#savoring
For too long
I have wasted time
doing what I don't enjoy
For too long
I've listened to the voices
of others telling me what to do
For too long
I have neglected my inner voice
urging me to enjoy life
For too long
I have buried my head
in the sand
For today I will
savor every moment of life
take time for myself
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 2:24 PM UTC
Enjoy little things in life
While you can
Before ended by Death's knife
Interrupting plan
I used to hide all day
Escaping problems that pursued
Leaving behind obstacles in my way
I am the one surroundings exclude
There is no shortcut to happiness
On this earth tread upon
We pass on a great big mess
To bury after you're gone
I will claw through tunnels
Until I find rightful place
Help you with your struggles
Cradled in my embrace
Until my wick rekindles yours
Reanimates you
Makes heart pound
Will crawl through soil and explore
Dig you out from the ground
The tomb intended for me instead
Buried you to save my soul
To end madness in my head
Dying
Thoughts swallowing whole
I walk this road of ruptured dreams
Softness fading from fingertips
Savoring warm remnants of bright sunbeams
Light out of my grasp slowly slips
May 17, 2024
May 17, 2024 at 12:06 PM UTC
seated at the backseat with our song on repeat
she reached for a stick inside the back pocket of her faded denim jeans
i heard a familiar flick sound
only to see a lighter on her hand
silence fell upon us
not knowing what to say, i glanced around
trying to find an excuse not to continue to blatantly stare at her
still, she is all i see through my peripheral vision
savoring the smoke,
letting it all fill her lungs
puffing,
inhaling
yes, a stick could **** sooner or later
if no one dares to stop her
but what if she's already dying inside? or what if she's just doing this to fight the demon who made its way inside her soul?
chained her heart,
no plan of letting it go
i may have seen her burned her throat countless times already
yet, it still feels like the first time her thin lips pressed against the filter
how i wish it was my lips, instead...
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 6:16 AM UTC
The sun is already warming
the first arousal of morning
but my lover is traveling the hills
and valleys of her dreams still.
Sweetpea knows the sounds
of my awakening and abounds
onto the bed’s corner place
where I read my first daily stirring of grace.
She knows of all the places she could land
it is here she gets the glide of my left hand
my hand across her soft brown coat she is well-versed
for she knows this time of day she is first.
“Feline First,” Copyright © 2018 by Glenn Currier
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 10:42 AM UTC
i can't make you love me
and it pains me to admit
no matter how many times
i pleasure you
or touch you
it couldn't possibly help
i despise how obvious it is
that i am constantly savoring
your every kiss
memorizing your lips
and how they fit mine
just right
gazing into your eyes
until everything turns hazel
stroking your rough skin
and learning the landmarks
of your exterior surface
please just stay prisoner
in my bed
just wish i could look into
your mind
to know what you truly think
of me
and us
but how can i expect you
to love me
when i can't even
love myself
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC