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Monthly Archives: February 2016

Cold Glass of her Skin

24 Wednesday Feb 2016

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Death, Poetry, Sorrow

Hand pressed
Against the cold glass
Of her skin
Her warmth departed
Along with her soul
As I hold her hand
Curiously I wonder
Can she fell me
Now that she’s departed
This life and gone into the next

Inside my Head

22 Monday Feb 2016

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alone, Poetry

I don’t know if you’re real
Or some figment
Of my twisted imagination
But I can hear your voice
Talking to me in the void
And what ever you do
Please don’t leave me
Alone inside my head
With all these monsters
And all of these demons

Laid Bare

19 Friday Feb 2016

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Life
For some
It is a battle
One
That cannot
Be won
It is a war
Waged within
Fighting
Personal demons
That sometimes
Win

This week, a friend of mine that I have known for nearly 35 years, who is like family to me, lost his son. His heart is laid bare and shattered into a million pieces that will never be able to be picked up.

And all I can do is stand there. Cry with him. Remember with him. Listen to him. And sit quietly with him.

Don’t Think

09 Tuesday Feb 2016

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erotic, Lust, Poetry

Don’t think
For one moment
That you aren’t buried
Far too deep
Within my heart

That a day
(Hour… Minute… Second)
Goes by
That I don’t think
About you

Don’t think
That I don’t whisper
Your name
Before I sleep
And in my dreams

That your name
Doesn’t slip past
My wicked lips
My hungry tongue
Or broken heart

Don’t think
That I don’t ache
To make you mine
Heart, body
And soul

That I don’t crave
To bend your flesh
Make you scream
Thrash and moan
As I fuck you numb

I wish I Knew

06 Saturday Feb 2016

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Lost, Poetry, Sorrow

I wish I knew
Where to find
My words
I wish I knew
Where to find
My heart
I wish I knew
Where to find
Anything of me
Worth finding

Where is Home?

03 Wednesday Feb 2016

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home, Poetry, Sorrow

Sitting in an airplane
Heading the wrong direction
Supposedly home
But it’s never felt that way
They say home is a feeling
Not exactly a place
I’m not sure one been there
Not this life anyway

Tonight

02 Tuesday Feb 2016

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Love, Lust, Poetry

Lips that know her name
And ache to know her taste
Hands that know her curves
And ache to make her tremble

Come here my darling
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow is yet to be
Today… Tonight is ours

Tangle your fingers into mine
Lay your head upon my chest
Listen softly to a broken heart
That only beats for you tonight

A Knock That Never Comes

02 Tuesday Feb 2016

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Hotels are interesting places. Away from the rest of the world, away from your life, and for a brief moment you can pretend everything is as it should be.

Or at least you try to pretend. You look around and realize you are just as alone here as you are anywhere else.

You look at the door, expectantly… Maybe she’ll knock. Of course she has no idea where you are, and even if she did, she wouldn’t knock. Not on your door.

——————

I’m not sure how long I’ll be in this hotel room. Another day, a week, who knows. I just know I’m here alone. And she won’t be knocking.

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