The wind whistles cold against my ears The pavement cold and unforgiving My board hits the ground I’m off running to work or to school or wherever I want to go I’m free from all the hassles that scatter my thoughts My focus piercing the rim of my hat like a hawk preying on unsuspecting…
I wish you would hold me like you held him Close and tinder Letting your passion run wild Taking me to that level of excitement and pleasure That level you were willing to show him I draw my coat closed pulling close Walking on rain soaked streets Wondering Overthinging Why am I so different? Why…
I want to cry I’m not sure why or what causes it but I do If you have to ask me why then you’ll never understand Understanding I don’t know I’m lost In my feelings Broken Walking like a thin sheet of glass Falling to pieces wishing someone could fix me Hold me Just hold…
The rain falls softly once again outside my windows The streets of Portland start to glow stained with oil and dirt I look in amazement at the mantel above the fireplace The photo of us on the coast holding hands How I wish I could have found you earlier in life How I wish I…
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…
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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…
How would you like to take a day trip with me? This isn’t a contest of any kind. However, as most of you know I do travel in the Pacific Northwest a lot. I’m often asked to go on hikes with people, and I usually gracefully decline… but I’ve been thinking, what if I did…
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…
