Our feet were dirty with sand
as we danced
hand in hand; we laughed
like two kittens
bitten by euphoria,
an original story
of crush-smitten children.
Poetry: The Tragedy of First Love
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Posted by in Poetry Poetry: touch me; Please don’t
Posted by in Poetry What is it to yearn?
I’ve learned that a touch, a caress
Can be the most painful of sensations.
Poetry: Oasis
Posted by in Poetry Unfamiliar are the whispers that drone the air.
My hair gently brushes cheek to tickle lashes,
My fickle happiness no longer a slashing wind-
Tunnel funneling smiles into putrid bile.
No, I just might stay here a while….
Poetry: Forgive me, Forever
Posted by in Poetry I may be defective, but I will try and try again, forever.
Ripples
Posted by in Poetry Ripples A single Seed Of water plucks Harp strings; Liquid flutters Like blooming kisses Of bubble music. Feet feel Slippery rocks Beneath; Smoothed by souls Before me, But not so many To grate them to sand. Pressure Like the lumps In my throat; Every stone a Gag in my step Until I reach Sand submerged…Read more »
Poetry: please make them stop
Posted by in Personl Blog please make them stop They follow As I swallow gulps of hazy regrets Set in the unsettling of my stomach When my back gets wet and mouth dry In a heaving crying sigh of longing For relief. I want to keep the fantasy Alive, striving to sleep at night, Unmoved by the black spirits That…Read more »
