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She’s a dream, I find, as the only time we make love is when I close my eyes.
And she is there forming herself to my body.
I am bending to her will as she curves her form about my spine.
Have you ever experienced true love?
A love so unshakable, so unbreakable, and so inconceivable that despite each person’s best efforts to destroy it, deny it, and expire it not only does it live...
So I cannot begin to explain this. I plan to. There’s an entry dedicated to Katrina. It’s been percolating in my head for months now. Since I first started writing here. She has been a fixture in...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from late nights by candle lights..
My words, they falter
The moon looms larger
And it is my hopes
Oh, darling, my hopes
They stand taller
She is the love of my life.
She was my storybook moment.
Fairy tales sometimes exist.
And this girl, well, she was my very wish upon a shooting star.
It came true.
Even if for only a time, but wh...
I have been in love four times in my life.
I have only given my body fully to four girls in my life.
That’s another term for sex, haha.
Four girls in almost 37 years.
Not too bad, and n...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from the moments and the fingers of the least expected..
“I Believe In The Stars”
I believe in the stars
They are opulent
In their staggering beauty
I don’t know where to begin.
There is no singular point that is in any grand way defining my existence right now. Except confusion. I am without direction. A rudderless vessel without proper ins...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from letting your bleeding heart stain the words on the pages..
“Salt & Bleach”
Fuck your heart
Fuck your mind
Fuck your love
Fuck your quiet
I don’t want ...
How do I tell you I love you when you’re already gone?
How do I show you all that life has given to me, taken from me, and just how far I’ve come?
How do I tell you that you were the very bes...
The following is an entry detailing a period in my life in which I was a bit too much the hopeless romantic. Stunning, I know, right? Anyway, it is copied and pasted from when I originally wrote...
Swollen hearts and sideways glances, hair full of daisies so white she fancies, on moonbeam highways in her honeycomb sandals, she speaks from her soul holding strawberry candles, alit in the ver...
I miss my cats so fucking much right now.
I miss them.
Leo would curl around me, and he always would sit on my chest. His little front paws tucked in, and he’d stare at me with this look that tol...
The soft, plush pillow offers up no comfort tonight as I lay my head upon it with my eyes shut tight. I hear the soft whir of the ceiling fan above me pulsing almost in unison with my own rhythmi...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from the very depths of the soul..
we are forever changing skylines
where our once shimmering sunlight
bends so violently beneath the darkness
And sometimes the inspiration comes from believing in the promise of the night, and her lovely sky that holds the cards..
“Candles To The Stars”
I am holding candles to the stars
And wishing upon...
There are no words tonight. I have tried. I am a dried out husk. Barely alive. Reliving the past. Always living and reliving life inside these walls that constitute my mind.
So old poetry it is....
Alright, so the first run I actually was 90% completed the poem and my monitor literally shut down on me. I’m not going to bother to edit the video, so I ended up ending that one and just doing a...
For those scoring along at home here’s the poem in question.. :)
I did this one straight through one take. Cherish You I spent a long time recording the audio for then eventually youtube demande...
Hopefully this actually works.. never done a video of a poem of mine, but first time for everything! :)
Here’s the poem for those wanting to follow along. heh.
And sometimes the inspiration come...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from old lines in the written poems of my heart..
I lay here wanting
Puzzling about inside my head
How it is I managed you
There is magic within your slender fingers. The tips reach out so slowly, almost holy, and I start to shiver. What exists within me that could lure you from your lair? Would it be my tender, will...
And sometimes the painting writes itself while the story, well, it is plush and powerful, but the colors lack the subtle stroke of a skilled painter, as they swash on heavy and so clumsy, ah, so ...
So she asked me almost immediately when she found out that I was a writer. I don’t know if she was trying to hide her enthusiasm or not. Either way she did a terrible job. She asked me, “What is ...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from the shadows in the heart and the cherry blossoms upon the bed..
“Something More Than Words”
There’s a shadow in my doorway
An echo within my heart