Give your thumbs a break,
Turn away from temptations,
You won’t find me in that app
Quit scrolling for love
I’m right here, baby.
Not on that little screen
I don’t want a cliche love story,
I want real romance,
I want you.
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC
Secured in his arms,
Reality fades into a dream,
One she hopes to never wake from.
Seduced by the feel of his skin,
like melatonin to an insomniac,
His touch being the only solution.
Threaded among the moonlight,
Constellations carefully etched across the sky,
Their destiny mapped out in front of their eyes.
She runs her hands down his back, entranced entirely by him.
His intentions, entranced entirely by her fragile physique.
Her urges take over,
Losing control again,
Distracted by warped illusions,
Failing to remember,
The future she’s been unable to escape.
Fooled by his caress,
The stars fall out of foucs,
Causing the drugs to lose effect.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
Temptations capitvate my dreams
Outcomes of these uncontrollable thoughts
Seem as hazardous as mentos
Recklessly dropped into a vulnerable bottle
Of fifty cent drugstore soda.
Pop the top off
And replace my logical strain
With ingorant emotions.
Once enslaved by my own command,
I am finally free.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 10:52 AM UTC
Those harsh words your whisper,
Joined with a smirk,
Stay lingering in my ears.
Your glares melt my self confidence into puddles,
Pressuring me to focus my eyes on the cold tile floor.
You don't realize the pain you inflict on me,
Causing me to intoxicate my problems.
Or maybe you do.
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
In love with beginnings
Seducing them with sensations.
Boys fall for me with ease
But break away just as willingly.
Confined within the borders of a triangle
Luring my heart in different ways
My desire as constant as the days of the week.
On Monday
Comes saccharine Sonny knocking on my door.
On Thursday
Comes debonair Dave calling my line.
On Saturday
Comes captivating Christian chasing after me.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
The flourishing technology
Promises us a brighter tomorrow
With little screens making our hands their home.
Our fingertips are the ones that are at their service
While this advancement is promoted to say otherwise.
They say we’ll be connected around the world,
They say we’ll feel complete.
As relationships are invaded
And distances are formed with those near us.
Back issues
Neck problems
Poor eyesight.
Take back the decades
When being social was considered a norm
And blue lights didn’t distract us from our environment.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
Wrapped up warm and seeping with temper
Lies your Christmas gift
Under the mistletoe.
As your mind pulses with confusion,
You trace your receipts
Wondering why coal fills your ripped stockings.
Your checkbook goes out to supplying yourself with makeup
Conceal, repent, repeat.
Bruises envelop the surface of your porcelain skin
And wounded heart of a veteran.
The new year brings hope and courage,
You pray to end the repetition.
Quit tripping and falling
Believing you’re just a clumsy house wife.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
Pros and Cons swaying her emotions,
Like the immense opposites of yin vs yang.
Blocking her ability to eat,
To think,
To function.
Help her collect the pieces of her heart,
Hanging in front of her in the fashion of a vail.
Old distance memories,
Clashing with the sparking sensations of the here and now.
The overwhelming decision,
Pulsing through her mind,
Convulting shocks in her heart.
Focusing on the present,
Only makes her go crazy.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
The end is coming near,
Just as I fear.
Time never slows down,
The thought of that makes me want to drown.
How shall I part from my loved ones,
If only the future was something I could outrun.
The unknown brings worries upon worries,
Like a winter storm commencing the flurries.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
Those eyes.
The night we met
Sent me in a trance.
Lingering over a jukebox
Silver in my hands
Sharing fresh fries in the diner.
It started with a glance
The rest of the night fell into place
Outlined details I would’ve dreamt of later.
As the hourglass emptied
Dread krept over
Time escaped us.
Those eyes.
Leaving me torn in different directions.
Shove me against a wall
But play with my hair and call me pretty.
I lie in bed now
Wrapped in cotton
Picture you here
Imagining your skin bare
Running my fingertips down your spine
Leaving you with more than just my finger prints.
The idea of calling you mine
Brings life into the hairs on my neck.
Piercingly blue.
Those eyes.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC