On a walk home,the rain hitsmy skin,cooling my boilingnerves as you flexyour hold on my heart.I was weak, too weakto leave,but I’m heading home.I’m taking up my… Read more “Reflections Of Forgiveness”
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Teenage Indecision
It’s either this or that with you.It’s either we stay or go to hell with you.Nothing’s ever black and white with you.I’m scared, scared you’ll go, would… Read more “Teenage Indecision”
The Revenge Cheater
Months rearranged daysthat shed light on the liesthat you leadthrough the life you frontover whispers of rumors,saying I was the last to know,which doesn’t make it so.I… Read more “The Revenge Cheater”
Night Terrors Of Love
I heard it in your slumberconnected with a timid grin.Your eyes fluttered in a night terror;your lips licked my name offwith the residue of a kiss.I guzzled… Read more “Night Terrors Of Love”
Risky Tryst
I’m the onlyone scatteredover our clotheswhen the morningcomes, shatteredover what wejust did.Sultry moans controlour breathing.The candle flamesflicker betweensalty passionate kisses.I’ve gotbut one mistaketo embracewhen the eveningsweeps warmthof… Read more “Risky Tryst”
Love In Focus
The exposure throughthe distortedlens I spilledover dark, chilledwater surfaces likea bloated body.The fog ofmy youth cloudsmy weary perception,permeating every partof the personI claim to be,dancing on thegrave… Read more “Love In Focus”
Naive Newlyweds
Vows on restlesslips cause calmshe’s the onlyone I’ve gotto lose controlwithin sheetsmade of satinsent by hermother last Christmas.If Mommy onlyknew it washer and me,sexing with candleson a… Read more “Naive Newlyweds”
Proud In Death
It’s been twoyears since deathrobbed me ofwho you were.What happenedto our long,heated religious exchanges?I still hearthem in theback of mymind asking methe question thatI can’t answerit boils… Read more “Proud In Death”
Sober Dad
(Published at The Writers Club) A man lifts his headas puddled droolspreads on the floor.Piss wets his jeans.A cigarette burn stainsthe edge of the sofa.The woman he… Read more “Sober Dad”
Craving Attention
To get attention;your focused attention,I’d sell myselfon sale forthe price ofoverpriced rainwaterfrom a river;purified streams foryour sweet soul.I’d taste smokeon every partof me, hatingme only sometimes.Burn me… Read more “Craving Attention”
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