Poetry & Stuff

He could feel each syllibant collapsing on his flesh as she spoke and the warm drop of tears glistening on her cheeks. Her voice filled a room where once there was but silence and his breathe as the night spun hours away until dawn thieved the darkness again. Daylight and purpose filled the wakin...

Her glacier blue eyes I wish they were on me now Her gaze sinks inside

His free hand soon found it's way to her face, slender digits resting at her cheek as he drew in her eyes. Many times he would think he remembered them and yet here he felt very much different as if it was discovery of how beautiful and rare she truly was. "When you died I was…

Home. A concept so familiar and yet foreign at the same time. Her whispers collected in him like an old song which one loved yet could not fully remember. The rhythm was there and yet the words failed to spring to his lips. "I am here with you Echolark" He stated in a humble voice,…

Her voice long ago stamped a memory now struck him like a hammer. The simple calling of his name seized him with alarm and fright but not hope. He had abandoned that years ago. Yet now with hurried strides he curled up the terrain snake like between gamboling vine, bramble and sapling alders that...

Sweat trickles off me Legs lift, arms sway, body is moving Things become clearer

Why do I feel like I'm always going to be looking after a sick wife? They're both asleep. With Nina's fever broken she still has waves of fatigue and she just surrended and went upstairs to sleep and possibly gain some strength. I've been up since about 6:30am, little Joe decided 6:30am was a goo...

your voice is like an orgasm through a funnel compounded pleasure forced through my pores Undying rapture that leaves me begging on all fours Fingers digging through hardwood Tongue and truths wishing I could   Dig     Into     You.

Snow laden jungle gyms and swings laced in frost stand as silent monuments as the pure hearted frolick. From one end of the playground a small boy squeezes his hand within his thick woolen mitten, small digits chaffed by the subsero winds. His eyes lay focused on a small girl sitting atop a jungl...

Therein the beast gambolswith feral eye and savage heartThe toils of subservienceharvests the shrewd malice laden rhythms invisible to her hands which coerce such dark thoughts into towering obelisksof their prowessThat blackened seed which wraps the soul in fleshconcreting her as the entity whic...