Posts Tagged: Muse

Some nights

I carve her body into a poem Opening up the dark side of my mind She’s like cigarette burns on my conscience

Some nights

I carve her body into a poem Opening up the dark side of my mind She’s like cigarette burns on my conscience

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

Urotica

Roses are red Violets are blue Oh, yes, baby I’m fantasizing about you

Urotica

Roses are red Violets are blue Oh, yes, baby I’m fantasizing about you

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

My love is a blues guitar

Pop the latches Open up my chest Dust me off and Tune my broken heart Strum your fingers Along my ribcage And maybe Just maybe I’ll play you a tune

My love is a blues guitar

Pop the latches Open up my chest Dust me off and Tune my broken heart Strum your fingers Along my ribcage And maybe Just maybe I’ll play you a tune

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

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