how can I describe the sweetness of your breath
as I inhale it
the roughness of your chin
when you kiss me
the stubbiness of your nails
as you clutch my hand in yours
the tickle from your diaphragm against mine
as your bed time breaths steady and deepen
the softness of your eyelids
always hidden by your glasses
the coarseness of your hair
as its laced between my fingers
your dynamic eyebrows
the gaps between your teeth
your long second toe
I can't sleep, I'm hyper aware of your presence next to mine.
Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 4:05 PM UTC
Entangling my fingers on the curly q's across your chest
You're nibbling on my ear as you help me get undressed
My heart is pounding, mind is racing
You kiss me fiercely, we're embracing
On my back, we're on your bed
You've pinned my arms above my head
Hold me, squeeze me, kiss me, please me
I am yours to be led.
Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 4:00 PM UTC
Invitation to my First Exploration
of a Neighborhood I now call My Own
My Gateway to Assimilation
My Window to the World
My source of Freedom
when the Streets , the City are otherwise Unreachable
A Place for Habit
that Cannot be carried back
A Record Player of Noise, Music, Conversation
Foreign and yet Familiar
A Home for my Drying Rack
of Thoughts, Ambitions, Fears
An Escape from the Chaos
A Last Glance
at the Reality I Will Never Forget
May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 2:53 PM UTC
I didn't need her to tell me not to.
The tubes running from her nose, behind her ears, across the floor
they speak for themselves.
But there's something about being here,
knowing she was.
And that we both enjoyed this landscape
as we lit,
an end for her
and a beginning
for Me.
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 4:33 AM UTC
Rumpled sheets
Stacked dishes
Heaped clothes
Agenda
Script
Novel
Novel
Novel
Slipping shoes on
Arriving almost
Staying after
Dedication
Perserverance
Optimism
Did anyone ask you?
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 2:13 PM UTC
your protagonistic role
in my life
hinders my ability to
live.
your constant state
of self loathing
dampens my chances at.
optimism.
and yet,
your charming appreciation
for my ethics
impassions me to
strive
and
yield.
Oct 29, 2010
Oct 29, 2010 at 8:41 AM UTC
I speak I write I sing I yearn
for something more than just discern
cannot grasp, not tangible
what I long for's impossible
to find if you are trying to seek
in the mean time I must fill my need
I speak I write I sing I crave
to be the best without delay
learn the most and fill my brain
speak the truth without refrain
have the fame, know where it's at
hope that others will know that
I speak I write I sing I wish
for someone who will share my bliss
ful tendencies, who will want me
rely on me to fill their need
tell me that they know I can
cause
I speak I write I sing I am
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 10:50 PM UTC
More? You want more?
Look at you,
you drunk *****
Mess. You're a mess.
Letting his hands
run up your dress.
Fool. You're such a fool.
Getting **** drunk
cause you think it's cool.
**** You filthy ****
Stumblin around
with your eyes all shut.
End. Now it's the end.
Slur 'goodnight'
to all your hook up friends.
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 10:39 PM UTC
She was mystical
beautiful
an angel in the flesh.
You were gullible
swoonable
a romantic, nothing less.
I was tired
unwilling
a friend at its best.
Her call was alluring
entrancing
a song to summon all the rest.
And it was too late
hopeless
you didn't have too far to fall.
But she caught you
that demon
with her deadly siren's call.
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 10:35 PM UTC
I think it’s funny how you wear
Your hair pulled back just right
With your necklace lying perfectly
On your fake-n-bake skin.
I know who you’re trying to impress,
Gooping your eyes with mascara,
Coating your face with bronzer
That makes you shimmer ten shades darker.
It’s not your boyfriend.
You’re not fooling us.
It’s as exposed as your cleavage.
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 10:17 PM UTC