Showing posts with label writer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writer. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
carve
carving each breathe/
from one word/
to the next/
wondering if survival ends/
when the last letter/
of the last word/
sits still in its groove/
as shavings of memories/
lay strewn
Labels:
attraction,
conflict,
desire,
emotion,
feeling,
frustration,
words,
writer,
writing
Friday, June 14, 2013
w_rds
words don't have an impact until we give them power
we assign words and attach them to people, places and things like a stain
and wait for the world to react, emotions brimming over the sides to decide
what’s inside
but there’s emptiness
words have holes
and we’ve fallen through them
we assign words and attach them to people, places and things like a stain
and wait for the world to react, emotions brimming over the sides to decide
what’s inside
but there’s emptiness
words have holes
and we’ve fallen through them
Labels:
adversity,
destruction,
feeling,
oppression,
passion,
people,
poem,
poets,
society,
spilled ink,
strength,
words,
writer,
writing
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
.drowning.
I’m but a storm away from ruin, yet relentlessly you pursue the core of me, determined to crack my resolve and create small damp pools of triumph where warm refuge once had a home…
a house is not a home without love they say, but love can drown even the best swimmer
and my head, tilted up, chin fighting to keep air into these lungs, grows weary quickly
I’m dying for the very love I had hoped would keep me afloat
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
.saturate.
Saturate my present with memories of your past and leave my future dry
I'm building a dam to keep what's behind us out
Current love pending with creation of a foundation that can
Withstand the red ink, yellow tape and glaringly obvious stench of moral decay
The most beautiful part of a damaged wing is that it's still struggling to fly
Save me as I save you
I'm building a dam to keep what's behind us out
Current love pending with creation of a foundation that can
Withstand the red ink, yellow tape and glaringly obvious stench of moral decay
The most beautiful part of a damaged wing is that it's still struggling to fly
Save me as I save you
Monday, August 6, 2012
mind.sex.
I want to make love to her mind
Without touching her skin
Her body alive & wet beneath my fingertips, not touching
But hovering above the very soul
Of her existence
Exploring
My lips inches from her ears
Travel down the nape of her neck
Whispers that
Caress, kiss & soothe
Her mouth opened slight moans escape
& catch in her throat
I grab each sound & wrap it around my tongue
Teeth pressed against it
I breathe in her sounds
As if I could live off of each second
That she inhales
Layered intensity, I've climbed each
Mountain shes placed before me
Each peak nestled in chocolate & quivering beneath each word
Taste my passion and nestle in my thirst
I'm captivated & sinking into the depths of your waters
While standing on the shore
I'm waiting for you to meet halfway
So exhale
Without touching her skin
Her body alive & wet beneath my fingertips, not touching
But hovering above the very soul
Of her existence
Exploring
My lips inches from her ears
Travel down the nape of her neck
Whispers that
Caress, kiss & soothe
Her mouth opened slight moans escape
& catch in her throat
I grab each sound & wrap it around my tongue
Teeth pressed against it
I breathe in her sounds
As if I could live off of each second
That she inhales
Layered intensity, I've climbed each
Mountain shes placed before me
Each peak nestled in chocolate & quivering beneath each word
Taste my passion and nestle in my thirst
I'm captivated & sinking into the depths of your waters
While standing on the shore
I'm waiting for you to meet halfway
So exhale
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