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Heart of a poet, mind of a pervert. God grant me the serenity to change things I cannot accept, the courage to kill things I cannot change, and the wisdom find where the sneaky fucks hide.
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| Wednesday, January 22, 2014, 6:04:37 AM- climax | ||||||
An Alliterate attempt to launch lush lacivious fantasy filled flight. No dreamy dawdling daliance, but a tantalizingly torrid temptation. A desire deliciously dipping in to a warm wet wanton world. A tasty treat tucked away, waiting, wanting, aching, anticipating, sweet, succulent, explosive, euphoric, release. | ||||||
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| Tuesday, January 21, 2014, 7:03:49 AM- curse of the 2 guard | ||||||
Sometimes I missing having longer hair. There is something about having my hair caught in two hands with another's eyes locked on mine and "fuck me" escaping from lips in an almost primal growl, that I do miss on occassion.. | ||||||
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| Tuesday, January 21, 2014, 6:03:58 AM- another feverish day | ||||||
In a 8hr span I have written a silly sappy love poem, a short tale of a twisted past, and a spritual piece(mom liked it). I have got to find a new outlet. Writting with a fever is sometimes too honest, and always weird... | ||||||
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| Tuesday, January 21, 2014, 5:48:59 AM- lines | ||||||
Life laid out in straight lines over the back of a riddle. A man passes how man lines, before he no longer breathes and light fades? Chase as many ends to dreams as he will. The light fades but he breathes still. No matter the number of lines erased, no matter how much darkness surrounds, this one will breafhe. Eyes wide open xxxxxx fo see. The same vision played again and again. The lines can be erased, but this lonely empty darkness is why his life cannot end. He erases lines in the hope he dies, but only gathers the darkness, so the light can shine on another's eyes. | ||||||
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| Monday, January 20, 2014, 10:05:42 PM- Understand | ||||||
If I you could see my eyes, as gentle as a cherry blossom falls Gazing upon your face, your eyes, your lips, your all I could see beyond today, past the spring, and fall. But these eyes could not speak, of how deeply I adore. If I could touch, my hands meant for this, nothing more. Could touch in a moment, and bring witness to evermore. My heart lies here in this outstretched hand Listen to its whispers, the confessions of a simple man. Hear its words carried over loving touch and understand. | ||||||
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| Saturday, January 18, 2014, 5:46:26 AM- one kiss | ||||||
Like a touch that moves, soft, gentle, and as soothing as a warm coco when the air is cool and the world is right. This delicate, simple, subtle caress, one kiss for you this night. | ||||||
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| Thursday, January 16, 2014, 6:09:38 AM- to tired but I do wonder | ||||||
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| Tuesday, January 14, 2014, 7:24:33 AM- I miss | ||||||
In truth, I miss the days, with soft face in hand In three words, soft spoken, you could understand In love a, too long muted, heart speaks once more Truth escaping lips, a feeling I adore Words lifting veils, until none left to conceal For a moment not wishes or dreams, but real. In three words, a hearts guard falls, and you will see In that heart's breath, no walls remain, only me In three words heard, soul stirring, warm, pure, devine I miss, saying I love you, when love was mine | ||||||
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| Thursday, January 9, 2014, 4:49:38 AM- Goodnight | ||||||
If but a simple kiss Soft Light Please just this kiss Goodnight | ||||||
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| Wednesday, January 8, 2014, 5:45:09 AM- to not be | ||||||
To not be what I was born to be. No one to fill my space, and yet there is not me. How can ever fiber be undone. Chasing a purpose not yet begun. These hands, these words, these eyes are true. In any world, any time, any light they belong to you. Take them if you please. This is what I was meant to be. | ||||||
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