There is only one finger set in motion forget the other four.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
yes:
I could go on
Believing
Thinking
Feeling
That everything is OK,
That everything is perfect for once.
How i could buy you a pretty diamond ring,
Yet have second thoughts about everything.
Or maybe I could buy you roses from time to time,
Just for you to look at once and then throw them away.
How you could say I love you and
I would say it back,
Yet one of us never fully meant it.
How we can both love and grow to hate each-other
Like wild animals fighting over dominance
You show your teeth,
I show you mine.
Id rather swim,
Then drown in the moments that are left to remember.
If I do so happen to drown,
Let it be the whiskey that i drown in.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
My book "whiskey dipped flowers" is now available on Amazon and on Kindle. It will soon be available on ebooks.
.Jm
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
I wanted to thank everyone for taking the time to read my work.
"Whiskey dipped flowers" is now available on Amazon.
For every writer out there I wish you the best of luck.
Keep writing and eventually you will succeed.
.JM
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
Dance,
Dance your life away.
Those who danced,
We're thought to be insane.
They'll lock you up
they'll strap you in,
To only see four walls a day.
Thoughts are vague,
Oh these thoughts are vague!
Words are mutiny,
To the proper face.
Mad,
I have gone mad: Yes!
Like turning tables,
And criticism is like playing
musical chairs in my head.
When she kisses death,
Oh she kisses death!
Pluck out an eyelash and make a wish,
Because I am the bleeding scab
that you constantly pick.
A view of terror,
What a beautiful sight.
We are all dancing,
Dancing until we die.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
Every time I look at the reflections of myself captured in the mirror,
It is as if,
I am looking at someone entirely different,
Someone that I am disgusted with.
Someone who has no purpose to care,
Or to be cared for,
Because of the way they were treated before.
Someone who has no need to think,
Or knows what to feel,
Because life is far to real.
And "love" is spoken of too much,
Much to often.
That dead end job that you are always tired of,
It barley pays the bills.
And your only escape,
Is through sleep.
So I ask myself "how are you today"?
And I lie and say that I'm ok,
So I can be left alone with myself.
Left out in the dark,
Like a falling star.
To see life for what it is,
Not of its hell,
But of its beauty.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 5:58 PM UTC
Flowers to us
may teach to them,
How to find strength again.
From great distance,
And loss.
With tired fingers let us
reach for love,
Pray for hope.
To find a little piece of heaven,
Even in the dark.
Though the past may patronize us
it is hard to forget the scars we hold
and grow with,
To learn from overtime.
The troubling words of an unhealthy relationship,
Once hello,
Is now goodbye.
Still we fight another day,
Another day: until our journey here is done.
Let us come to imagine far greater things,
And enjoy happiness while we still can.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
Somewhere
someway,
My heart shall embrace
the closeness and warmth of
another being.
Where I can be in awe,
Over the tranquility of her
blessings.
Where I can weave this eternal string of its mystery,
To balance fine lines between us.
Let us travel through
desperate measures,
In search for new ground.
Somewhere
someway,
Love will be an adventure
waiting to explore.
The needs of someone wanting more,
Than just simple affection.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 3:40 PM UTC
The night falls with a
silent sigh,
Entwined we are.
The light for which you
lust flares once,
Then dies.
Crushed by a velvet ebon
nothingness,
All we hope for must come
to an end.
Our passion's,
Throb no more.
How could you tear us asunder?
Our tristful emotions surround
us,
Crying,
We have lost our way.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC
My skin is dieing,
To just feel yours.
Sprung,
Like early flowers blooming.
Eyes;
So apodyopsis.
We are panoply,
The closer we get the more
our bodies become vintage.
She is the somber clouds-
for I shall catch the very first raindrop,
Tasting her sweet presence
on top.
Mirror me the crown of King,
While such ***** words you whisper within my ear.
Let us melt together like candle wax,
Swimming in eachother with such painted emotion.
And did our love feed the flames,
That burned inside of us.
Moan to me,
Moan to me as if it was your
last breath ever taken.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC