The Poetry Marathon

How can you live

when there is nothing left to give?

Feeling empty inside

where he never wants to hide…

Why does he keep me

if he really does not want me?

Why do I stay?

Living until I can feel alive again…

Where does the love go?

Being alive is killing me.

once upon a time

i wandered through the sky

the jerk behind me kicking my seat

ignoring my glares

so i took a little walk

making my plans

dropped my pen

and quickly tied his shoes together

boy was his mother ever pissed at me

~but that kicking stopped

Sometimes I think I’m the only one

who feels pain and loss.

I think I’m the only person

who understands how vital

and fragile

a true friendship is.

How it must be nurtured

and how easily it is to forget life

before the bond.

The eternity that must pass before there even is a bond.

It’s so easy to be taken for granted.

To take someone else for granted.

The frightening forever that must pass

when such bonds are broken.

I cannot imagine

opening up

to another such scenario.

~but how can I live without one?

{Making Snow Angels}

~In All The Bullshit Around Me~

***I Adjust My Halo***

《And Dig In.》

My skin

Your skin

Where do you start

Where do I begin

My lips

Your lips

Hunger

Near and Far

Your skin

Under my fingers

Flickers by candlelight

Like the fire in your eyes

Your skin

Against mine

ffeeeeelllsss

So right

I

Always

Want

More

Of

You

I’ve never been

To the land down under

Where the grey bears slept in trees

Before the bunnies burned.

I’ve never been

To the land where I hear

They carve up kitty mothers

Counting babies by the arrow.

I’ve never been

To the land where such blue water

Teems with sharks with bitey teeth

And the coral might be dying.

I’ve never been

Where the gunshots

Have been stifled

Because the people gave up their guns.

i

think

of

you

(you know i do)

the

tears

on

my

face

(they belong all to you)

Strange.

How often I imagine

That cottage of ours

In the heat of the night.

Fireflies dancing near the treeline.

Skipping through the lush wet grass

Under the sparkling moon

In my favorite birthday suit

Towards you…

long hair

so soft

so fine

i

do not know

whose it is

yours

or

mine

do not know if it is yours

do not know if it is mine

just

loving how it feels

wrapped around us

all the time

Misty Whispers

Of my mind~

Reach my lips

When they touch yours…

So far away

And yet~

Always with me…

Scratchy face

So full of kisses!

I sigh a deep sigh~

Remembering your ‘MissUs…