Blood.
So much blood.
Bright red against her pale skin,
and his wood floors.

Crumpled, a heap on the floor,
she bleeds and moans, ruined.

Mechanisms years in the wanting, seconds to bloom,
he gave her the love she thought was dead.

Even the ones that know how to
take a big **** sometimes
bleed, just not this much.

So much blood.

And may you get,
If you haven't yet,
The guy who you haven't met,
Who fulfills your dream on net.

And may you be content,
If you still are discontent,
The love you desired in nights,
Who takes you out on flights.

Ouch!


Eyelash on eyeball
Won't go away
Despite rubbing so....
                              Hurts!


There's a broken heart
Upon your threshold,
Lady Spring.....
                        Departs.


Tripping hard
Fall in haste
Stuck in
Your mind's.....
                         Cage.


All encompassing
Heavy, grey sheets
Bar in
Prisoner
Diminishing....
                        Sanity.


She­ knows not
Perhaps she does, but
Chooses to.....
                         Ignore.


Wanna grow older with me?
Emotional chess
Not a fun......
                     Game!


Mind your sheep
No pastoral welcome awaits
One, two.....
                    three...



S T, 20 April 2013

O my baby,
You should smile now.
O my baby,
You covered a mile now.

O my baby,
You should strive now.
O my baby,
You're my life now.

(; So how about bringing that sweet smile back onto your flowery face now...? ;)

Never ever You would know,
This sapling that we grow,
Becomes much bigger,
Even more clearer,
It would carry our dreams.

Up with itself,
Into the sky,
With one,
Creepy,
Or two more creepers.

I could never ever,
Tell You how,
You make,
My own,
Heart skip beats.

I love you & it kills me
As I wait for you
To be back!

In A Mood As Good As Awesome Food

With Eyes As Bright As Black Onyx

She'll Be Reading & Re-reading

This Puny Piece Of Poetry

Twirling Her Silky Hair

With Slender Fingers

And Often Smile

As She Imagines

Walking A Mile

Along With Me

Hands-In-Hands

On A Sweet Day

Not Waiting Until

The Month Of May

She'll Be Reading This

And She Will Do It Soon

Pulled Like A Dove By Love

Love That I Never Fail To Display

Through My Words In My Puny Poems

I Rightly Write Rightfully For Her - Her Only.