I hear the clock tick and the fan tock
Everything is standing still
except for my breath
As I hear your low growl echo in my chest and vibrate into my throat
I dare not move
Your hand cups my razor sharp shoulder
I dare not move
I fear I'll slice into your paper thin hand
The scent of vanilla and warm rose fill my lungs with adrenalin and insomnia
Once again, I hear the clock tick and the fan tock
Everything is standing still except for time
Your hand grips my shoulder blade tighter
I soften
Don't you know how delicate your skin is?
Your pulsing cheek warms my chest and
I soften
Nothing is standing still and I finally fall into sleep
My dreams come alive
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
Once again I lay awake
In our bed
My arm is numb from your heavy head
I slip away to do my deeds
Although I know the moon is watching me
Just stay in silence
Because change only comes
When I've come term with my weighted down heart
So let the moon be my guide
Even though it's not always bright
For fifteen days I walk though dark
And the 15 other I play the part
That you need from me
In order for me to keep my conscious clean
Ill tell you stories to make me look smart
But i am dense and dull and dumb
No matter what you'll see me as the one
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 5:59 AM UTC
Remember that time...?
Wait, you're not around to reminisce with.
At least I have my paper and pen to make it real.
It was surprisingly cool out for Florida in the fall
All the more reason to have you cuddle up under my arm.
You slide over with weary shuffles,
I simply open up to let you in
I asked you what you'd like to do
And you replied sheepishly,
"I don't care"
At that moment I knew you just wanted my presence.
We arrived in a dimly lit park,
At a dark hour when no children were playing.
All the more excuse to touch your lips to mine.
I can't seem to remember a step by step description of how your lips met mine,
Because the momentum building into it
Carried enough electricity that I blacked out.
I do remember asking if you'd like to go home.
When you replied with conservative eyes
"I don't care".
I knew that meant you were ready for bed.
Just not your own.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
Unrestricted romances repeatedly consume the barren space between my sternum and spine.
A void that formed with the absence of your shores.
In its place you left no lake.
But instead, the sand that once met your waters is now a desert with dunes that were created with the whistle of the wind. The scorching sun with cloudless sky's, won't allow the flings to blossom into petals glowing with vivid colors, and aromas that cause your eyes to close, and breath to become deeper.
Artificial stems are dug into the ground with hopeless faith. I now have a garden of tulips
and roses
And
daisy and
morning glories.
With a white picket fence to maintain a level of structure in this lifeless terrain.
I'll carry pales of water to try and quench the sand and allow the elements at hand to create rocks. From those rocks moss will grow and with the passing of time succulent greens will arise.
Tainted views that evolved from our father's need to place explanation of the moon shining solely at night, and birds chirping at the break of dawn, contradict my insight of what is required to fill my barren landscape.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
Love can be spelled in
many different ways
Love can also be read in
many different ways
Someone might spell it as
physical
Others might write it as
affirmation
As for myself
I spell it as time
As for yourself
You read it as services
But I portrayed it as
touch.
You built it as
Gifts.
I wanted to spend
time
You only wanted me to
Serve you
I wouldn't mind
If you gave protection
But you never gave
Attention
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
I've had an unsettling
Feeling since 2 am
A bit frustrating
Your love is dissipating
I woke up with a thought
And a wretched feeling
Through my gut
I think I'm ******
You're in my arms
I have you close
And it might cause me harm
But for now I enjoy your charm
I hope it's not fake
Your words and actions
But I know you lie
That makes me quake
Don't waste my time
Because my heart
It's on the line
And I'm just in line
To try and call you mine
I wish I was first
But that's just fine
Just don't make me out to be a swine.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
Go ahead pick a flaw
You couldn't possibly count them all
I've got so many
You could even call me off the wall
Now how about you?
Are you not human too?
Or is your personality
Always the right color hue?
I dare you to lie
The truth to deny
You do it so often
I'm never surprised
There we go
Through team work
We found your dark cork
That goes to show
That you wipe your hands clean
And make it seem
That you are a victim
And not part of this team
That we both built
With every moment stitched together
Like a family quilt
Now you set it a flame because of guilt
It sure is not fair
And what causes my scare
Is how you're so blind
Because I really do care
I have no respect
For your irrational concept
And I hope some day
You take your blame
And you lay in your bed full of flaws
And you count through them all
Because there are so many
You too are off the wall.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
I need reassurance
I need confirmation
A daily reminder
And a weekly gesture
Simply because I am weak,
insecure,
and doubtful.
I want you to know that I need attention
Lots of it
And I want you to find my cool spot
When I'm a burning flame.
And if you call me needy
I don't think you need me.
I need love
I need affection.
Your attention is my goal
Give me your protection.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC
My words are on fire
And your eyes are cold as ice
My hands have grown numb
And you no longer want to listen to the beat of my drum
Is this not all comprise?
My strides are aggressive
And your thoughts are protected
I share my emotions
But you don't like that commotion
How is this all so hectic?
My lungs need air
And you're slowly pulling our your hair
I really hope that you meant it
Or was it the passion in your belly ?
Or was it the satisfaction of taming a lion?
Perhaps it is the only honest thought in your *** of black gold.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
I run from love
in hopes that
it will chase me.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC