Lips

What I wouldn’t give To be the glass pressed against her lips As she takes Another sip Of that wine

Staring at the Sun

Before my eyes did see the sight Of this girl, I’d been blind; Content to see Or think I’d see The world and all around.   Before my eyes could catch the sight Of her in all her bliss, I likened sight Of things that might Compare to nothingness.   Before my gaze perceived the sight Of…

The Lips or the Eyes

Within my mind Doth the quandary arise; Which mesmerizes most, The lips or the eyes?   Viridescent diamonds. Coruscate stare. Arresting and piercing In pulchritude. Rare.   The lips tho’ too Are beauty besides. As lovely to see As much as the eyes.   Softer than sunset Painting the sky. The taste of eternity Upon…

Ode to a Viridescent Dream

My days don’t start til I see those gems behind her lids My breath can’t catch without her givin’ me a kiss And every day I go without her touch my heart  starts to split Ipanema’s got nothin’ on my chick The white sand that glitters with crushed glass can’t compare To the crème of her…

Voices

To you, they are quiet Tho’ to me, never silent. Composed I may seem but, Quite impatiently, Clambering demons Seek a chance or a reason To scuttle from my ears And breathe life into my fears.

“False Greatness”

“‘Tis true my form is something odd, But blaming me is blaming god; Could I create myself anew I would not fail in pleasing you.”   “If I could reach from pole to pole Or grasp the ocean with a span I would be measured by the soul; The mind’s the standard of the man.”…

Open Your Eyes or Look Away

I wish that you could see this love as more than something to spurn, mock, and abhor. I wish you could understand the way my heart aches and calls out for the one I adore. I wish you would not judge the ache and burn in my heart behind eyes that have not felt the…

Black

Zaneta weaved her way through the labyrinthine maze of topiary, the statuesque shapes just as frighteningly imposing as they’d been when she was a child. Back then she’d been too afraid of the lifeless creatures to venture out at night but now that she was older, she could almost appreciate the delicately trimmed foliage so…

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You loving me Was the start of me loving me…

Tomi Lahren Trashed

Tomi tossed back her bleached blonde mop of hair, the locks of white falling over her shoulder–damaged and breaking strands scraped over her skin like sandpaper. It made an annoying sound like crinkling foil but he shrugged off the irritation, chocking it up to yet another unwelcome noise that issued forth from the loud-mouthed stooge. As a…

Heartache

My heart doesn’t flutter when I think of you It hurts. Gets tight in my chest like it’ll burst. There’s so much love for you– Much more than my heart can handle. It’s not big enough for what I feel for you.

Do You Think of Me?

When it’s morning and you’ve only just opened your eyes or maybe Over coffee or tea because you’re too rushed for breakfast, do you think of me? When it’s the afternoon and you’re preoccupied with working, Even if you’re busy or tired, do you think of me? After a long day when you want to crawl…