Sunday, October 27, 2013

Blue Checkered Boy.

Blue checkered boy of the elegant script,
Your shoulder imprinted briefly on mine.
With sleep haunting those droopy hooded eyes,
Wisps of coffee with every word,
I became entangled at every syllable,
Unaware of the mess that lay between.

Blue checkered boy of the jaded tenor,
The lines of your silhouette in the corner of my eye.
Fingertips stained with ink and nicotine,
Igniting flames and my imagination.
I am lured like the clueless firefly to a paragon of beauty,
The veil of a tormented soul.

Blue checkered boy of the languid movement,
The lazy curve of your smile sends a shiver
Down the length of my back.
Such ignorance of the power you hold,
Of the destruction that awaits
Any interest that may lie in you.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Anti Muse.

anti muse

something in that languidness

that kills the creativity

halts formation of words

distracts the heart

so i may only dream

of all the

hopeless longing desire

instead of writing it down.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Confession No. 61

I am smitten

I want to take a dip in your mind

Let myself sink into its deepness

Watch tiny bubbles of awe float

Let my perfume linger

Leave an imprint of my being

I want to tickle your mind

Make you feel as I am

I am smitten. 


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