The only insecurity
is security.
The moon will not stop shining
until the suns stops burning.
As long as the sun burns
it will light up the moon.
It will force its way through darkness,
it will burn until it can burn no more.
If you love me as the sun burns,
until you can burn no more,
I will be your light unto darkness
until I can shine no more.
Burn all of me
and I will enlighten
all of you.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
Is she the genesis
of my addiction
to different shades
of brown?
The windows of her soul
is striking with radiance,
entrancing every bit
of me.
Her complexion
is a heavenly shade
of honey,
with a hint of golden brown.
She will be
my drug of choice,
my downfall in the unknown.
One look at her is just enough
to drown too deep
and call it home.
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 7:01 AM UTC
milk
and
honey,
bodies entwined.
Comfortable in the warmth
of each other.
Skin to skin,
I am her milk
and she is my honey.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 3:52 AM UTC
She is the words that I
in twenty eight years
could not find
in the most
poignant poetry.
She is the syllables
for which my soul has suffered
through stanzas,
in search of perfection.
She is
the reason for my poetic pen.
She is
the ink that carves
into the blank pages
my life has been.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 3:51 AM UTC
When I lose myself
as trees do their leaves.
Help me to pick it up
and guard it
against tainting thieves.
Take me by storm,
but shelter me.
Show me how to dance
in the rain.
Shine upon me
the rays of your laughter
and sow sunflower seeds
in the garden of
my heart.
And when summer comes,
swim in my ocean.
Refresh yourself with
the summer sun
of my sweet insanity.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
In a world of Haiku's
and holy hallucinations,
she struggled with sacrificial synonyms.
She strived to be
a Sonnet.
Soft syllables, swirling
and twirling.
Pen to paper,
paper to possession
of her imprisonment.
In time and turmoil
she took on the Tanka.
Terrible beauty, taint her not.
She explored the fields of the things
she was not.
How utterly ironic
How deeply deranged.
From the Haiku's,
she was estranged.
Free verse she became
and with passion she proclaimed
that never, for the life of her,
would her pen and paper
again be tamed.
She strived to be a Sonnet
but was tamed by a Tanka.
She was fascinated by Free verse,
She finally wrote
the perfect stanza.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
Her warm skin
close to mine.
Enchanted by
the way she moves.
I travel in time.
She takes me
to the stars.
Until I forget
what gravity feels like.
She takes me
to the moon.
And I lose sight
of the earth.
She takes me
away.
The world stood still.
Slowly
Softly
I shiver of sensation.
Trembling temptation
she is to me.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 5:24 AM UTC
As stars are burning,
Falling to the earth
Intruiging is the soul.
For in provoking eyes
An intense beauty is found.
Disturbed by waves of emotion
I seek the unknown
For I find my deepest self
Anywhere but home
For in a world of war
Peace is shown
And in rage
She kept me calm
Beautiful is the universe
For it set me free
By lending me a soul
Who let's me be
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 9:34 AM UTC