Standing by the fence that overlooks the ocean I feel the breeze wash over me cooling my hot cheeks and keeping me from burning up with desire It had been an intense night of loving one another and I was overwhelmed at the mind blowing frenzy the sea salt in the air the smell of the sand the branches of the tree above me seemed to say expect this it's yours you can have this it's ok my mind reeling my body satisfied...
I watch you from the distance slicing the air with your sword with grace and wielding it with incredible agility my heart pounds at your presence but can you feel me droplets of water from the mist run down my face as I continue my intense surveillance needing your arms around me knowing it isnt possible and time slips into a new dimension where things are better than they are and you look at me my heart stops and my...
I stared at the old church. The white walls and stained glass had stood the test of time. I was not happy to see the loaded parking lot. It only made the job more complicated. Add a "just married." sign on the back of the limo, and you have all the ingredients for disaster. Not that disasters are foreign to weddings, the groom can go missing, or the bride gets cold feet, and the ever-entertaining person who comes to prof...
she took herself away too soon at sixteen could’ve given a single try to what she was but it wasn’t her call a tattoo of a finger around her face i must’ve looked for her five times, maybe more she said she wanted everyone to see her middle finger she didn’t care she cared so little that she didn’t care to stay alive ended always with a trumpet in the skies the hats I wore when I was sixteen the backpacks like rabbit ears...
nothing what am i that just that i feel it real deep under the skin above my scratched fingernails that smell like your smell your baggy clothes oh they hide you and your shapes like a secret of a friend stabbing a friend in the back you don’t wanna say it you’d rather staple your tongue right beneath the bottom edge of your speaking terms listen your knees crack again like the bones of the dead like mine maybe I am dead...
Before you, blues were just blues,And love was just love. Flowers were just flowers,And the sun was just light,And the ice, just crystalsWeighing down the mighty boughs. Bodies were just bodies,Molded from mud of telluric ash,Returning as dust,At the journey’s end. Before you, love was just love. And in the morn, ahead of the moon,The heavens would spread its gold.And the ice would sparkle,And the eyesThat just saw, would...
Hear the melodies of seasons from the pastHum along the verdant pathways in my mindSubtle tempers of the yearsThat may echo with a chantingWith ballades of gentle cooing in my ears WarblingPurring with seduction in my earsLike the insects They are chirpingThey are whirringAs I listenAs I hear Heeding all the soothing callingThey are offeringAn oblationExpiationOf the music To my essenceMy belovéd To my soul And the blessi...
Lightening's strike Unexpectedly, out of a clear sky Lies laying waste Love's delights? No, honesty is our key Your words set us free To rejoice in God's truth Rightous love is our humanity For he looks kindly on our choice to love Trusts us with his gift of love And hopes that we will patiently Persevere in love's labour won
Eyes lock A thrown switch Magnetic flows Drawn to you Stepping out Over cynical cliffs A leap of faith Potentially us We do click That seatbelt sound Falling safely Protecting us Soft splashdown In love's sea Fatalism banished I'm loved by you
The days and seasons cycle rhythmically Patterns determined at time’s first dawn The tapestry of hearts wasn’t then written in stone Its left to us weavers to spin love’s silky threads As you two weaved the first stiches of love The golden summer warmed your spinning fingers Yet I worked on our pattern in winter’s gloomy light That your stiches matched mine heated my heart The seasons have changed as they are wont to...
It's been so lonely, you are thinking, and this happens. These simple words make you hope, it might be. You always recognize your own hope appearing. "Hello darlin'." That's what he said. He's flirting, you consider. It startles you a little. It's been awhile. At least, since it wasn't someone that was overbearing, rude. Yes, you wonder, is this one going to be rude and mean. You don't think you can take that again. The t...
There is no doubt that poetry has a unique ability to move the human spirit; an ability shared only with music and far more so than even the greatest prose, however impassioned. It is, therefore, no surprise that the greatest composers have felt impelled to set poetry to music; and whilst the lyrics of much popular music are repetitive and banal, the works that will survive are those where the words tell a story or expres...
“Hey Andrew,” Jeremy began. “You know, when you said you had exams to study for, I thought you meant you were going to study for them after our little outing.” Andrew rolled his eyes. Sarvanez knew that they were friends, or at least, they knew each other already. It was she and Esperanza who were new to the group. “One of the people here,” said Andrew, as he opened the door to the apartment building, “could give us...
Sarvanez shifted in her chair. The corset pinched into her waist and it was every bit as uncomfortable as it looked. How do the women here wear these every single day? She thought to herself, feeling irritated. Still, in being a good visitor, she had agreed to wear one, along with a dress of hundreds-or what felt like hundreds- of layers of petticoats underneath beautiful yellow taffeta. She was still surprised she had be...
Songul’s head spun under the glare of the different colored lights. She had only been to a county fair one other time in her life, and that was when she was a kid. Still, after being laid off from a job she had worked at for a while, it was refreshing to feel like a kid again. She zipped up her sweater and started walking down the pathway, the locks of her purple hair contrasting against her brown skin. She watched the pu...
