His hands were warm Upon my face As he pulled me in Each second frozen In my mind As I took it in And then it happened Just like that His lips were on my lips It was hard And full of lust Six months…
Category: Miscellaneous
ASYLUM
Poppers in the hair , cheer in the air Glasses floated on here and there, Dresses caressed and cheeks kissed , At the back , frowned and hissed. Pride was held and pockets filled , Together they boasted and killed . Cared for none ,…
December 22
Above all, I remember your purple toes– a sign of the dead end you were approaching. The seasoned nurse lifted the sheets and showed me your long suffering digits that used to bruise from toe shoes in dance lessons in pink with ribbons. Swollen and…
The End of All… Poem 1/24
1955 – the beginning of it all my mother thought my baby face was the most beautiful she’d ever seen… her friends and family said “How cute!” my father… I don’t know if he was present, lol! whatever I was perceived to be, by whomever,…
Hour One – The End of Drought
Sun shining across my shoulder. Three potted plants struggling to live. I expected them to flourish and give Color and brightness, Wisdom and lightness To the space where I write. Alas they are brown, no green in sight! Cactus, grass, flowering mass … I’ve killed…
Love
A heart so badly broken every beat brings pain tears that flow are calling to never fall again scars all on the surface run deeper than the eye a wall has formed around it higher than the sky A brave one sees the…
Fuse (Hour One)
My fuse has grown short with all this burning. I am still smoking, a meteor crashed to Earth. When the end is not the end, But a gateway into Hell, What can you do but endure your demons Until they grow weary with gnawing at…
Mornin’
In the mornin’ I get up to face the day, I never miss the time to pray. It gives me time to just be still, And just to be in his will. To hear his sweet voice in my ear, to listen and do and…
Hour One- Endings
ENDINGS Always taking a swipe at me Aiming for my complacency For my compliance and my character Sometimes those endings are minor, simple A transition from one place to the next A flow so simple, you barely feel the wave Your feet gently tickled…
The Silence Of The Night!
The silence of the night introduces me to someone, Someone who is very close to me, and yet I haven’t seen from years, And lost it in my fast pacing life. The pale bluish winter moon, creates a blurred pic of an infant face who…