my ears could pick the soft giggles
you tried so hard to hide.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 2:11 PM UTC
It begins here
On your neck
As a soft kiss
Tasting your skin
Down
Down
Down
To your
Soul
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 1:09 PM UTC
When the poor man
Opened his eyes to see what he can
He met her eyes again
They glowed like fine gold
They welcome like you have found home
And everything vanished
But her eyes alone
And again the poor man
Was lost, bounced way out of realtime
Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 2:15 AM UTC
We are all newbies to today
noone before us has yet lived it.
May 18, 2023
May 18, 2023 at 5:43 PM UTC
How shall this time ammuse the monkey.
A movie perhaps, first, old way romance; without the wine or the dine.
Or the roses,
Or **** boxers,
Or the good cologne,
She dreams of.
I will look into her eyes, "Oh monkey".
I will seek what her soul desires,
Our eyes will catch,
And ****** a moment as boundless,
As the cloudless azure,
Well, then shall it be.
To leave each scene,
To the hand of time,
To weave as per desire.
But I do promise,
Monkey shall have to sweat a little
No, I won't give easily,
Monkey will have to make moves.
Monkey tricks.
Monkey licks.
Monkey tease.
Monkey kiss; my neck
And maybe I will give in.
Apr 9, 2023
Apr 9, 2023 at 11:47 PM UTC
If it's really you,
my heart has been longing for
and it's not mistaken like before,
Where else would I want to go?
Feb 1, 2023
Feb 1, 2023 at 3:16 AM UTC
no pain is much
as to watch
love vanish
slowly
day by
day.
Oct 13, 2022
Oct 13, 2022 at 12:49 AM UTC
On and on, I go, following the flow to wherever it settles me. There I wait for yet another wave to carry me, someplace else, another awaiting adventure destined for the blank pages of my scripts. Gradually, it becomes rather sane to be teleported in-between worlds, and never quite ending stories, tasteless poems, and on good days, hit songs.
Most times, unfortunately, it's the ever-there pain of the past that make it to these pages. And no matter how much I have tried, seemingly all that is meant to be forgotten and buried, finds a way to live on As words on pages. Without hesitation, it's a skewed opinion to take away, the heaviness and beauty of such creations, disregarding an amount of agony carried within.
On better days, we find ways, to paint the happiness, so It could be shared to those in need of comfort and a little bit of love, which is mostly us. Apparently, it only lasts a breath, then away it goes, to be sighted once again. When it's good it's going great, air is fresh and alive. Words dance then, sometimes calmly, step by step as if waltzing to a classic lady in red jam.
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 9:45 PM UTC
Who quells a mimsy breed,
Only He, concedes a tree from seed.
Google, god of today
Only He, Beings bow to, every day.
Who hangs stars dressing a night,
Only He, tags waters of creatures small & mighty
Technology, tyranny of ****
Only He, treats his slaves as kings
Who knows heaven's ends
Only He, who possesing divine hands
Ignorance, father of today
Only He, leading us in paths astray
Who quells a mimsy breed
Only He, concedes tree from seed
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 9:42 PM UTC