In her spare time / she practices magic / but not the kind / you see on TV. / To the best of my knowledge / she can’t do card tricks, / saw peo…
This is a record of what happened.
Its late and I just hung up with you / I have yet again let my anger get the best of me / And my words have again tainted you / And painte…
When I wrote this I was in relationship of course, which was 2 yrs ago / And I would occasionally let my anger blind me and cause me to yell at my girlfriend of the time. But after the rage would settle down I would be removed of the anger that blindfolded me and I would be able to see the damage I have done. I would be like a grumpy thunder cloud striking her with a booming thunder voice and it would strike her like lighting to produce her to rain down with tears….but hey after every storm lies a rainbow….smilez / we no longer talk / hope you enjoy family
I feel like her / the other, / within / dust of orange sighs streak my soul / skies are drawing the truth toward my / infinite playground / and…
Inspired from the work of Lindan Ridpath her amazing work is so full of light. Here is the inspired work Untitled / Thank You Linda! /
I had a dream once / Oh maybe more times than that, / I thought perhaps, / If I wait, / He will come to me
I’m singing songs about you, / Yet I can’t hold a tune. / My guitar neck is stained with blood, / From anxious fingers yearning for a melody.
I think it is self explanatory!
It’s okay I am a big boy, / I can take the fall, / Just hit a wall, / I wish it was real,
This is about a man who has thrown in the towel, and does not feel deserved of a love he will never have or feel, but feels like he has been a toy. I guess he doesn’t understand.
From the Mother who bore / to the women who tore / The sisters that grew / the girls at the dances / taste the best thing on offer / I feel l…
This was prompted by a “men only” contest held by the group Sisterhood the brief was for prose or a poem “women and why I love them” This is by no means the whole story :-)
Suck it in and take the punch, / cave my heart and steal my air, / crack these ribs and sink it in,
A woman who uses those big beautiful eyes of innocence to lure the knight to her aid. This man has realized in humour that he is only the lipstick in her handbag, / and yet again another no rhymer, I like this change of style, I never thought I could make it work, so thank you all for your encouragement, it has helped me to grow as a writter….Thanxz ; ) Just read over it, it does rhyme a little, oops, it’s in the blood, lol
I still feel like / A kid / Gumballs for guts / And Halloween stirrups
I am of an age enough to know that I do this, / maneuver in the world with my fat hot heart
Pitiful ain’t it…the continuing saga of my bartending firefighter? Why does what we know to be true not have the ability to alter how we feel? I envy truly strong women. Many who know me in real life think that is precisely what I am. What a crock! There is nothing new here. I am most ordinary. I crave the same things most women crave, a partner in life to mark my passing, to hold my existence close to them, to cherish and be cherished. So yeah, last night I lost my hope. No worries, it will return tomorrow if not the next day. But for now, allow me to wallow in the salt.
She wasn’t sure how she got to his room. One moment she was sipping on her Caesar, the next she was standing in his room at the hotel. He…
Warning slightly graphic and suggestive…. For the all things Vampiric The Seduction Challenge.
And as for him… / Strong, silent and with stubbled chin. / Yet his passion for sameness has left me empty within. / His fire gave me hope.
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She is the morning tears rolling into the crevices of my skin..
My Goddess of nature…
...your fingers draw masterpieces on my body, / wetting my skin and my apetite, ...
Lust.. love…oh the power!
We as women / Seek out / Things that men / Know nothing about / Emotions overflow / We cannot explain / Like a thunderstorm / And a heavy rai…
Thank you Sal…your “Heart of Gold” is awesome!!!! Please check out Saleire’s / other awesome artwork on the RB
Women are ….Celestial beings / Women are ….The root of all life / Women are ….The backbone that holds up society / Women are priceless
Most women already know this but many that I have encounter fail to see that they are as valuable as life ….they are life….. / So this is to all women …you are priceless …
Smiling gently / with her eyes / Mouthing / mirrored movements / And cooing quietly / under breath / Still amazed / at sheer beauty
The love between a mother and her baby / MCN: CD66A-0170A-57B9B
I have felt the darkness, / of your correcting palms,
The follow on from the first Painful Love, as you can see. After deciding she is on the rise, she delves into thought of the relationship….there will be third, a work in progress, should be up soon, hope you enjoy this one though….
I write down a lot events …things people say ….I do this as a way of never forgetting ….never giving up and also to remember how mu…
Love, love, love ? ? ?
Strong, confident woman / Why do you cower
cold sun, swallow me / girls like me / go down so easy / like a glass of water / like the devil’s daughter
Miracle poem.
Miracle love poem.
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