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Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Queries


Queries


Who am I to you?
What do you see?
Think?
Feel when you look at me?
When you say my name, does it make love to your tongue; like the perfect bite of your favorite dish seducing your taste buds,
like it does, when I say yours?
When you're ready to fall in love, in your next life; would your soul seek mine?
As I know mine would seek for yours?
Or will you continue to bypass me, as you do now?



Sunday, December 20, 2015

Touch


Touch


Touch me, beloved.
Set my soul ablaze as you've done to my flesh.
Make the line between want and need blurry, like a mirage in the Sahara.
Open my center. Let it flow freely, like the Falls of Victoria. 
Drink of me as I quench my thirst of you.

Monday, December 14, 2015

Beautiful Creature



Beautiful Creature


Oh, how I wish you could see what I see!
The beauty in you that you've failed to realize is there.
The clumsy way you think you walk.
Looks like a ballet to my eyes.
Your crooked smile.
More priceless than the 'Mona Lisa's'.
The way I'd much rather hear and lovingly memorize the tones of your unique voice.
Than hear that same voice lose it's luster, from regurgitating another's thoughts and beliefs; as if you were a mokingjay needing to say anything.
You've forgotten the gorgeousness that is you. 
Trying so extremely hard to arrive at perfection.
Never accepting that you are perfectly flawed.
Beautiful creature, you are to me.
Beautiful creature, as you are. 

Saturday, December 5, 2015

My Beloved


My Beloved 

Steam from the shower fills the room, fogging the wall, width mirror on the wall. Hot water cascading, falling on my hair, gently massaging my scalp. Trickling over chocolate curves. Warming my skin causing gooesbumps to form. Reminiscent of a lover's, lusting fingertips trailing over cool flesh. Time slows just short of still. One hand over my heart, the other over my fifth chakra. I smile as my lips whisper your name.
My beloved. 

Friday, November 27, 2015

He Saw Her


He Saw Her 

He loved her fiercely and with every fiber of his being.
Even when she was like a life taking tsunami. With death blowing winds and crushing rain.
He loved her as if she was simply a gentle, pleasant, spring shower.
He felt for her what others had promised, but failed to keep.
He saw the core of who she was and knew there was nothing more beautiful. 

Thursday, November 26, 2015

On Stars and Eyelashes


On Stars and Eyelashes 


Gazing at the night sky, watching the stars come out to play. Catching glimpses of them twinkling. Soft white lights dancing, delicately against a stark backdrop. 
A single star shooting across, triggering the instinct to wish and pray upon it. As always my thoughts immediately turn to you. Wishing upon every shooting star I see. Upon every fallen eyelash. In lieu of wishing for my happiness, my heart prays for yours.  

Friday, November 20, 2015

Lost and Found


Lost and Found 


I love how you make me crave you so.
More than desire your strong hands caressing my frame.
Holding me close as if I'm your most cherished possession.
Needing your lips kissing and teasing my own. Intoxicated on breathing in the air you exhale. Ingesting the sweetness of your essence.
Making me ravenous for more. 
Pawing at you with the strength of a lioness, yet purring like a kitten.
It's magical how you make a moment in time stand still, as the rest of the world spins by in a blink of an eye.
I am lost and found in you.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

She



She 


There was no mistaking.
She was pure, honest and beauty
 emanated from her soul.
Her hips naturally swayed hypnotically, with
 beats of drums deep from the Motherland as she walked.
Her skin glowed from the Sun's embrace.
Hair defying gravity, possessing the scent of
fresh coconuts and mangos, ripe from the trees.
Lips full and luscious. 
Fit to sweeten your rooibos tea.
Bold and strong, yet soft and genteel.
Just when you think you know
 her, she surprises you.
She's a warrior in her rite, but
knows she's a lady first.

Monday, November 9, 2015

Sista


Sista

Sista! Oh, sista!
I know your pain.
For we are one.
One in the same.

Sista! Oh, sista!
I know why you cry.
For the tears you shed
are not different from mine.

Sista! Oh, sista!
Embrace me close my dear.
Revel in our joys
and banish of fears.

Sista! Oh, sista!
Your beauty I see.
For we are us and
us are we.

Black Woman


Black Woman 

They tried to knock her down.
But she refused fall.

They tried to bury her.
But like a lotus, she flourished through the dirt and muck.

They tried to burn her.
But like a Phoenix, she rose from the ashes.

They tried to steal her essences.
But didn't realize she was a goddess.

Woman.
Black woman.
Precious gem of the universe.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

My Truth


My Truth


He is my chaos.
Yet he's my serenity.
He's my reason to smile.
Yet, my true reason to cry.
He is my dream come true.
Yet, my worst dreams feature his face. 
He lives in the core of my heart.
Yet, he could shatter me into pieces.
My heart loves him beyond reason.
Yet my brain hates me for it.
I weep for his pain
and my soul dies for mine. 
This is my truth.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Love... repeated


Love... repeated 


Images of you play in my dreams.
While thoughts of you stay at the forefront 
of my mind, in my wake.

Your scent, so electrifying, 
yet so soothing.
Your touch feels like home. 
Inviting.
Your heart, matches the 
beat of my own.

I feel in the depths of my soul.
Deep and to the center of my core.
I knew you and loved you before.
In a time and place long 
ago and since forgotten.

Here we are again.
My heart in your possession.
I love you, cause I was 
meant too. 

Monday, October 19, 2015

Me


Me 


I scream!
Yet like an empty forest, I'm not heard.
I embrace the art of silence,
to avoid being misquoted. 
Yet my true nature is being misunderstood. 
Suffocated.
Taken for granted.
Rapidly and  
oh so, exponentially extinct.

Unanswered Questions


Unanswered Questions 


Tell me!
I beg of you. For I need to know.
The truth that I am either much
too blind to see or much too 
prideful to accept.

Why, oh why am I not worthy of
the effort you put forth to those before me?
Yet, it is I who is still present to love you.
What is it I lack?
Do my cons far outweigh my pros?
Is my waist too big?
My tone too dark?

Tell me!
I beg of you. For I need to know.
Why is it so easy for you to 
envision forever with anyone, but me?
I have to entertain the possibility 
that the problem, lies with me.
For I am the common denominator 
of my failed attempts of love.

Sunday, October 11, 2015

The Ripper


The Ripper 

"I'm in love with you."
The start of my death.
Those five words uttered from my lips
set forth a demonic like reaction.
He stood before me, eyes darkened
to the blackest of black.
Like mini orbs of the River Styx.
The hands that once caressed my flesh
so lovingly, now maliciously
tore through my chest to rip my heart out.
With a grotesque smile and haunting laugh,
he cherished the scene of my torture.
My heart in his hand.
Then dropped it to the floor, just outta my reach.
Paralyzed by the sudden agony.
Air violently sucked from my lungs the flavor of warm, metallic blood trickling from my lips.
My body drops to the floor.
His action, so cold, so nefarious,
so automatic. 
Practically Pavlovian to the words
I dared to express.
One question managed to escape my blood covered lips.
"Why?"
Ears ringing with the most diabolical answer.
"Cause I could."

Friday, October 9, 2015

In the Mind of Madness



In the Mind of Madness


I find complete silence terrifying, cause the 
voices in my head never stop screaming.
I call out for sleep, but rest never follows.
Kaleidoscopic dreams play out in my mind.
Chasing white rabbits dressed in waistcoasts
down seemingly bottomless burrows.
For we're terribly late for high tea.
Sipping Earl grey from chipped teacups and
blood from my lip drips onto
 white handkerchiefs.
All I do is admire how
elegantly the blood spreads.
Chakras in disarray, like
perfectly scrambled eggs.
Pleading prayers left unsaid
for they seem to fall on deaf ears.
In my wake, I pinch myself hoping to
be jolted from this nightmare.
Lying faces smile their plastic smile.
I smile in return, to hide the truth.
Mundane on the outside.
Screeching banshee, inside.
Another day gone.
Life goes on.

Monday, October 5, 2015

Cleaning House


Cleaning House 


Tired.
Spent.
Exhausted. 
From constantly trying to 
keep it together.
Pretending I'm good, well and fine.
When I'm anything, but.
Sweeping my woes, angers and fears 
under the rug.
Now the rug is so lumpy I can't stride across it
without tripping over my feet.
I need to purge,
clean and 
face my truths, 
my fears,
before they suffocate me. 

Long Days


Long Days 


Praying for the day, when will I finally become permanently numb to this constant pain engulfing my heart.
Some risings of the sun, I can ignore the sting.
Others... the sting seems to be all there is.
The excruciating sting, like that inflicted by a man-o-war.
Prisoner of indescribable pain.
Self medicating and seeking a phantom psychiatrist at the bottom of my glass.
Yet all that I find waiting for me is memories.
The good, hurts too much to remember. While the bad taunts and mocks my pain.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Skillful Liar



Skillful Liar 


Thought I was special, yet I was only another conquest.
Simply one more fly caught in your treacherous web.
An ego fueled, self proclaimed 'Casanova', but
more accurately a modern day
'Georgie Porgie'.
Kissing girls and presenting a priceless painting of forever.
Then discarding the dream, skilfully masqueraded as the most beautiful lie away;
like a dime store bubble gum trading card.
Swimming away in the ocean of tears fallen from the eyes you've so ruthlessly scorned, for your childish musings.
 Leaving deep gashes, hemorrhaging in genuine hearts.
A professional narcissist.
A hater of women,
enchantingly disguised as a true lover.

My Temple


My Temple


I see you.
 The beauty illuminating from your soul.
Bright, soothing and euphoric.
Let me worship you.
Not just the simplicity of your flesh that will erode and be ravished by time.
No!
 The part I long to pay homage too, will last for an eternity.
Laying flowers and a cornucopia upon a grand altar constructed in your honor.
Everlasting love and devotion to my heart's desire. 
My temple of worship
will forever be you. 

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Lovers...




Lovers...

Lovers are gonna love.
Lovers are gonna hurt.
Lovers are gonna understand. 
Lovers are gonna, see the best in you.
Lovers are gonna cry.
Lovers are gonna smile.
Lovers are gonna be loyal.
Lovers are gonna be genuine.
Lovers are gonna love...
Cause lovers never give up!
Regardless.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

In My Glass


In My Glass 

Smells of peppermint oil permeating the air.
Heightening the effect of fermented potatoes in my glass. 
Ambient sounds fill the air, yet my mind seems calm.
Or perhaps it's simply slower in reaction.
Mesmerized by the concoction dancing in my glass, elegantly swirling with sweet frozen blackberries.
Scenes of you play on the movie reel of my mind. 
Over and over, like an obsessed fan.
Crazy to love you, yet insane to deny my heart.

Rainy Morning


Rainy Morning 

The soothing sound of rain tapping again my window pane. 
It's fresh scent, tickling my nose as it breezes through the screen. 
My eyes slowly open, to my dream come true. 
The sight of you laying next to me.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Goldilocks vs. The Three Bears




Goldilocks vs. The Three Bears


We all know the story of Goldilocks. What we don't know is what transpired after Goldilocks narrowly escaped the home of The Three Bears.

Not long after Goldilocks escaped with her life, she sought out representations and went forward with suing The Three Bears. The charge of murder in the second degree. Here are the transcripts from the trial.

Bailiff Beaver: Here ye, here ye. All rise, the honorable Judge Mother Goose presiding.

Judge Mother Goose: You may be seated. Case number 437 in Goldilocks vs. The Three Bears. Hmmm. It seems that Goldilocks is claiming that The Three Bears, mainly Papa Bear tried to kill her within The Bear's residence. Goldilocks is also seeking restitution for severe emotional distress. Also The Three Bears have a counter suit against Goldilocks for breaking and entering, three counts of theft and destruction of property.
Mr. Rooster representing Goldilocks. Ms. Stork representing The Three Bears. Are we ready to proceed?

Mr. Rooster & Ms. Stork: Yes, your honor.

Judge Mother Goose: Mr. Rooster, your opening statement.

Mr. Rooster: Ladies and gentlemen of the court. I will present to you, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that little innocent Goldilocks simply ventured too far from home and into the woods. Stumbled upon what she thought to be a vacant cottage. After being violently awaken from her brief nap, by the defendants The Three Bears. Poor Goldilocks was never afforded an opportunity to explain herself. That's right, ladies and gentlemen! Goldilocks' life was immediately threatened. She had no choice, but to flee. Goldilocks narrowly escaped the thrashing claws and murderous blows of The Three Bears, mainly Papa Bear tried to inflict upon my client. It is your duty and responsibility to deliver a verdict of guilty, in order to rid our beloved forest from such a dangerous and maniacal beast. Thank you.

Judge Mother Goose: Ms. Stork, your opening statement.

Ms. Stork: Dear citizens at first glance, sure you'd probably be quick to assume that Goldilocks in fact is an innocent little maiden who ventured too far from home and that Papa Bear was trying to do Goldilocks bodily harm. However during this trial, you'll be privy to a different perspective. Papa Bear was simply trying to protect his family and home from a squatting vagrant, who not only ate their food, but also damage their property. Once Goldilocks was discovered sleeping in Baby Bear's bed, she fled the scene of her crime with no remorse. Goldilocks is now inflicting more damage, by falsely accusing Papa Bear of attempted murder. I ask you ladies and gentlemen. How would you feel if you came home and found a stranger in your home? Someone who ate your food, damaged your belongings and seem to have taken ownership of your home? How would you react? Thank you.

Judge Mother Goose: Mr. Rooster, you may call your first witness.

Mr. Rooster: Yes your honor. I call Goldilocks to the stand.

Bailiff Beaver: Please raise your right hand. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

Goldilocks: Yes.

Bailiff Beaver: Please be seated.

Mr. Rooster: Goldilocks could you tell the jury what happened to you on that ill-fated day?

Goldilocks: Well, it's all a bit blurry. You know, cause it happened all so fast. I still wake up screaming from the nightmares. Ever since that day, I've been much too afraid to even go outside.

Ms. Stork: Objection your honor. Goldilocks was asked to described the day in question, not her so-called current emotional state.

Mr. Rooster: Your honor. Goldilocks was simply painting a vivid picture, of how that extremely traumatic day has affected her.

Ms. Stork: Again your honor, I reiterate. Goldilocks was asked to describe what happened that day. Not the aftermath.

Judge Mother Goose: Sustained. Goldilocks please simply answer the question. Jury, disregard the previous statement of Goldilocks. Proceed.

Goldilocks: Well, it was a sunny day and I decided to go for a walk. The wild flowers were in bloom and I was in such awe. Before I knew it, I discovered I was in the part of the forest I had never been and I was very far from home. I was much too tired to make my way back home, right away. That's when I saw a cottage. It was beginning to get dark and I just thought I'd rest a spell inside of the cottage. I knocked on the door, but not only was there no answer. The door opened as I knocked. I called out, but there was no answer. I thought perhaps the cottage was abandoned. So I walked in. If I knew anyone lived there, I would have never rested there without permission.

Mr. Rooster: So you assumed the cottage was not being occupied by anyone? Thus believing that no harm was being done, if you rested there before making your way back home? Correct?

Goldilocks: Yes. That's right.

Mr. Rooster: Do you have a habit of entering someone's home, without permission.

Goldilocks: No, not at all. I'm very respectful.

Mr. Rooster: I have no further questions, your honor.

Judge Mother Goose: Ms. Stork you may cross examine.

Ms. Stork: Goldilocks I need you to help me understand, cause I'm a bit confused. You said you thought the cottage was abandoned. Correct?

Goldilocks: Yes. I didn't think anyone lived in the cottage.

Ms. Stork: What did you see when you first entered the cottage?

Goldilocks: I saw a table with three bowls of porridge.

Ms. Stork: Was the porridge hot or cold?

Goldilocks: Umm, well the first bowl was piping hot. The second bowl was cold, but the third bowl was just right.

Baby Bear: You ate my porridge!!

Judge Mother Goose: Order in the court! There will be no outburst allowed in my courtroom! Ms. Stork, you would do well to control your clients.

Ms. Stork: Yes, your honor.
After you ate the bowl of porridge. What did you see next?

Goldilocks: Umm, I saw three chairs. One was really big, the second was medium sized. But the third was very comfortable and just my size. I rocked in the chair and it broke into pieces. I even got a few splinters.

Ms. Stork: Awe, that's too bad.

Mr. Rooster: Objection! Your honor, defense is unfairly mocking my client!

Judge Mother Goose: Overruled. Counselor Stork, please refrain from unnecessary snide comments.

Ms. Stork: My apologies, your honor.
Did you see anything else, Goldilocks?

Goldilocks: I walked through the cottage and came across three beds. The first one was too big and too hard. The second was still big, but way too soft. The third was just right. I drifted off to sleep. Then that's when I woke up to a gigantic bear trying to kill me.

Ms. Stork: Hmm... so let me get this straight. You entered a cottage that you assumed was abandoned, yet there were numerous indications that there was a family living in the cottage?

Goldilocks: How was I supposed to know that a family lived there?

Ms. Stork: Uh, how bout the food you ate and the furniture that you not only used, but damaged? With all these elements found in the cottage, that you just told the court that you've seen with your own two eyes. How could you have possibly come to the ridiculous conclusion that the cottage was abandoned?!

Mr. Rooster: Objection! Your honor, defense is badgering the witness.

Ms. Stork: No further questions, your honor.

Judge Mother Goose: Ms. Stork you may call your witness to the stand. Goldilocks, you may step down.

Ms. Stork: I call Papa Bear to the stand.

Bailiff Beaver: Please raise your right hand. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

Papa Bear: Yes.

Bailiff Beaver: Please be seated.

Ms. Stork: Papa Bear. Are you violent to everyone you come in contact with?

Papa Bear: No. I don't come across many others. My family and I tend to keep to ourselves.

Ms. Stork: Do you and family ever entertain guests at your home?

Papa Bear: Not very much. On occasion The Three Little Pigs would come by. Sometimes Little Red Riding Hood will come for a play date with Baby Bear. Her grandmother doesn't live far from our home.

Ms. Stork: Have you ever had a confrontation, violent or otherwise with any of the guests that have been welcomed inside your home?

Papa Bear: No. Never.

Ms. Stork: Have you ever had anyone enter your home without permission?

Papa Bear: No. Never.

Ms. Stork: When did you first realize that someone was in your home?

Papa Bear: When I noticed a spoonful of my porridge was gone. At first I thought maybe it was from when I tasted it earlier. I was sure that someone had been there, when Baby Bear was crying that his bowl of porridge was all gone. So we all looked around and found Baby Bear's chair was broken into pieces. We continued to look around and found THAT girl sleeping in Baby Bear's bed. I mean I couldn't believe that not only, did she break in our home, but that she was still there!

Ms. Stork: How did it make you feel? To discover that someone entered your home without your consent?

Papa Bear: I felt disrespected and violated. It made me angry. Angry and afraid for my family. In all the years we've lived in our cottage, we've never had anything like this happen.

Ms. Stork: I completely understand. Thank you. I have no further questions.

Judge Mother Goose: Mr. Rooster, you may cross examine.

Mr. Rooster: Papa Bear, you claim that my client Goldilocks 'broke' into your home. Is that right?

Papa Bear: Yes, she did.

Mr. Rooster: Was your door or lock on your door damaged or broken?

Papa Bear: No, but she...

Mr. Rooster: A yes or no answer will do, thank you.

Papa Bear: No.

Mr. Rooster: In fact the door wasn't locked at all, was it?

Papa Bear: No.

Mr. Rooster: So to say that my client 'broke' into your home is a bit of an exaggeration. Don't you think?

Papa Bear: No, I don't feel it's an exaggeration.

Mr. Rooster: When you found Goldilocks sleeping, how did you wake her?

Papa Bear: I yelled for her to get out of my house.

Mr. Rooster: Did you raise your very large paws at her when you were yelling and threatening my client?

Papa Bear: I didn't threaten her. I told her to get out.

Mr. Rooster: Earlier, you said you were angry and afraid for your family. In the midst of your rage, you want us to believe that you did not threaten my client?

Papa Bear: I did not threaten the girl. I just wanted her out of my house.

Mr. Rooster: Papa Bear, you're a pretty big guy. If you were Goldilocks and someone of your grand size jolted you awake, yelling and screaming at you. Wouldn't you feel threatened?

Ms. Stork: Objection! Your honor, the witness can't make assumptions of Goldilocks' emotional state.

Mr. Rooster: Your honor, I'm simply trying to get the witness to put himself in my clients place.

Judge Mother Goose: Sustained

Mr. Rooster: No further questions. Prosecution rest.

Judge Mother Goose: Very well. Ms. Stork?

Ms. Stork: Redirect, your honor.

Judge Mother Goose: Proceed.

Ms. Stork: Papa Bear, did you threaten Goldilocks when you found her sleeping in Baby Bear's bed?

Papa Bear: No, I did not.

Ms. Stork: Did you try to hit Goldilocks?

Papa Bear: No, I did not. I just wanted her out of our home.

Ms. Stork: Thank you. The defense rest, your honor.

Judge Mother Goose: Jury you may retire to deliberate.

Baillif Beaver: All rise.

After just an hour of deliberation, the jury agreed on a judgement.

Judge Mother Goose: I understand the jury has come to a judgement. What say you?

'Foreman' Jiminy Cricket: In the case of Goldilocks vs. The Three Bears, the charge of murder in the second degree, we find The Three Bears not guilty. In the counter suit of The Three Bears vs. Goldilocks, the charges of breaking and entering, three counts of theft and destruction of property, we find Goldilocks guilty on all counts.

Judge Mother Goose: So say you one? So say you all?

'Foreman' Jiminy Cricket: Yes, your honor.

Judge Mother Goose: Will Goldilocks please rise. In light of you being found guilty on all counts against you. I sentence you to ten years of servitude at Cinderella's castle. 
Jury, thank you for serving. Court dismissed. 

So it would seem that justice was served for The Three Bears and Goldilocks got what she deserved. 

The End. 

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Dream Catcher



Dream Catcher 

In your slumber deep in the night
when night eloquently transitions into morning.
The demons frolicking within your subconscious. 
Leaving their sooty and gnarly footprints of negative thoughts. 
Awaking with the severe gravity of doubt.
Let me wrap you in the comfort of a loving embrace.
Placing a healing kiss upon your third eye.
Banishing your damaging nightmares, like a dream catcher.
Easing the stress of the pain in your world. 

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Imperfections


Imperfections 


I saw you and wondered who you were. 
I spoke to you and remembered the 
highs and lows of your voice.
When you talked, I didn't just listen.
I felt every syllable you uttered.
Even with your ever so slightly crooked teeth.
Your smile is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. 
The sound of your laughter
could make the sun appear through a monsoon.
When I first laid eyes upon you,
I knew you were the perfect one for me.
Now that I know who you are and your imperfections. 
I love you evermore, in spite of them. 

Saturday, September 12, 2015

My Favorite Villian

My Favorite Villian 

Slumbering in my cocoon. 
Metamorphosis. 
A lovely butterfly is not what I transform into.
Something dark. 
Nefarious, yet beguiling. 
Poisonous and with the thirst for blood.
The age of sweetness perceived as weakness, has ceased.
Not revenge seeking
or playing the pathetic part of the victim.
No prisoners taken.
The banner I wave decorated with
the blood of those who dare
to challenge me.
I've become my favorite villian.

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Fruitless



Fruitless 


You took all the love I gave you. Only to love someone else. My eyes well up from the pain, but I have no more tears left for you to fall.
Giving you everything I am, sapping my soul. Leaving me an empty shell. 
Chasing you, like a blind man seeking shadows in a dark room.
Entered in an never ending marathon, where the spoils of victory goes to those who didn't run. 
Loving you is fruitless.
Yet I can't stop.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Life Experiences



Life Experiences  

Birth

Love, hate

Lies, truth

Light, dark

Betrayal, loyalty 

Acceptance, denial 

Need, want

Joy, pain

Alive

Dead 




Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Untitled


Untitled 


A potion of fermented potatoe skins poured over shards of solid water.
Into a shattered teacup, pieced back together with cheap glue. Liquid poured in and it slowly seeps through the cracks. Pooling into the palm of my hands. Running down my arms. It always knicks my lip. Yet I can't bring myself to throw it away. 
Mastering the art of displaying a genuine smile, while masking the pain in my eyes is the ultimate game. Tired of delivering explanations, that seemingly fall on insistently, deaf ears. Perception levels like fathoms of the deep sea.
Scenes replaying in my dreams. Same beginning, different endings.




Monday, August 17, 2015

The Perfect Day


The Perfect Day 


Sun in the sky. 
Very few clouds. 
Walking along the sandy beach. 
Sand squishing between my toes. 
Sunbeams tanning my skin. 
Water enticing, inviting me in.
 Almost trance like I stroll into the cool water, as it accepts me as it's own.
 Deeper and deeper further and further I drift from the shore. Feeling little pebbles underneath my toes as the waves lift me from the floor. 
Begging me to release my stress and let it wash upon the shore. 
No drink in my hand, just the blue sky above me. 
Sun smiling back, confirming my path laid before me. 

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Transfiguration


Transfiguration 


I loved hard.
You destroyed me, crushed me into pieces and burned the remains.
I rose from the ashes. Smarter, stronger and faster.
My transfiguration making me more enticing to you. A bigger prize for you to lure and conquer. 
My wings, much stronger than before. Allowing me to fly far from your reach.
I lived. I died. I live again.


Saturday, August 15, 2015

I Am


I Am


Fueled by passion and intelligence. Love and pain existing within like Yin and Yang.
Trust in my wings also in the sharpness and swiftness of my blade, I must have.
There's no time to whine over spilt wine. The only options laid before me are to either grab a straw to suck it up, or a rag to clean the mess.
Allowing tears to flow, solely while standing in the rain. So none can be the wiser.
A lady. A mother. A Valkyrie.
The greatest and most dangerous weapon, I am.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Unforgettable



Unforgettable 


It's not the way her dark, soft hair blows in the gentle breeze.
It's not her supple, semisweet chocolate skin.
It's not her inviting lips, that only wish to kiss yours.
It's not the hypnotic sway of her hips and full backside.
It's not her deep soulful eyes, that calms your wild beast within.
It's not her loving touch, that can melt your taut muscles like ice under the bright sun.
It's not the special way she says your name, like no other can.
No!
What made her unforgettable was the way she trusted you, with the best part of herself. 
The way she loved you like no other ever has.
How it seems she was specifically made to perfectly fit with you.
Undeniably your missing puzzle piece. 


Tuesday, August 4, 2015

The Rose



The Rose


Underneath the luminous glow of a full moon. A lone rose, strongly grew through the snow. It's dark hue, that of a rich Cabernet, elegantly contrasted by the stark whiteness of the snow. The rose's scent and it's loveliness so alluring made it greatly desired. 

Fingers pricked in haste of acquiring the rose. Blood dripping, decorating the snow with warm DNA. Immediate anger from a bruised ego, causing the rose to be tossed away. Cursing it's thorns and the rose's allure. Rose petals blowing in the wind. Even in broken pieces, it held beauty.

 Again, the rose shall bloom. For it's roots run deep. 

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Love's Fool


Love's Fool 

You're quick to forget the wrong you did. Snail like to recall the pain you've inflicted. Prompt to remember all my flaws, to use against me. Rapid to think of every reason why it won't work between us. Leaving me acknowledging my wrongs, yet loving you in spite of your equal imperfections. Remembering the pain you caused, but be quicker to forgive. Accepting your flaws as I hoped you'd accept mine. Seeing every reason why our love is worth fighting for. Seeing in you, what I always prayed you'd see in me. Allowing love to make a giant fool of me. 

Identical Difference



Identical Difference 


I know you! You're me and I'm you. You claim to love hard and so do I. I shut down when I'm not heard and so do you. We understand and feel each other, yet there's a miscommunication. I trust you, though I've been hurt. You tread lightly, cause of your past pain. We need each other, though our pain makes us hesitate. We're identically different. 

Tantric


Tantric

Synchronized breathing. Bodies moving in unison. Fingertips lightly grazing upon warm, lust moistened skin. Eyes locked on each other. No words spoken, yet every desire heard, understood and fulfilled. Kissing full lips, tasting indescribable sweetness. Light touches turned into desperate groping. Smooth breathes turned into animalistic grunts. Ecstasy rising along with the temperature. Sweat seductively rolling down hot flesh. Bodies so close, yet longing to be even closer. Reaching Nirvana together. Descending back into individual vessels. Separate, but connected as one. 

Saturday, July 25, 2015

A Sapiosexual's Meal


A Sapiosexual's Meal 

Deep and sometimes playful conversations shared between them. Picking at each other's mind. Relishing the thoughts laid on the table. Some were robust and savory, like a perfectly prepared steak. Others, sweets, luscious and delicate like chocolate souffle, silkily melting upon your tongue. Their appetite for each other grew, making them both ravenous. He had become her favorite meal. She, his special dessert. Nourishing each others mind. Reaching orgasms from being intellectually gluttonous. 

Saturday, July 11, 2015

My Happy Place



My Happy Place


When the world outside my sanctuary, gets too much to bear. I close my eyes and visualize you by my side. My imagination so strong, I can feel your energy so close to me. Causing me to conjure your alluring scent dancing in the gentle breeze. It tickles my nose and calms my soul. The melodious tones of your voice, smoother than water gliding upon ice and grander than a perfect symphony. My muscles relax from tension, fantasizing your hands upon my flesh. Silencing the demons frolicking within. Good days or not, my happy place has always been you.

Monday, July 6, 2015

Ode to My Pussy




Ode to My Pussy

Ode to my pussy. My yoni, my vagina, my cookie, my honeypot. The part of me that has personality, but isn't the only facet of me.

Ode to my pussy. That place of giving life, yet can imprison the soul of the unfocused. A euphoric place that possesses the gift of being both deep and tight like a firm embrace. Warm and wet. Sweet and viscous like honey should be.

Ode to my pussy. Eventhough it is a prize, it's not the best part of me. 

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Scab



Scab


There are infinite days that you stay on my mind. That twinkle you get in your eyes when you laugh that laugh that causes my heart to flutter.
Making my heart try to convince, bargin and plead with my mind, this time will be different. That my love and loyalty wasn't in vain.
Then the deafening silence of my phone not ringing, causes the scab of our past damage to itch.
I pick at my wound. Scratching and peeling till it bleeds, cause I like the color. Then I complain about the pain it inflicts on me.
I am an undercover masochist, indeed.
An emotional cutter with a rusty blade, made of the unapologized, painful memories of you. 

Monday, June 22, 2015

Tarred and Feathered


Tarred and Feathered 



The darkness, inside oozing out my pores. Hot, steamy and sticky like fresh tar. 
Grey feathers falling from fresh, clean air. Sticking to me. Covering me in a fluffy cocoon.
Crawling to the river on all fours. Scrapping my knees and the base of my palms. Tears flowing from my eyes, oddly making my vision clearer. 
Into the river I lay.
 On my back, but in the opposite of floating, I sink slowly. Deeper and deeper into what seems like a bottomless cavern. 
My air supply gone, yet the breath of life no longer missed. Tar and feathers gently washed away by the current. I can only pray the current also washed away the stains on my soul. 

Sunday, June 7, 2015

Creating The Monster



Creating The Monster 


It's quite humorous how time can change one's position.

In the beginning I was so in love with you, that I couldn't see straight. My blind loyalty kept me in your corner, wearing a dunce cap. Almost nightly, on bended knees in devotion to a higher power. Hoping and praying on shooting stars. Wishing on fallen eyelashes. Falling tears and a breaking heart was my company. 

Realizing your love would never be mine, I moved on. Now you're missing my loyalty, after failing to find another with the same intensity. I find you scratching at my door, like a lost dog looking for a home. You frown at my haughty laughter. Oh how times have changed, indeed.

My heart heavily guarded. Colder, harden and slightly jaded, a great deal by your hand. Yet you try to condemn the monster of your own creation. 



Monday, May 25, 2015

My Vow



The Vow


I can't promise you perfection.
All I can promise you, is me.

Will you remember the beauty of my soul, when you're swirling about in the eye of the raging storm I can sometimes be? Or will you throw your hands in the air and give up on me, when every moment is not blissfully romantic?

I can't promise you perfection.
All I can promise you, is me.

I may fight with you and seem as if I'm pushing you away. Will you remember why you love me and fight for me, cause you know my worth?
I need you to know that I will fight harder for you, than I ever could against you.

I can't promise you perfection.
All I can promise you, is me. 

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Drug of Choice



Drug of Choice


What is it that makes me keep trying?
Is my belief in it so deeply rooted within?
In my soul, in my DNA that there's no distance far enough that I could ever run from it.

That first taste so overwhelming. Sweeping me off my feet. The insane fluttering of butterfly wings causing me to float on air, till I sprout my own wings. Loosing a shoe as I take flight. Frolicking on the positive side of invincibility. Embraced by the intoxicating euphoria. Then the other shoe drops, my wings falter and I fall to the ground. Only he's not there to catch me.

My old, faithful lovers "Heartbreak" and "Sorrow" come to me. Placing morbid kisses upon my lips, embracing my fractured soul. I find comfort in the familiarity of this twisted menage à tois. "Heartbreak" and "Sorrow" robbing me of my spirit and sapping my soul, like a junkie suffering from withdrawal.

After many risings of suns and cycles of moons. I find me again slightly different, decorated with new scars. The pain of before a distant memory. With my deep rooted belief, that next time will be different. I take another hit.

Love. My drug of choice.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

The Change


The Change 


All that time past by. While I was dreaming of us, you were only thinking of you. Yet my love I continued to give and you continued to take.

It didn't take long for you to recognize the change in me. I ceased removing gems from my crown. Tossing them your way, desperately hoping one day you'd recognize my worth. But it wasn't you who couldn't see me. It was I who lacked vision of my gifts.

So I destroyed all the unsent love letters and let the tide carry them away. Along with the sand castle of dreams and promises of you and I. 

There's no welcome mat laid at my new castle, for you to wipe your dirty feet on. Enter my kingdom, you may attempt, but approach with the absolute knowledge; the entrance is no longer gauntlet free.  



Wednesday, April 15, 2015

I, You, Us


I, You, Us 


I am you. You are me.
When I fly, we soar together as one.
High above the clouds, blessed with a divine point of view. Having an eagle's eye perspective into each other's soul, no matter how far apart we may roam. 
We bathe in the knowledge of endless, unconditional love awaiting to engulf us upon our return. 

Friday, April 10, 2015

An Unfinished Masterpiece



An Unfinished Masterpiece


Unconventionally lovely. Beautifully flawed.
Her deep gashes are more than scars, but lessons learned. Constantly growing and evolving. 

Depending on your perception. She can be either enigmatic or transparent. Each of her layers a different work of art. Every year, she adds new hues to her canvas. Yet she's criticized by those who are colorblind. They desperately try to force her into a frame for their comfort. 

She's unframable.
Priceless and one of a kind. 
An unfinished masterpiece.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Daddy's Girl


Daddy's Girl 


Bent at the waist, legs shoulder width apart, grasping my ankles. I've been a bad girl and Daddy's here to administer my punishment. 

The sound of supple leather being slapped against his palm, hardens my nipples. Anticipating the sweet sting to be laid upon my backside. "You've been a bad girl and your transgressions need correction!" 

I know not to move, for I've been punished before. Prove to Daddy I'm his good girl, count off each smack I must.
Ssssmmmaaacckkkk!!!
"One! Yes, Daddy! I'll be good!"
Ssssmmmmaaaccckkkk!!!
"Two! Yes, Daddy! I'll be good!"
Three, four and five more to go.

Each smack, arousing me to no end. My flesh flushed and excited. Moans of pleasure from pain assaulting the silence. My nipples rivaling the hardness of a stack of dimes. The wetness of my yoni, trickling down my leg. Clear, sweet and viscous like honey. Daddy fingers me and is pleased.

Daddy rewards me with his thick cock, thrust deep and deliberate. Allowing me to release my essence all over him and lick him clean. Daddy nods in approval. 

I'm Daddy's good girl. 

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Resurrection


Resurrection 


Many battles fought. Some victorious, others simply lessons learned. 

Very few worthy of her essence and it shall never be earned.

Her wings damaged and clipped. Left paralyzed, not knowing which way to turn.

Yet her soul resurrected, like a Phoenix from a blaze within that continually burns.

Friday, February 27, 2015

Elusive



Elusive


Pay your homage at my temple.
Lay your offerings upon my alter.
You may worship me and be blessed.
Possess me, you will try.
However own me, you shall not.
I am my own.
Sip from my cup and become intoxicated. 
Never shall you be granted to cleanse your mud-clad feet in my well.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Grounded


Grounded


Yearning... longing and praying for love. A slew of offerings laid upon Aphrodite's alter. Decades of my belief in the vibrant, effervescent beauty that is love, tested endlessly. Loving the only way I know how. Intensely, unconditionally and with the entirety of my soul. Making me soar above the clouds. Relishing in the sweet abundance of feeling free. But like Icarus, I fly too close to the sun. Plummeting back to earth. Burned and broken. Much too skittish to fly again. 

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Sin Eater




Sin Eater

Venture close. Let me devour your sins.
Converse and tame the demons you hold within.
Running my fingertips along your spine.
Let you feel the love I have, blessed from the divine.
Take my hand, come walk with me.
I am the sin eater.
Allow me to set you free.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Never



Never 


She never felt more connected to anyone, ever before.
Never loved anyone as much as she loved him. Her unconditional, infinite love grew for him every day, hour, minute, second. Beyond just a physical attraction. The comfort of his arms wrapped around her as she slept, was never felt with anyone else. The devastating blow of him breaking her heart, leaving her feeling a sorrow never felt before. Yet she continued to love him with all the broken pieces of herself. 

She was the Marie Thérèse to his Pablo Picasso.

Her View



Her View


She never considered herself drop dead gorgeous. Yet she knew her soul was where her true beauty radiated. She loved with a passion so rarely found. The love she had given unconditionally, seemed to always been taken for granted. Or perhaps she loved with a passion so intense, it could make even the strongest man feel inferior of such greatness.  

 The heart in her chest, wild and untamable. Rattling within the cage of her ribs. Torn, broken and damaged. Unrequited love leaving a gash much too deep to heal. She's far too weary to continue fighting a battle that can't seem to be won. Her heart deteriorating, after each lost battle. Becoming thinner and more delicate than hidaka washi. The slightest wind could cause it to crumble and blow away into nonexistence.

 Tears decorating her face. Wondering... when did the world's passion, honor and loyalty die?

Monday, January 19, 2015

Trapped


Trapped


Trapped underground.
Muck filling my mouth, making it impossible to breathe.
Roots tangled around my legs.
I can't get free.
My body so weary.
My soul beyond exhausted.
Teetering on that very fine line between giving up or continuing on.
The promise of rest, in letting go. 
So sweet and alluring.
Yet there's a strong pull that compels me to continue trying to claw my way to the surface.
I have no bearings of knowing how much further I have to travel.
At the surface, the world carries on.
Oblivious of my struggle to escape from the depths. 

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

They



They


My demons and I are growing closer and closer. 

When they first came, I could only hear their voices. Not clearly, but just enough to be aware of their presence. In the dark, my demons hold me tightly, like a straitjacket, all while they sing their twisted lullabies. They stroke my hair with their gnarled fingers, like a gentle lover. Telling me to let go. Let go of the ideal of true love. It seems I've outgrown it or it's outgrown me. Like a child's security blanket that once enveloped me like a cocoon. Now tattered, threadbare and can barely reach my feet.

Their points so convincing, the evidence so overwhelming. How could I not surrender? Giving my all, believing in love. A fairy-tale only told to females to give them something to distract them from the essence of power. I'm waving the white flag. I can't take anymore of the screaming in my head that lives in the silence. It sends me curled in the fetal position clawing at my ears. They win! 

Monday, January 5, 2015

Grey


Grey 



The darkest shade of grey. The color of my soul that's turning darker with each passing day that you're gone. Slipping on that slippery slope to the abyss of everlasting darkness feasting on what's left of me. Dust from the crushed pieces of my overused heart, swirling about. Replacing the joyous flutter of butterfly wings, tickling my fourth chakra. Frolicking in the darkness gradually giving me comfort. Strengthening my severely, damaged armour. Becoming the new whetstone for my blades. 

Sunday, January 4, 2015

My Sacrifice



My Sacrifice 


Our meeting seemed to be by chance. Or was it destined for our paths to intersect? The connection between us, so strong. Perhaps too strong that only one of us could handle it. Drawn not only to the charismatic person you skillfully exuded, but also the pain you carried within, like a life sentence of duty and sorrow. Seeing you was like seeing an unexpected, beautiful splash of color on a black and white photo. Your essence possessed a luminescence, not known to this plane of existence. My heart not only hearing your cries, but listened to every note. Melancholic yet alluring to my soul. I chose to give you, the best part of me. My heart, to save yours. My sacrifice.