Writing in the dark

I write with my eyes closed the light barely visible dark shadows over the words I cannot understand what the shape of my hand is doing all over your toxic words and pages of angst I search for the… Source: Writing in the dark

Note in a poetry book

I want to conquer you, I want to have one over you, but then you glance at me with desire in your hands and I forget all about our sword fight. I want to know more than you, I want to feel you near… Source: Note in a poetry book

Ode to Venice

Your brick walls encompass me your water protects me your bridges connect me barred wrought iron windows keep me trapped inside your walls. Grey is the color of your skin erosion all over your conc… Source: Ode to Venice

Stop

Quiet my voice with your arrows, longing thoughts. Limit my vocabulary to your desire. I will see no horizon, sooner or later, I vow that I will not look at you. You must stop the charade. Cease. L… Source: Stop

empty space

Woke up to your sounds some kind of growl similar to Ginsberg’s Howl when magic gloves were something wacky yet poetry still did not mean a thing as the Beat Generation continued their song e… Source: empty space

Hibernation

Your scars were open to my caress as we travelled the world with choirs trailing us. I swear I could hear every song you ever played for me. We were never inactive, our depression enveloping us as … Source: Hibernation

Proximity

It’s going to get dark today before nightfall. I will apologize now for you will hate me later. Know that I love you, but that darkness is stepping on the light again. Darkness claims that in… Source: Proximity

Epic Poem

I will write an epic poem one day. I say. One fine day. When the ache in the chest overtakes the sunshine and only a touch from a lover can heal. You have a way of sliding under the radar slitherin… Source: Epic Poem

Used to this

Must I tell you more? Or less? Or shake the day off with my bare shoulder. Stuck between dreams reading about your eyes as I walk into my life and walk right back out. Throw adjectives like knives … Source: Used to this

A poem brewing

Find me resting contemplating how your light can easily change my dark mood and just like that the drive you’re on becomes mine with a snap of your fingers your sunlight sees mine. Are you bl… Source: A poem brewing

Back Table

Back table bottle of something hot between us burning our lungs setting our nerves on edge Come closer, I don’t bite, you said. But oh, how you lie and how you do on all the places I want you… Source: Back Table

Birds in Jersey

Popularity is momentary fleeting like one night stand bloggers who think love is alive in dead poets. it takes more than likes to make a poem, it takes more than time to get to know the essence of another it feels like you misinterpret my meanings I appreciate the poem more than the person, this…