I couldn't help myself
















She called me.

But why

Does my body even allow

A glimmer of hope

For something I know

Proven by doctors and science

To be

Impossible.

There once was a girl
Blonde, with a southern drawl
Told by many
She was the fairest of them all

But all too soon
Her face seemed all but alive
And she said to me
"Things as fair as me, are not allowed to survive"

She became dependant
And lost the light that once sparkled in her eyes
And as fast as the world had spit her out
She let it **** her back in, and died.

She smells of jasmine
And sea island cotton

Her haunting green eyes
And vivid ice blonde hair

Not even The Creator
Could believe

He had constructed something
So beautiful

We are but two single drops of crystal clean water in the abyss of the ocean surrounding us
How are we ever to truly see one another's true colours?
When our shine is overcast by the drops in which the light shines most beautifully through
How are we, supposed to make a dent in the ocean?
Simply said, impossible.

Sage & sweet grass

Hand made quilt

Steeped Chai

Dozing sighs

Cool breeze

Life at ease

Breathe in reality
Exhale insanity

Notice how
Insanity
In-sanity
Comes from within

In-side we are all In-sane.

Mama Rose
as her
Baby Blossomed

I promised
I'd stop
But now




I don't care






I need
My fix
Now.

She shot him a look of promise and passion.
That baby girls got something up her sleeve.
Pulsing with anticipation he sits like a
good man.
Politely, delicately slips off her leather jacket.
Position patient,  
She
      Doesn't have time for games.
Except,
            The ones she plays of course.
She sits on his lap, works her magic touch.
Hold his hand to her lips, and as her tongue traces his fourth finger. What does she find but a

Ring shameless


Reaches behind him, kissing his neck.
Wallet in his back pocket.
Pulls out, to tease (he loves it) with bills in her full, glistening *******.
Teasing him

Until, she finds the picture of his three kids.

She contemplates her job:
Pleasure Queen or Homewrecker

You're a beautiful mess

Struggling with yourself

My dear,

Don't fret.

For we are all,

In one way

A wreck.

Lithe body structures form
Beautiful shapes while
  They dance to save
    Their lives

Where do bad folks go when they die?

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Go to a lake of fire and fry.

You



         Know                
  


                               Who


     You

                    Are



                                     All


   Of




                My



                         Poems




                                     About


          "Someone"


                     Darling,




                                                 It's you.

If I were to paint my words
Long strokes of

                           Purple

Harsh indent where pen meets paper
And

        Dark Blue

Jagged lines, interrupt the pretty pattern
Beautiful flowering blooms of

                                     Magenta

Signify that through times of

               Indigo

Passings, hope shines through.

Sleepless, lonely nights
Full of anxiety and fear
Of nothing

"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I don't mind.
Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."
"If you can hear this whispering you are dying."
"I never said I was frightened of dying."

My hidden passion
Forbidden love
Oh how I so desperately wish to show you
But only if you promise...
                                            To keep it between
                                                                        *our lips

Day without substance
What am I to do with myself

White lights,

          
                     Twinkle distantly


Yellow

          Streets

                         Full of life

             Heavy

                                                 Haze


Why.         Don't


              You


Join



Me

     My life

           My city

                 My world
                
                        My universe
  

                                           Our eternity ~

Mentioning old habits, (even in light conversation)
Makes me
Crave.  

            -*only those who have seen the monster       themselves will know how awful this feeling is

My
            Arms


   Legs


Hands
                      Can

  Show

              You

                           Where

I've                    Been


Not
    


            Only

     Where


The
                   Blade


Pressed

                 Close




But


               Where

The              
                       Needles
      
                                                         Broke
      
                                                                                Skin.

Honey
                  You are
So

       Very

                          Lovely



Topsy-Turvy,

                Whimsical

Oh,
                                                But so


Very
                          Haunting

                                                          And
So
               Very

F                         a                            r
  

          Away
                                From










                                                    Me

What is it about you

                       That

Sets my heart on an

                      Edge

Which I am unable to

                     Control.

I


                Want you for my own is that too much to ask?

Question          If we were to see one
                           another would    
Everything              Be the same ?
Especially                   for those who

                           Much need the comfort;
                               Just                   Like
You,


                        In need of love
And

                        Compassion

                                   From someone like
Me

Oh how lovely they are
Art work in my eyes
I have created
A M(onster)asterpiece

If I had to lose a mile
If I had to touch feelings
I would lose my soul
The way I do

I don't have to think
I only have to do it
The results are always perfect
And that's old news

Would you like to hear my voice
Sprinkled with emotion
Invented at your birth?

I can't see the end of me
My whole expanse I cannot see
I formulate infinity
Stored deep inside me

If I had to lose a mile
If I had to touch feelings
I would lose my soul
The way I do

I don't have to think
I only have to do it
The results are always perfect
And that's old news

Would you like to hear my voice
Sprinkled with emotion
Invented at your birth?

I can't see the end of me
My whole expanse I cannot see

I formulate infinity
Stored deep inside me

He kissed my scars

I couldn't look him in the eye

*coward

But how can I
                          Ever
          Expect
                       That maybe
Your
                           Talent
Will translate

Into
            A
Constricting thing

Such as
                      
                           Words.

Stick shift, seatbelt quick, 120k
Cool grin, bites lip, worry starts to fade
He tucks my hair behind my ear, oh so ever gently
Halted finally, stepping out of the 2014 Bentley

Swagger of his hips, lead mine to the door
His million dollar home, everything in store
Opens it, easy- then 1,2,3
Closes the door, and puts me on my knees

"You've been a very bad girl" he smirks down at me
Pushes my face into the bulge I see
I back up for a moment, weakness under his disguise
I bite my lip, and look up at him
With my lustful baby blue eyes

You always make coffee in the morning
It draws me from my serene slumber
You bring it to me in the mug you gave me
For Christmas last December

Simple joy
I cannot fathom
A world without your loving touch
A dream without your gracious gaze
And a life without your presence

Smoking my last cigarette
I know you hate it
Never kicked the habit

Walked in with your jawline set
I know your angry
Lets get at it

Walk out trailing behind you
Like I'm some kind of
a n i m a l?

Throw me into the passengers side
And kiss me hard
Before we go

Time for another poem hinting at ****** things?





Maybe not.

If
   I
     Was
            Simple

Do you think
                        People
                                    Would
                                                More
Or
    Less

Interested ?

Without any forewarning
You are leaning over top of me
I reach my face up to kiss you
Easing my legs to either side
Push your hips into mine, so that I may see
Wrap my thighs tighter, telling you I want to
How much you want it
Baby
Gasp
I tell you
Don't hesitate
Please?
Let me on it
For now; I am craving what you seek
At last
Your hand finds its way
Down below
You breathe into my neck
Finding me saturated
You start nice and slow
Your mouth continuously inspects
Mouth on my collarbone
The urgent kisses that follow
Your hand holding my face firmly away
You kiss all the way down
I feel you swallow
You look up to me with your dampened face
Hand in your hair
I tell you "baby now."
Taking my skirt and pulling it firmly down
He strips of his own pants
And eases his hips onto mine
I feel the way he desperately wants inside
I kiss him again
As my thighs give him a squeeze
But I will continue later
What can I say?
I'm a tease

When I can't get me speed
Jack will do
Send me to sleep baby
Minds chewed

The beautiful blue sky, white morning light
Flood my bedroom
Make it go away
Too painful to sleep
And it's too bright to shine on someone so sombrely
Will I ever feel normal without it again

I'm so sorry
For causing you the worry and pain
I love you
I'm really trying
I was so good
I will be again
You will not have to bury your child daddy