Category Archives: Muse
Thank you, thank you not
Thank you for reminding me how great flip-flops are Thank you for the days that I woke up with a smile Thank you for being my muse, and inspiring me to write all that I did about you Thank you
Thank you, thank you not
Thank you for reminding me how great flip-flops are Thank you for the days that I woke up with a smile Thank you for being my muse, and inspiring me to write all that I did about you Thank you
Same old song
I am troubled by your blasphemous disdain. It is appalling how you constantly refer to writers as fickle. Especially when you are unappreciative of what was written for and about you. As writers, we do not envision something new. We
Same old song
I am troubled by your blasphemous disdain. It is appalling how you constantly refer to writers as fickle. Especially when you are unappreciative of what was written for and about you. As writers, we do not envision something new. We
October
You come to me, your Jesus, With legs spread, begging. Sitting there, nude, as an Unravelled mystery. But, I am your shackles. Holding You down, stroking your Conscience. Your thoughts Drip onto my tongue. You Cry out that you cannot
October
You come to me, your Jesus, With legs spread, begging. Sitting there, nude, as an Unravelled mystery. But, I am your shackles. Holding You down, stroking your Conscience. Your thoughts Drip onto my tongue. You Cry out that you cannot
Untitled
She inquired As to how I could write a poem But not yet give it a title I told her God created you And yet you were born without a name
Stephanie
You’re a liar But an honest one You speak words that Melt in my hands When I write Letters and emotions Are just a game And you know exactly How to play
You turn me inside out
Let’s meet in a dark alley and talk about it How your name is the only one I want to say out loud Uncontrollably How our bodies cast shadows on the walls Projecting our abstract thoughts How the rolling thunder
You turn me inside out
Let’s meet in a dark alley and talk about it How your name is the only one I want to say out loud Uncontrollably How our bodies cast shadows on the walls Projecting our abstract thoughts How the rolling thunder
Anatomy of an angel
She’s cinematic With razor-sharp cheeks Innocent lips And a tongue that silently misbehaves She smiles more at night, when there’s no color Highlighting her beauty spots, like my favorite quotations But you can’t leave out her fine print collarbone Nor
Anatomy of an angel
She’s cinematic With razor-sharp cheeks Innocent lips And a tongue that silently misbehaves She smiles more at night, when there’s no color Highlighting her beauty spots, like my favorite quotations But you can’t leave out her fine print collarbone Nor
Shrine
It’s why I go to sleep To see that dreamy face of yours I wake up in the middle of the night Just so I can see that smile The one you get when you’re dreaming of me I look
LITTLE TALKS 