Fireworks in your eyes
The floor gives way beneath me
We float through a black crystal sky
The best part about kissing under the moon, is waiting for the butterflies to propel us into shooting stars.
Poetry
Lives
I’ve lived many lives
Witnessed many lies
I’ve loved them all
***
I will never understand why
hurt people hurt people
and why people love people
that make them cry
***
Tonight is another night
I get to fall asleep
Just to wake up
And fall in love with you again
At sunrise…
This Night
Lets not say goodnight just yet
Damn me, I’ve lost my sight
Of what’s true and desired
Giving up is easy, when you fear the fire
No crying ourselves to sleep tonight
I’d rather walk ten miles in the cold
We lay together in a bed, alone
No longer touching or holding
No longer dreaming on your shoulder
We fuss in an empty room
With nothing to hold on to
Howling and shrieking into the depths
Of madness and foolish plight
Broken and dragging each other down
I don’t wish for this to be our last night
If you tell me it is, I’d rather spend it by your side
Wipe my tears and kiss my lips
Hold me tight, and whisper blurred promises in my ear
We’ll make believe we are flying higher than ever
Through the rest of this night…
Cruising
Sorry, I’ve been away
3 months passed
Never looked back
But I knew I’d miss your face…
Tires burning across lonely concrete
Steering. Clearing my head
Reimagining worlds. Getting lost
In music and written words
Bleeding pens and broken led
Passenger seat full of mindless banter
Confessions and guilty lessons
I daydreamed of you and I
In an aqua paradise, sleeping
Under a flickering street lamp, kissing
In the snow, under a mistletoe
In a crowded cafe, under a turquoise moon
Silly pubescent cartoons
Silly, fucking, cruising
To Led Zeppelin
1:18 AM
I’m never wrong about the things I obsess over endlessly
Toss my whiskey at the screen
Alarms go off for me to wake up
But this isn’t a dream
Lovers Inferno
In this darkest night
A sadistic world with fiery caves
Banshees scorching the clouds
Reptiles with gargantuan appetites
In this rapturous plight
Our love will conquer everything
Rescued you from a hell
Far from home
Rescued you from a deep red sea
Adrift in fear
Stripped cold
Stranded alone
But, we shalt not drown
I feel the heat rise underneath
As we escape
Burning bridges, and slices of death
An inferno flaming beneath
Searing bones chest deep
Our magic will wake the dead
An eruption from a vicious sleep
Hold me tight
Squeeze me till my last breath
Uplifts you out of this evil pit
Dive into my tiger’s eye
Kiss me hard for this last time
Hard till you taste my soul
Imprison me within your heart
Until we reunite on the other side
Tuesday
I stare through an open, wide window
Breezy
Five feet away, in a frail wooden chair
Winged creatures sing to the morning clouds
I see my favorite garden of flowers
In a short distance. The sun rubs my face
Hands politely resting in my lap. No cig.
I smile at sweet passing thoughts
And, remember a dark and homely stranger
She told me I was beautiful
Records playing in the background
Oh, Nina Simone
I think I’m feeling good
Wicked
I created streams of pinot down your eggshell wall
Forgot the buns in the toaster, waiting for your call
I eat ice-cream in your bed because it gets me sticky n’messy
This headache screams you strayed again. Fuck’r wants to test me.
Stretched out. Entangled in your “day after” vanilla sheets
Plowing fists into the headboard provides no relief
I insanely burst at how playing the fool can sting
I howl at a cheating moon that no longer sings
As I scribble this lyric across your back wall mural
A line so insanely wicked, you will stumble upon as a bit serial
I’ll stab my i’s and slit my t’s
Bludgeon the “F“, and drag the tail on the “y” until it bleeds
Puffin smoke. Such a sexy bloke.
These lips now spit fire. I hope you choke.
Soul shaking through. Hoping you’ll return soon.
I’ve got some thing bloody wicked
…something wicked for you….
Willow Tree
I sit. I sat. I’m staying.
Under my willow tree.
Kicking tin. Hand full of gin.
Awaiting the moon. A star. A bleeding truth.
Pulchritudinous
Good Morning
I missed your pretty face
Touch of your curvy waist
Tell me you feel the same
Don’t turn away
I’m stuck in loving thoughts
Plum cherry lips
Plumped- pucker up
Undress me with your emerald eyes
I like the way you stare
Blueberry wavy hair
Admire how your coco freckles lie
I salute them from collar to sculpted back
Remembering your marvelous mystique
Statuesque physique. Strong. Soft. Hard. Tight. Open.
I tease. You exhale the scent of an ocean breeze
I pedal down your side. Detour your thighs and melon bottom
Dipping into sweet musk and daisies…
Love Notes and Dirty Dishes 