To me love is not a cup of morning coffee before work accompanied with a cuddle or a candle light anniversary dinner. It’s playing with fire, not seeking warmth, not the comfort of a shelter, it’s being thrown in the storm. It’s kissing in the middle of a parking lot under the pale moonlight with whiskey dangling on our breaths, trying to find ways to … Continue reading What love is to me
Odd Tuesdays, curled up in bed Building stories upon words once said Numb and still she lays With a loss of spirit, apetite and sleep Staring at parallel walls, she helplessly weeps With nothing really left to say Fighting days of inertia Sore limbs looking for courage You’ll wonder how this wonder woman can look so small Some days taking over the world Some … Continue reading 22 girls in 1
Look at her. Doesn’t she make you curious? Don’t you wonder what makes her? Walking around with sheer fearlessness She looks invincible right? All you see is the little black dress she wears, Not the scars hidden beneath. All you see is her bright red lips flashing the most exuberant smile in the world, Do you know how much they have been through? Screaming nights … Continue reading Little Black Dress
I will burn too damn fast. And fizzle out just too soon. Before you catch up with my fire, Ill be done. It’s what I do. Don’t touch me or get too close, for I will soon retreat. Don’t be aroused by my puerile charms, I will cause you such catastrophe. A plant of strange contradictions. Fierce branches fighting to cut one another. Sometimes … Continue reading RUN
Bad boys no more come Wearing black leather jackets or jeans too tight With a cigarette in their hands on equally black dirt bikes They don’t come with warning signs or whistling woes They don’t stare you down from your chest to your shoes They’re not the ones your mother warned you about. The ones that grab your rack to look cool in a crowd. … Continue reading BAD BOYS
To escape the cacophony of the fake laughter and loud music, she stormed out to the dark alleys . Racing through the side walk, not knowing where it leads, making her way to the lonesome valley. Afraid to leave a trail of her footsteps behind, so they could trace her through the woods. Jumbling, stumbling, fumbling. She ran as fast as she could. While the … Continue reading Empty bottle of Champagne
They say I wear too many hats. It’s a little too much of this and a little too less of that. Make it rhyme some more or try your hand at prose? Paint the leaning tower of Pisa or a yellow rose. Go now and own that stage or forever stand in the bleachers. Sing me a fairytale, oh wait, stop! You’re a screecher! Dance … Continue reading TOO MANY HATS?
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