Pinocchio

Sweet and precious wooden boy You’re nothing but a hollow toy No words or voice Though thoughts explore What makes you you or something more   Sweet and precious wooden boy Who’s nothing but a hollow toy You wish for things But please ignore They’re out of reach and far off shore   Sweet and…

Song of Viridescence

The kiss. A dream So real it seemed Your eyes are greener than the trees You make it possible to breathe And to the stars I’ll run with you Your are the earth I am your moon I only hope you feel it too Remind me why you love me. Who With lips that burn…

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I love she who is like a drop of cleansing rain Glistening and cerulean Sliding against my tainted skin I love she whose eyes are viridescent jewels Wordlessly speaking and perceiving Piercing into my darkest corners I love she whose heart sings compassionately Even when wounded Granting solace and peace and hope I love she…

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…

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…

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…