What Am I thinking?
You ask,
As I trace the shape of you
Swirling from one contour to the next
Impossibly smooth
Hands on the move
Gripping you tightly
Tight enough to nearly strangle
Pulling you closer
Close enough to listen
Listening for those quiet little sounds
that gently escape your lips
From those lips
The heat of your breath
Breathing raggedly by my neck
My mind escapes into my body
Thoughts replaced by my senses
letting my sensations fill the moment
Not a thought,
Just a feeling.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 2:40 AM UTC
Foreign places
Familiar faces
I remember how it started,
But how did I get here?
Coming down
On the ground
I know what's right
Yet my decision remains unclear
I need not say,
I cannot stay,
Far much longer,
Stuck this way.
I'm wasting my youth
Running from this truth
I'm becoming numb
To what my life has become.
Or is it mine at all?
It used to be.
"There's always tomorrow"
I say in the present,
Until one day soon,
There isn't.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC
I walk outside
Beholding the night
A chill fills the air
In the waning light
The sun goes to bed
In its evening blindfold
No moon to shine
It’s becoming cold
All alone
And now I can’t see
**** this ****
I’m going home.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
Testing Testing,
One two three.
Are you listening?
Seems to be.
What's the message?
I am me.
That will not change,
So let it be.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 2:12 AM UTC
Our time together,
Has long since passed.
But time should not muddy,
The Beauty with the Beast.
Our happiness was not tainted,
Nor was the sadness lightened.
Every moment was precious,
So let us not forget it.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
Just a tiny spark,
to ignite the fire
of my whole world.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
Whatever’s left;
Left between the cracks
Discarded like simple trash
Forgotten by all but some,
valued by none.
Outlived by its purpose,
all alone and restless.
A promised future
left Shattered,
by the weight of its own dreams
The Myth of itself
dissipated into history.
Nothing but the faded stain
of a quiet memory.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
Why lame McGee?
Why would you
choose to be,
Lame McGee?
Soon Forgotten
in history,
Only because she
refused a simple plee,
Long Gone,
But not long missed
R.I.P. Lame McGee.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
Night is called Evening
an Evening,
Evening of the scores.
Matters settled
Wrongs made right
In cover of the dark,
but never brought to light.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
Memories,
like looking through stain glass
directly into our past.
Obscured in their nature,
yet always seeming brighter
than our future.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC