Posts Tagged: Words

My tomorrow (part 2)

She gets up and walks towards the window.  She grabs her scarf from the chair and drapes it around herself.  The way the morning light reflects off of her naked body is poetic.  I follow her to the window, and I

My tomorrow (part 2)

She gets up and walks towards the window.  She grabs her scarf from the chair and drapes it around herself.  The way the morning light reflects off of her naked body is poetic.  I follow her to the window, and I

In ash, on a windy day

You still didn’t write Or do you, just for him? Is he keeping you busy? Does it take up too much of your time or his to do something you enjoy? Do you at least read though? Perhaps something other

In ash, on a windy day

You still didn’t write Or do you, just for him? Is he keeping you busy? Does it take up too much of your time or his to do something you enjoy? Do you at least read though? Perhaps something other

4×6 or A4?

A picture is worth a thousand words. I’d rather have the pages. All folded up and carried around in my wallet. The wrinkles and creases don’t distort the beauty of what’s written, they add to it. You can feel the

4×6 or A4?

A picture is worth a thousand words. I’d rather have the pages. All folded up and carried around in my wallet. The wrinkles and creases don’t distort the beauty of what’s written, they add to it. You can feel the

Letterhead

“If in order to comprehend one’s value one must suffer the absence that is a result of their negligence, then one does not deserve to be a friend. It’s worth a shot, giving them another chance but I’ve come to

Letterhead

“If in order to comprehend one’s value one must suffer the absence that is a result of their negligence, then one does not deserve to be a friend. It’s worth a shot, giving them another chance but I’ve come to

Salt, tequila, and lime

She’s some aphrodisiac But I wonder if your tattoos are scratch & sniff Because I want to breathe you in And fuck you with my words While she’d rather use her hands Licking off every trace of you As we savor

Salt, tequila, and lime

She’s some aphrodisiac But I wonder if your tattoos are scratch & sniff Because I want to breathe you in And fuck you with my words While she’d rather use her hands Licking off every trace of you As we savor

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

If you cannot be a poet, then be a poem

Her fingers melt between mine She turns my hands over Reading my palms, she writes my future She says that I could write amazing things I close my eyes Her fingers trace the burns on my arms As the burn

If you cannot be a poet, then be a poem

Her fingers melt between mine She turns my hands over Reading my palms, she writes my future She says that I could write amazing things I close my eyes Her fingers trace the burns on my arms As the burn

Placebo (part 1)

I was standing in an art gallery.  Staring at the wall.  Actually, it  was  a corner.  The point where two walls connect.  The walls are the same color.  But, the way the light shines over here makes one look darker

Placebo (part 1)

I was standing in an art gallery.  Staring at the wall.  Actually, it  was  a corner.  The point where two walls connect.  The walls are the same color.  But, the way the light shines over here makes one look darker

Scrabble

She lies on the bed Naked, and a bit nervous She turns her head to look at me I’m gathering up the small pale tiles I use them to write words on her body Describing everything about her I want

Scrabble

She lies on the bed Naked, and a bit nervous She turns her head to look at me I’m gathering up the small pale tiles I use them to write words on her body Describing everything about her I want

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