#dailygrind
Upon this poem I entertain relief,
From an uncertain journey with lack of reprieve.
A prayer delivers the same result,
A warmth in my being, an absolving of fault.
My thoughts are freed from their hampered state,
No longer caged by triviality or the dullness of fate.
Daily routine had exiled imagination,
But with this escape my thoughts upend reputation.
The daily grind had dampened my soul,
But looking toward heaven I envision being whole.
So small a thing to provide such release,
So fleeting a moment in a life so deplete.
But it’s just enough to keep madness at bay,
These times that I write and those times that I pray.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
there were things
we wouldn't do
*neither for love
nor for money*
but what about when
we have to chose
*for love or
for money?*
**WAKE UP!
IT'S FOUR A.M.!
YOU NEED TO
GET OUT THERE!
SMILE AT PEOPLE
YOU ARE AN ADULT!
AND YOU HAVE
BILLS TO PAY!
R E S P O N S I B I L I T Y**
i miss you
i haven't seen you
in weeks
maybe months
we grow up
and it's no longer
whole weekends
spent at ease
but phone calls
snatched after work
**** you
adulthood
*and we still play pretend
call each other different names
but these are different days
and far worse growing pains*
**WAKE UP!
YOU HAVE
BILLS TO PAY!
PEOPLE WHO YOU
DON'T CARE ABOUT
TO IMPRESS!**
**** this
******* life who demands
we chose money
over love.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
Starry eyes
soft hands
red lips
daring smile
brushed cheeks
Cool silences
heated touches
under clothes,
sparks sizzle
mouthing lust
cradling hunger
******* seduction
pressing desire
Stolen glances
furtive nods
open legs
graceful back;
sprawled apart
lights off
always are,
fingers invade
hands clasp
playful bites
exercised tongues
mouths explored
rough caresses
skinned alive,
beneath you.
Devoured clean
each gasp
shuddering ecstasy
tastes tangy
mouth over
mine whole.
Rolled over
pinned down
held up
crawled over
arched high
we come
clean.
Long received
wishes unveiled
want realised
fancies overturned
lust cold
power charged
but
empty socket.
Leave me
opened up
spooned out
messy bruised
cut bare.
Hollowed out
carried away
with sneaking,
light feet.
Wondering lonely
your whereabouts;
touching who
under covers
right now.
Lost darling
snatched love
tapered heart
stranded crush;
sing alone
sad songs
without me.
Empty rain,
weak winds,
nothing everything;
you’re lost,
without me.
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
The daily grind
Is on my mind
Not all the time
But on Sunday night
I will recite this rhyme
So I can sleep tight
And not fret
So I get
Up
On
Time
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC