Bullet


Even with bruises 

Worn out bodies 

A mind that won’t stop thinking 

A body that remembers 

Love is love….

When the day grows old

A rapture in time 

Strawberries kisses 

And raspberry bites 

Drown me in them….

Suddenly I’m taken 

Speechless 

Drenched in my own making 

Not wanting more 

Nor less

Just giving up to pleasure 

Unspeakable 

Spent. 

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The no is 2.


The no is 2.

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2 glasses

 and I’m down the hall to you.

I can’t leave you even if I wanted to. 
2 hands

on the arc of the door to you.

One step to reality and another to Oz. So are you the wizard?
2 things 

I can’t deny 

That it’s a mess 

And yet it’s reality?
Can we fix ”tis house of cards 

Or crumble 

Do we let it burn?
2 tugs

 and I’m under.

Can’t escape the weight of your love and wonder. 

No more.

I want more. 
I’m leaving reality again for

 2 more hours,

Ours. 

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Canned or be canned.

Canned or be canned..

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Sometimes I stay silent not knowing what to say as I feel like I have nothing to give.
Other days I say too much and i struggle to swallow words not meant to exist.
I wonder about purpose. 

I wonder about my purpose ?

I’m sure I know He knows it. 
Sometimes the wall starts to close in a little.
I crawl away a little from the light, take comfort in the dark that is familiar. 
I try to play a little,

Read,

Write 

Draw something 

But that feeling.

Just gnaws till you address it.

Little a hamster on a wheel 

A fly in a wall

We try to live or observe.
So I live a little,

Observe to try a little 

And hope I give more juiced to existence before I expire. 

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