I fell in love with the soft
whimpers that escape you
when your body is first
waking up in the morning.
The way you twist and
turn to awaken every muscle.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
Saltwater Poet.
Waves washing over me cleanse my soul.
Salt-soaked sand glues itself
to my skin,
it clears the cobwebs in my cluttered mind.
Anchoring back near the coast
is my ultimate goal.
Reaching others through my words
with the help of my
Nautical Muse.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC
My greatest fear is
that handwritten letters
will soon be a lost
art.
My greatest wish
is to be your
only artist.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
I long to lay my eyes
upon the inside of your mind,
and take notice of the
tiny mess you've built
for comfort.
And then I will compare
it to the tiny mess you've
made inside my heart
for the same reasons.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
Someone asked me my favorite color.
All I could think to answer, was that
pink and orange mixture that radiates
from the sun a half hour after 7
in the beginning of October,
reflecting vibrantly in her hazel eyes,
while her fingers are entwined with mine
and the faint smell of her perfume
blends with the Autumn smell
of mowed grass and bonfires.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
Chewed another ****** to forget you.
Chased it with a shot of Jack just to
dull the gnawing in my gut a little.
I fell into a deep slumber.
Then there you were in my dreams.
So predictable.
Tomorrow night I will take two.
Chase them with two more shots.
There has to be something to **** this
counterfeit perfect memory of you.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
It's so odd how one smell can trigger so many emotions.
I used an old deodorant today and I
swear every time I lift my arms I am
back in your bed, one hand behind my head
and the other wrapped around your petite body.
The nostalgia has a choke-hold on me these days.
It's so odd how one smell can trigger so many feelings,
like the scent of Old Spice,
or the perfume in your favorite store.
Or the smell of our frequented restaurant,
or the metallic blood on my lips when your cutting words
blended with your sweet kiss and caught me off guard.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
I tilt the bottle up, the last drop flowing into my glass.
I allow the warm red silk to slide
Down my throat and with that, allow you to enter my mind.
In no time you take over like a growing **** and my thoughts wander.
Maybe... Maybe we met at the wrong time.
Our young minds ran rampant with
Jealous Thoughts.
The distance hurt us, too.
But we had that chemistry.
An undeniable lust for adventure we
Found only in each other.
What if we met now?
If our new lives intermingled in a messy web of fate.
I could stop into a busy coffee shop on an unplanned trip northbound and above the overpowering scent of espresso beans I catch you, loose jawed, staring in my direction with the same twinkle you had universe's ago.
Could we find ourselves, a few years after, eating out of plastic take out cartons and sipping cheap red wine in front of a glowing screen we would share from our third Story apartment building?
My thoughts are interrupted by the jingle of keys outside my door, and I turn my attention back to my novel, the same page that I started an hour ago.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
Hands aching for a final embrace.
Lips yearning, tongue begging for another taste.
To taste the love you once gave,
when the world spun because I was yours.
When sychronized heart beats and melodied hums
played your hearts lullaby to mine,
when our lips met and your eyes were
brighter than the stars that shined.
One more earth shattering kiss, my love,
I crave one before the crash, then tell me goodbye,
please, tell me goodbye.
Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 1:49 PM UTC
Like a snake slowly coiling around my vitals,
your sly words took hold of me.
Everything beautiful and calm, hidden wretchedness,
a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Justifying your words, my feelings;
heads spinning.
A stronger love than fathomable, I fell so hard,
blind to the sinister lies that your flawless lips leaked out.
Drool oozing out, I'm hungry for the last taste of you,
you're the apple and I'm Eve,
releasing my last bit of dignity, I
chased the perfect evil that is You.
Skin shed, your soul revealed: dark.
Stars fading overhead, aching, stomach in knots...
waking up refreshed, reborn, life without the shackles.
The rising new sun is brighter than before.
Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC