Category Archives: Literature
Read all about it
I can’t read the books that I picked up, fell in love with, and took home. I can’t read their pages, filled with love and torn romances, battered hearts and sad smiles, unmet glances and one-armed hugs. I can’t read
Read all about it
I can’t read the books that I picked up, fell in love with, and took home. I can’t read their pages, filled with love and torn romances, battered hearts and sad smiles, unmet glances and one-armed hugs. I can’t read
Whom do I have to call my own?
Bukowski had his hookers Fitzgerald had Zelda And Zelda had Fitzgerald Poe had his Annabel Lee Picasso had Fernande While Hemingway was with his Paris wife Foer and Krauss had each other And the other Dante had Lizzie Siddal But
Whom do I have to call my own?
Bukowski had his hookers Fitzgerald had Zelda And Zelda had Fitzgerald Poe had his Annabel Lee Picasso had Fernande While Hemingway was with his Paris wife Foer and Krauss had each other And the other Dante had Lizzie Siddal But
Your body is a wonderland
The way you arch your back is As beautiful as the tattered spine of my favorite book The curve of your lips Are the dog-eared pages that I keep going back to Your scars and stretch marks Are the highlighted
Your body is a wonderland
The way you arch your back is As beautiful as the tattered spine of my favorite book The curve of your lips Are the dog-eared pages that I keep going back to Your scars and stretch marks Are the highlighted
I’ve got something I think I really wanna tell ya
I should have told her I should have said You’re too beautiful to be looking at books And she would know That it meant I thought she was gorgeous Standing there on a 6-inch pedestal Just high enough for her
I’ve got something I think I really wanna tell ya
I should have told her I should have said You’re too beautiful to be looking at books And she would know That it meant I thought she was gorgeous Standing there on a 6-inch pedestal Just high enough for her
Nero’s muse
* DISCLAIMER: This was written by Nadia, the muse of my previous post “Nero” – https://incaseoflosspleasereturnto.wordpress.com/2012/07/17/nero/ I’d like to share something with you about her – She likes simplicity. That big wooden table would definitely have drawn her into the
Nero’s muse
* DISCLAIMER: This was written by Nadia, the muse of my previous post “Nero” – https://incaseoflosspleasereturnto.wordpress.com/2012/07/17/nero/ I’d like to share something with you about her – She likes simplicity. That big wooden table would definitely have drawn her into the
Pimps and pinups
I want you to feel me nestled inside you Where your heart once was As I give you life, then take it away You part your lips, to protest But I press my lips to yours And you struggle with
Pimps and pinups
I want you to feel me nestled inside you Where your heart once was As I give you life, then take it away You part your lips, to protest But I press my lips to yours And you struggle with
An estate of mind
It’s not being in the right state of mind. Your stomach is unsettled. Your arms ache, and you’re slightly light-headed. It’s past noon, but you still haven’t woken up quite yet. You feel a pulsating pain in your lower back,
An estate of mind
It’s not being in the right state of mind. Your stomach is unsettled. Your arms ache, and you’re slightly light-headed. It’s past noon, but you still haven’t woken up quite yet. You feel a pulsating pain in your lower back,
It starts with a smile
The possibilities are endless. But, it only takes one. The briefest of moments in eternity. Those with the worst of luck are the ones that meet someone in an airport terminal, and fate has them traveling in opposite directions. For
It starts with a smile
The possibilities are endless. But, it only takes one. The briefest of moments in eternity. Those with the worst of luck are the ones that meet someone in an airport terminal, and fate has them traveling in opposite directions. For
No one belongs here more than you
I dragged myself through the front door, fumbled for the light switch, plopped my keys onto the kitchen counter, and just stared at it. I’ve been avoiding it for quite sometime, especially since it grew twice a week. I groaned
No one belongs here more than you
I dragged myself through the front door, fumbled for the light switch, plopped my keys onto the kitchen counter, and just stared at it. I’ve been avoiding it for quite sometime, especially since it grew twice a week. I groaned
’til the third shot of tequila
Maybe this is what life looks like, when it is all written down on paper. Scratches that look like the scribbles of a madman. People walking around with pocket-sized Moleskine’s, one for every year. Within the black leather walls is
’til the third shot of tequila
Maybe this is what life looks like, when it is all written down on paper. Scratches that look like the scribbles of a madman. People walking around with pocket-sized Moleskine’s, one for every year. Within the black leather walls is
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