Fields of emotions
Like a rose that we chose
A risk we take, it’s a big deal because it’s our hearts that’s at stake
Love is like a fire, an arsenal of desire, a whirlpool of devotion, and weird subliminal notions
Bottled up it’s the heart’s magical potion
Love can be good; love can be bad, love can be happy, love can be sad
It’s all up to you
Just as cool as the wind or as painful as a pin poking at your gut
We’re so easily caught up in love’s clutch
Or as beautiful as the symphony or diamonds from Tiffany’s
Love can be sweet as candy or… fine and dandy
Or as spectacular as fire works with quarks and perks
Depends on me and how far my love is willing to see
My love sees rainbows and daffodils like a roller coaster with thrills and exciting twists
Or that first passionate kiss
Have you ever listened and heard like a baby’s first word
It rained yesterday and guess what I saw?
I saw tear drops constantly fall
I love the sound of rain
Love should not mean pain
I used to think love could meet me on the moon and never would be too soon
We should nurture love and give it every chance we can
I choose to vent love through my pen and hope this time love will win
Love has been a symphony of dreams and I’ve always been on the losing team
Love can be a fire hard to tame
Or fall in love and not even know their name
Love has no faces and doesn’t discriminate between races
Love can be paint on a canvas
Splashes of love
Overwhelming hugs
That runs through my veins like drugs
Love is lily’s and quiet little walks in South Philly or silly little looks
That’s the language of love
When I think of love I think of hearts being colored in red or children being told stories before they go to bed
When I think of love I think of pastures filled with butterflies or teachers teaching children how to make tie-dye
When I think of love I think of how excited my grandma was when she brought my first bra
When I think of love I think of leaves changing colors in the fall and couples holding hands while shopping in the mall
When I think of love I think of angels being sent down to lend a hand or birds playing footsies in the sand
Love will be here when we’re dead and gone love has been here all along
Love is something money can’t buy
Love has many questions…
But no answers
So don’t ask love… why ?
Use the universe as your source
Allowing love to take its course
100 YEARS – Poetry
100 years to exist here,
Chasing eternity
Nothing is as it appears
Frightened tears leap from my face
Time is not steady moving at its own pace
The clock at war with fate
It’s a deceptive chase
My cat has 9 lives but fights to stay alive past 8 teen
Or somewhere in between
And I wish
I wished
I wished the whys
We’re all going to die
Why are we tied to this troubled lie called purpose and destiny
100 years left the rest of me
And I wish
And I wished
For my cat to have
100 years
Inspired
I’ve been reading you
I’ve been inspired to write a random thought
A short verse
With many meanings
Inspired by: http://joannaoftheforest.wordpress.com/
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