Will you?

With a sharp stick, the flame opens against his thumb; The cold stone of the pipe, a judge’s mallet Waits between his lips, And I imagine sparks Flying like hot pepper to his throat, and down, Down to where he speaks, to where he sighs. His mouth is paper lace on mine. I breathe in…

The rush of Adventure

The feeling of excitement, The rush of adrenaline that courses through your veins. Makes you want to jump up and run and just keep on running. The feeling where you just want to go and not stop, To stop what you are doing and to discover the world. To let fate decide what will happen…

The Boy

The way he looks at me, Flirtatious and full of life, He doesn’t yet know me, Not even my life. He is not my friend I can tell, But the way he looks at me, I think I’m under a spell. The sparkle in his eyes, And the secrecy of his smiles, Butterflies in me…

Warning

Do not fall in love with the girl who writes  Unless you want to know hell first hand  She’ll make you burn and bring you to ashes  And the worst part is  You won’t mind burning at all She’s allergic to routine  Impossible to decipher  Something she takes as a compliment  She’s June mornings and…

Betrayed

Betrayed by a kiss Lied to by a hug Left out to dry with a gaze Enchanted by touch Encouraged by time Lust struck by the sight She’s that girl We all know the one The one we all thought We knew we had won… Keep Reading 🙂 🙂 Love ❤ ❤

Two moons

Two moons, The same number of suns, Weaving a translucent tune, A tune that would shun the world into a solo sphere of silence. Two beams of silver, The same fracture of golden-light, Making sight something of delicate existence, That if searched for would only drive into hiding. Two eyes of gray, The same facial…

I was never good at ending this

connect the dots with the stars on my ceiling wasting seconds into minutes into hours into nothing why even bother looking for pitiful meaning there’s no force behind these words just hollow nothings endless seeking limitless potential lacking in conviction what’s the point in beginnings? when the end comes so swiftly such inefficient lives so…