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Think May 2014
I walk down
I walk around
All my movements lead to the same ground
I run to find an exit but the door never comes
I Run up
I Run around
But still I touch the same ground
I'm panicking but I would never give up.
This maze as me trap
Think May 2014
Astray from the path I walk
Adrift from the one I want
Abandoned from the one I love
Awry from romance
my aimless thoughts
Acknowledge the dark as light
Think May 2014
I walk around the sand to night
I play my guitar to the ocean waves
I sing to breeze and taste the salt
I see couples kissing under moon
I see lovers seeking love under the stars
I walk around the sand looking into space
Oh what a peaceful night
Think May 2014
It was a warm night but the moon look cold . I touch your body but my action weren't bold. I kiss your cheek wanting to bite your neck. I huge you but my thoughts are filthy. I must not let the my actions take the best of me. I let you go and I turn away . The night is young for this foolish game
Think Apr 2014
I came here tonight to confess my emotion to you. I lay down with filthy sheets were the stench and perfume of others had been. Your bitter saliva burns my tongue . The Acid pain brings a remedy that last a day . Scratch marks on my back are just a reminder what I can't have. You look for lust and I look for love n this drunken night. I'll just be another aroma on the bed of lies

- thoughts of Rosendo Dominguez
Think Apr 2014
Everyone is jolly having fun

The woman in the corner is kissing everyone

The jokers bow to the jester who is leading the parade .

Jesters is lighting fireworks and burning up the place

The freaks scream and shout to see the fireworks .

The circus act is ready to begin

The kids jump with joy when the ringmaster whips the cage

Foolish thoughts
Think Apr 2014
Seeking for a funky cigarette . The taste of guilt and temptation feels so good in my lungs. A glass of red wine to compliment my daze . Now I'm buzz n I thank the white rabbit for coming to my aid. I confess I'm playing my hand without looking at my cards . The creations of my mind make sense only to me. I'm slowly unlocking the convenient of my thoughts. I want to taste the colors of the world but I want share the taste . Many don't have the anger I have .
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