To Wash AwayPictures and emotions cannot form the words that described my love for you. Subtle forms and delicate shapes of memory that have faded over the years are now poisoned by the ink from my pen, the spit from my words, the bile from my thoughts, and the salt from my tears.To Wash Away
As the wind blows anticipating change, the horizon shines promising a brighter tomorrow; and I have come to realize, and to accept, that the horizon doesn't shine for me.
Twenty-FiveTwenty-FiveTwenty-Five
Two days to a quarter, those words read aloud; not by the author, but by her lover midst in a crowd.
A day later promised a call on the phone. One for half past twenty found him lost but not alone.
Like the flame of a candle in the pouring rain, so would their fire continue; but strained.
Before our last candles wane, Before t h i n g s fall away;
Make haste to salvage the lost before the day ends, And before our romance fades.
I hold one last gift for yo
FatigueWords are exchanged, time and time again. Love never seems more than feigned; Life is torture in a beautiful way... We deserve so much more than we've portrayed. A thirst within me that won't be quenched, A godly feeling I can't pretend, Gone again, with the day's end When a sweet good night is all that's said... You render me untouchable (in more ways than one), Fearless, hopeless, and even scorned. And when you say I deserve so much more... You cut me again, to steal my heart's warmth. Five words couldn't hurt any more. Poison-tipped, they freeze my very soul. &nbFatigue
The Last DecemberA grey sky mourns the white of snow, Silence soaks the sound of woe. A broken heart mends a fading soul, Quietly alone, solemnly flow.The Last December
Portrait the few summers in snow, With the moving ocean froze in cold, Drown the stars and watch them glow In the burning water flow in bold.
Hide and seek those angels’ eyes, And house the thoughts I had in mind, Where find the devil in disguise, Shadows and love have left behind.
Year ends this past of mine, Such time our lives have subtly climbed, A season lasts in ice defines The endless bli
AcheEyelids half-closed in slumber, I sigh a barely audible murmur as careless strands of her strawberry hair tickle my shoulder blade. You would think that I’d be accustomed to this daily routine, but I always jump in surprise when she pecks at the nape of my neck with her kisses. Feeling the inside of her thigh curl around my waist, I turn around to embrace her, and thread my arms through hers.Ache
I greet her with a lazy grin as my eyelids flicker in adjustment to the morning light. Hey sleepyhead, she smiles. Searching her curious stare brings a new revelation with each passing view. The blind-filtered sunrays that bring warmth
Effective immediately
Christmas Spirited
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