I’ve met my thresholdSomeone has draw a line in the sand Footprints in the sand? Nah bitch, I’ve got claw marks on my back to tell where I’ve been Your in approving glare only fuels my fire Fading into nothing I rise from the ashes new slowly rising above the film of pond scum that…
Under a blood red moon my heart falls into submission under your gaze Your hand leading mine along your curves Your bare flesh cold to the touch Warmed by my wandering hands My lips parting yours as my tongue unleashes hidden treasures Under a blood red moon on a blanket we discover a new universe…
I walk under a pale moon Alone Waiting at night for you Holding your hand with my soul Connected in a way that people don’t see and a way that most people will never feel Patience You’re sleeping with dreams of Sunday morning floating above your smile These freezing winds portend darker days arriving My…
Some of what I post is stuff I’ve written over the past 20 years. It has nothing to do with my current relationship, but is rather a look back at who I was in preparation for my up coming book. I actually couldn’t be happier with anyone else. Carrie has a different level of love…
Where did the fucking passion go? You’re obsessed with everything and I’m sinking to the bottom of the bottle I want to tell you We both know better We know I can’t Even though I know that you know You dance for everyone Except me What does that really make me? Dreams like this die…
I can hear you Even if it’s across a universe of memories I can hear you What we are What we were What are we now? Before us I was a different person Dancing with the demons and succubus Laughing at all the things I was told would harm me Now… Now I wait Usually…
I can hear the cry of the train carrying across the valley Alone again Wishing by daybreak to be by your side I can’t sleep Waiting again Holding on to my blanket the dark covering me like a black bird Dreaming again Letting go of hope while drowning in the rain Singing again Maybe it’s…
Waking up in pieces every morning I reach out for a memory Often wishing things could go back Back to the way they were Waking up alone is better than waking up feeling alone Late afternoon rolls around quickly Wasted and wishing I stay in bed Wishing I could move Wishing I could find some…
I can’t breathe I’m stuck in between my heart and my soul I can no longer live like a candle in the wind Waiting out the storms where I spent my youth Anchoring in any harbor appearing to be safe Holding close to dreams that were never meant to become Reality Setting in like a…
Quiet reflections of a soul long lost and forgotten She stared at me like a memory Cold and frozen in thought A grimace rested on her face where once a beautiful smile gleefully rested Finally she spoke Soft and deliberate Aiming at my own reflective thoughts Pointing out all the parts of my life that made…
