Stuck in traffic and no one to flirt with except truckers. Not happening. My phone rings and I don’t recognize the number. I answer. It could be the school, my doctor, or a random hot stranger. It could be. It wasn’t. It’s the ex-girlfriend. She flirts. We talk. She wants to grab lunch. I tell…
She walks with flowers in her hair A pink ribbon holds her dress in place She has no belt She’s never needed one She walks alone Side by side with her self Sometimes it’s harder to face yourself than it is to face your. self. Life is a highway The body is the car When…
There are times Where all I want All I need are You Drifting from consciousness Wandering of thought I imagine where you are and what we could be There are moments Fleeting at best Trying to remember Who and Why Where are you? Why can’t I find you? Even in my dreams your light escapes…
Somewhere half way between a dream and a memory I waited for her Grasping at thoughts of redemption She begs me not to remember but it’s something I’m unable to forget Maybe I’m just unwilling Forgiveness is a journey I don’t travel well Placing my thoughts into my hands Believing the dream to be a…
Under stars like the blanket that cover you I kiss your lips Heaven bows to the majestic view of your form As I marvel in your greatness Bowing only to your whims Bending to your desire I follow the road signs to your inner thighs Slowly and gracefully You succumb to my will You overflow…
“Stay…” She said softly As I turned to walk away “Please, won’t you?” Her voice carried on as if it was the only sound I’d ever heard So clear So demanding Yet soft and subtle I stopped at the door My jacket in hand It’s already 3 AM It’s already too late My head was…
A ghost of you walks through my heart In my deepest thoughts like a hallway you roam I thought I let you behind I thought you were the remnant of a dream Lost while I was waking I feel myself walking away I feel your eyes following I feel your heart beat from across the…
It’s my feeling that we are all recovering souls in one way or another. It’s fair to say that we all have some sort of addiction, and many of us feel broken in one way or another. I know I have felt that way a good portion of my life. Anymore I’ve finally figured out…
A silver men’s watch rested on her wrist Like her soul it was broken long ago It was worn as a reminder of her past She has no need for time She’s never in a hurry The world stands still and marvels at her as she dances by herself With her selves Many forgotten memories…
She stood alone Naked Bare Body Mind and Soul In front of the Universe She stood Broken Alone and Afraid She walks countless beaches looking for lost treasure She waits for something real Something true She gathers the lost children of the Ent Putting them back together in sorted menageries that resemble her scattered thoughts…
