Poetry Circle
Too Much
The sweat of your body - the hot - it's not sweet... I like it... a lot. too much.... Everything has somehow become too much. feel it too? well, now I'm all "anxiety" just like you. well, not juuust. but ya know. and my my my... how my panties overflow... you are becoming too much.…
Reflective my God!
Will you, love that you are of my life 🧬 and being in fact one in the same as I, ever leave? I need to know when to plan the event that will be my non breathing... will you ever, while looking at me, turn away from the huge light shining - the torch I carry,…
love him
when i close my eyes i dream youre here when i open them you disappear then i cry because youre gone you took my heart when you left once youre gone i began to write a song my heart sank like the titanic when you left i love him to death the titanic hit and…
pilgrimage
Fallen at your feet, I move to mount you as a climber would, to climb you like a mountain. I grasp and claw, I dig in deep to flesh and bone, while offering my own for you to take — whatever it takes to keep me held safe and warm against your surface. I plan…
mornings after
Every time I close my eyes I lose you, however briefly, 'til the moment that I wake again and seek you, heart completely following the sun you radiate, growing at a pace I had never thought I'd come to know, glowing in a way that puts all other love to shame.
Breath into Me
Before I try to do something new, I am going to begin with some things that I have written years ago. Breath into me Give me your life Allow me the taste of perfection That only you can give Look at me Steal a glance into my Soul Show me what you see Give me…
Between Twilight and Dawn
Somewhere between twilight and dawn When your mind awakens Behind heavy lids The light-footed foxes prance in a field Of red white and gold. The gilded bells and hammers of youth Ring out before the rising of the sun And slowly fade into the recesses of memory, Living eternally in an ageless plac...
He Said… But I am….
He Said I was Dumb He said I was nothing with out him He said I couldn't make it on my own He said I am unable to function with out him He said I am a piece of shit He said I cannot do anything I want He said I am a whore He…
Journal entry 3 – Island Treasure
. Underneath the ocean breeze, mysteries and answers Spiral shells, dried up leaves, branches, and coral antlers.. . Coconuts and broken tiles soaking up the suns bright smile.. . Here are some findings, small treasures hiding on this little island.. . Last weekend my sister got married in...
pacebreaker
Finally my heart is broken; but I do not mean to sound dramatic, for it is not smashed or heaped in pieces, incapable of completing its beating — it simply no longer works as before. Its timing runs strange and unfamiliar, somewhat aimless yet also free of the pressure to stay reliable, to keep t...