*Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise
They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole
But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell
Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared
Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again*
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
unwashed t-shirts
soaked in your intoxicating scent,
litter my bedroom floor.
they ooze memories of you,
and poison the air
with the aroma of forbidden love.
the familiar fragrance
once comforting and warm,
is
slowly
suffocating
me.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC
sweet gas station champagne
and rocky *******
melodic moans escape
as you whisper my name
our tongues dance
like children in soft summer rain
silky lips on my *******
desire surging through my veins
now drunk on your presence
and high on romance
you softly kiss my forehead
then slip on your pants
body tingling, mind racing
while lost deep in your trance
you waltz out the door and slur
"glad i had the chance”
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
the spark of a feathered flame
rains strokes of light upon dark,
lingering smoke punctuates the air
with a crisp question mark.
as colorful visions of tangled hands
seep from the cracks of my heart
You whisper
“our love was an adventure in which you chose to embark”
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 6:10 PM UTC
he always said he
could count his
flaws on
both hands
but;
I loved him for
the way
his imperfections
made him whole ..
I saw how his
soul
was so
beautifully
torn and
that all of his
imperfectly scattered
pieces
would always
fit together perfectly
with mine
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
A naive girl
clutching onto what was left.
An unruly love garden
that remained unkept.
Though tangled
and wild
and often upset...
She held on tightly,
for she loved without regret.
But as expected the love eventually
turned sour.
Once a beautiful garden,
now uprooted flowers.
She wept tears of wonder
for a pitiful coward.
A young, smart, girl...
who has lost her power.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
you know
you really love someone
when you can’t
hate them for
breaking
your
heart
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
last night
was the first time
someone called me
beautiful
and i didn’t immediately
think of you
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC