Wishing Well

It hurts, sometimes to reminisce on memories of happiness. But this I say, and it be true I’ve always been in love with you. I am not sad, I will not cry, because I know that I did try to make you laugh to keep you warm and be your calm, after a storm. I…

Flame

Okay, I see you. Hips swimming in hot pools of body and breath, eyes closed, all you feel is sound tugging at your waist. He’s pulling your hair you come up for air And I help. Wish it wasn’t so unfair. Greedy, but all I want is to share, you. Caress this radiating energy In…

Porn-star Poet

04.05.18   15:00 She paints with her body on a canvas of climax. scream after moan, a novel is written. She tells of gentle euphoria and wild freedom; songs of belligerence, myths of captivity. Pleasure pallette or hoax? You decide. She is generous, yet filled with desire. Master of guile; a Gemini of duplicity. Magician of…

Ardor

4.1.18 – 22:17 You are now in deep slumber yet I lie in my bed with an ocean of thoughts of few things I want said. If your eyes could paint pictures, they’d make fields yellow and blue, and a green pasture glistening in a most heavenly hue. Darling, nothing I want more, than to…

Invasive

23:11 10/19/17 You are no psychologist, But you know how to play the brain. Roll the dice on the green velvet of undefined gray matter Snake eyes; see no more Gamble away a few calamitous memories In exchange for some exhilaration. Won’t give into interim temptation, Neuron signals higher expectation. You mind reader you… Playing…

The Art of Not Giving a Fuck

10.10.17 I place emphasis on every little thing; looking forward to the meaning it will bring. Another day comes, another day goes. The sun still rises, the wind still blows. sip a frosty glass of wine, to down the crap of given time. So many wasted hours, so many hazy feels. Forgive myself for wrong…

You’re Creative, don’t you forget.

When I write, it all feels right. I can’t complain. But where does it come from, can you explain? Inspiration, is that what you call it? I don’t think of it that way. It’s more of a… How do you phrase it… realizing being lazy won’t do shit type of ambition if you get what…

Liquid Gold Love

4/19/17 Liquid gold love, Poured from her ruby-beet heart. Net worth more than Bill Gates, Money’s whatever, She’d rather make art. Swimming through cement layered streets, She’s a shark in the city. Daily grind on her mind, Chair of the No Fucks Given Committee. Swipe left, swipe left, till there’s no one left. She has…

Cold

Cold. Cold is the night when she holds your tender hands, kissing them with frosted tips. Cold. Cold is her heart, a marmalade of crystal ice. She sheds her cape of snow onto your shoulders, and it melted from your vice. Cold. Cold is the breath which vapors from your face. It benevolently led you…