Inanimate: Make me an inanimate being Golem, Not of clay or stone For these appear to long for life
Tag: rocks
If only
you sit below her window hoping shell look out hoping shell her the pelting rocks you sit there and sit there if only you knew if only youd heard the screams of her mother if only… shes laying on the floor. bleeding… the broken shards of the blood stained glass lay inches away if only… Continue reading If only
erotica: Approaches [2]
You love the sea. You say you could spend days just sitting on the shore. You say the constant beat of the waves quenches thoughts, slakes desires. I don’t know, for me it’s just a pool of water.
pieces
depression rocks a shattered soul that doesnt exist lost, not knowing where to go or who to go to can’t figure out what it feels, so confusing the world without hope flies to disaster disaster, fleet of foot, flies to meet the hell we call reality with lies and fear and hate and betrayal love… Continue reading pieces
Vessel
Cragged vessel hewn with thought. Who’s timbers of want are bound by uncertainties. Motioned by sails of desire. Bourne adrift on tides of need Winds speak words Tears on each waves wake. Would you not fetch upon the rocks To easy your load upon the edges To sail my mind no more To have this… Continue reading Vessel
drowning
looking over the edge the river is high im about to fall off the ledge im sick of all the lies
The Stream: Version 2
The water runs blood red, the body lying in the middle of the stream. I’m walking and I hear the scream. The blood curling scream for the sight of something that was seen. I jog, I run, I haul over rocks and past the trees.
The Stream
The water runs blood red as I look at the decaying corpse lying in the middle of the stream. When all of a sudden further down I hear a scream. A blood curling scream for the sight of something that was seen, up the bank by the stream.
a lovers arms
lying here in a lovers arms i cant imagine anything outside of this there is nothing else just this tiny cocoon, just us
Making Mistakes
It shouldn’t have happened…but it did. I watched Josh as he walked into the theatre, my eyes tracing his outline. He was so handsome…and so taken. I’d wanted him since the day I met him, but he never noticed me. Sure, we were friends — I was his “little sister.”