as the world moves onwithout me.
GoldlustIt's more than a wantit's a need.The way you cravethe lust on your chestheavy with aphrodisiaand amber dew.Seems a small price to payfor this temptationeach coupling stainingthe thread barefabric of youralready withering soul.It's easy to seeyou couldn't care lesshow he deals with the knowledgethat you'd do anything at allto posses the sun.
LillithShe'll tempt you with wordssweet and crisplike the wine that teasedand drugged yousleepy.She'll try to convince youit's only moonlight in her veinsand that curious sensationhas nothing to do with yourinnocence.And all the while you're wrappedin a world she created,never noticing how shehides your soulbehind the glint in her eyesas you gaze captivatedinto the face of sin.
Writer's BlockForgive meif I donttickle your fancywith a lyricor two.I seem to havemisplaced myenvelopes of anecdotes& the bedtime storyjust isnt feelingup to par.You seemy memoriesrely on thatfaulty camera in my mind& the lens is fogged withchampagne dreamsmaking it quite the struggleto impart my witticisms.Not to mention thatI simply dont care.
DistantDid you regret iteach and every timeyou opened you mouthand laid on thickthe fire-cozy reassurancesof your affection? You never once looked me in the eye when you said it.I should have knowneach time youprofessed yourlovethan you were onlystrengtheningthefoundationfor that brick wallyou were so insistenton having around you.Its all so clear nowhow my optimismstrained to seeover the stones while mynaiveteprovided the mortar between them.Of courseHindsight is alwaystwenty-twenty.
ObservationI like tolay in theafterglowof your love& watch thewayyoumove&& I wonder if you'reawareof how I'm counting.each. .little. .thing.that you do& the waythey make me smilelikeChristmas morning.
WantShe lovedthe way his handsmoved likesunsetshadows over her skinand the sweet musicof his breath drewachingpatterns on thecanvas of herdesirebringing taut satin nervesinto therude awakening ofpassion.
BikiniIts a perfectly clear day and yet |thickchokingfogclosesmythroat|that suffocating anxiety which plagues us allat one time or anotherstillI take the riskSoft cotton glides over my skin tingling caressingeach nerve ending.The cloth slides away and my ears pick up asudden intake of breath.From behind my shades my eyes flickerGaging reactionsDisecting the quirk in their lipsThe gleam in their eyes and I feelexposed.And as the sun beats down upon my skinI realise. I am beautiful.
TemptingWhen Im driving at nightand the music stops just long enoughfor me to hear theheartbeat|in between breath and coherent thought|a curious thoughtslides through my lipsto be savored with caution.If I just keep driving,where will I see the dawn?
DenialShe'll swear UP down and diagonalthe love that used to close her throatandblind her to all others isg o n e .It eloped with herstarry-eyed innocencewhen the tide washed awayall the promises he wrotein thes a n dAcceptance is not an optioneven though hischarming deceitstill |chokes| her reasonand thatpuppetmasters grinslides like v e l v e t over her skin. (Because you and I both know involuntary reactions rarely go a
A Little MoreSmile a little wider.Love a little deeper.Just because it costs lessDoesn't mean it's cheaper.Hug a little harder.Sing a little louder.Hold on to some confidenceAnd feel a little prouder.Snuggle a little closer.Kiss a little longer.Know that people careAnd others can make you stronger.Laugh a little louder.Be just a little happier.Every mark you make in lifeCan will last forever after.
PastRevoke your “was”–Consign me not to “had” and “did”But rather “does.”I contain the infinite–”Contain,” not “contained”–And speak, soak, suffer, sitIn tongues newly-born that strainAfter mine and sense that my“Lives,” “breathes,” “dies,” “loves”Expand into multitudes greater than“Was.”
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
The DonorThe Doner 7/27/15I've had a good life.I have no regrets.It's time for me to die.What will be my legacy?These are things I wonder.How will I be remembered?Who will mourn me?Have I done enough?Did I appreciate the air I breathe?So I made a decision.A choice of the heart.When I die I will donateparts of me.Parts I hold dear.If in the future I can be helpfulto someone who is without - that willbe my purpose.My corneas, which helped me view beautyand ugliness in this world.I will give to someone who can't see.Maybe they have been blind all theirlife or maybe it's new and it kills them.If I can give them a glimpse of whatI saw then I will die with a grin on my face.My lungs ( although I had asthma and sufferedoccasionally when I was young ) couldbreathe new life into a child ora person with emphysema.Maybe they will be thankful for a second chance.And finally my heart. Which now beats fasterknowing my fate. I don't wish to die.But the cancer is coursing throug
Is It Love?If I hugged you,would you never let go?If I kissed you,would you cherish that moment?If I reached for your hand,would you take mine gently?If I needed a shoulder,would you let me cry on yours?If I needed to talk,would you really listen?If I needed to scream,would you do it with me?If I needed to go,would you come with me?If I fell for you,would you catch me?or just let me hit the pavement?
How to Live in 2015Be born. That’s the easy part.Beg for new toys or take someone else’s.It doesn’t matter. Being selfish as a child is normal.Being selfish as an adult is normal. Get dirty. Stop taking everythingso seriously. You’re going to die.Don’t worry, everybody does it.Don’t fall in love, love is not a holeto fall into. Run into love, headfirst.Bite your tongue untilyou can taste the word no.Give away your secrets under a pseudonymfor someone else to sell.Chop off your arms and legs to pay for college,realize tuition rates doubled.Get a degree. Find a job. Hate your job.Find a vice. Keep it closer than your breath.Find God in an alleyway.Lose God like a set of keys. Die and be reborn as a memory.Die and be reborn as an afterthought.Die and be forgotten.Repeat.
VulnerableWhenthe night sky shedsit's cover to air outstars by thet h o u s a n d sI can't help butfearthat I amlostin spacedisoriented &&out-of-controlas the world moves onwithout me.