Chloe

Chloe Jun 2014

He has no choice but to chase her.
This hurricane of a girl,
who carries a roiling storm of turbulent winds behind her glances,
and breathes deeply of natural disaster.
Men will fall for forces of chaos.
Then pursue them despite emotional harm.
All he desires is her and that has made him blind.
He loves how the rain scents her skin.
She smells like dark mahogany and loam.
He loves her rounded gestures.
The way they angle in swooshing arcs,
cutting and emphasizing dialogue.
He wants to kiss her, hold her, be with her, talk to her.
But her crooked, crescent mouth sings only of destruction and implosion.
There’s no time for love or affection.
Her body is an empty vessel for primal lusts.
As slurred, blurred words are panted against her ear.
That’s how long she can stop.
That’s how long she can stay.
She’s caught in the swirl of her turmoil.
And like a hurricane she tears through place and setting.
Always in search of better things.
She has no time to puzzle out love.

Jun 2014

The Anonymous Joker

your brand, your choice

choose your drug
your brand
drift into *** with meaningless women
the bite of liquor
the tang of ecstasy

choose it now
you'll need a crutch

generation gone
face half-remembered
select it now

the deepest of wounds need to be covered
tonight

let your drug consume you
take you away

for one moment,
*forget

Comments?

#poem #poetry #hope #lost #thoughts #independence #challenge #self-assertion #self-realization

Chloe Jun 2014

Passing Through

I will not enter the space
between stomach and breastplates
to rest my weary tread.
But rather I sleep
on the surface; never too deep
in your fingernail bed.

Jun 2014

Brian Gibson

Making It Out Alive

"It may be stormy where you are now,
as you sail through rough seas.
And you wish to get back somehow
where there is solid ground and trees.

This is when you look to the coast
at the people who love you most.

They are a beacon, a lighthouse,
guiding you to safety.
And all you must do,
all you must promise them,
is that you will sail on bravely."

Dedicated to a friend of a friend, who is battling cancer.

#life #hope #cancer #bravery #support #disease

Chloe Jun 2014

Riotous Rose

She’s known as Riotous Rose.
Never has she wanted for company
in the intimate spaces between sheets.
His voice, it calls to her, guides her
down below to rapturous desire.
A carnal growl achingly echoes
inspiring ravenous teeth and hands
that ravage in the gentlest of ways.
****** roses blossom in her cheeks.
With nimble fingers she picks them
before offering them to her lover.

#rose #intimate

Chloe Jun 2014

Violent Violet

They call her Violent Violet
for the purple bruises that bloom
dangerously deep and disturbingly dark
along the tops of her knuckles.
To her it’s decorative floral.
In fights she clutches violets
offering their vicious beauty
to any contending adversary.
She’s a volatile force of nature.

#fights #violet