Some poems are meant to be, Ephemeral. Short-lived. Like, Pain. Laughter. Love. And life... Just, One thought now buried in the past, Either making you laugh, Or cry...
Her cheekbones posses the curves my eyes love to lock on. Like kissing a cloud of zeal and amour my heart lays on when daydreaming of her presence. Her voluptuous hips have nothing on her cheeks with a little dip in the middle. That dimple I can only dream to witness, Ever since she went... Continue Reading →
Beating... Beating... Beating... My heart is, With accelerating rhythm. Every morning comes with a bittersweet hint of His iron will bleeding out through His stomach, Growling for another plate of food His mind seems to refuse... Why? Even He has not a single clue. Except! For the one reason He chose to pretend wasn't true.... Continue Reading →
Kind of feels like Human love in this day & age is artificially flavored just like a big ole' sugary packet of Sourpatch Kids, doesn't it? A concrete jungle where every step is bittersweet as you witness one tragedy after another. Whether it be a Pigeon who had lost its legs, no longer able to... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, Poems can be small, Even if we have so much to say. Because, Silence overrides anything you would like to do, When all you feel at the moment, Is pain. Pain shooting up and down your spinal cord from working so hard on the hottest days. Pain stepping on your brittle toes, After walking... Continue Reading →
A stage, Is not a stage, But, A chamber of healing. I've bled. Lost my sense of hearing momentarily, As my voice box felt like it was coming to a close. All to pour out a tsunami that seemed virtually endless from the inner depths of my bleeding heart. But, One thing is for sure.... Continue Reading →