Should I write something more? Any suggestions?
She sucked my essence, out of the ether into the space between our lips Fibers uniting
There is something about a woman who exudes totality A radiance that commands on looker… swirling like Medusa her strands of hair the snakes fro…
I stare down the broken surface of the mad hatter’s tea cup, the symbols stained on his trigger… grasshoppers, cranked back to laun… their ravaging plague onto me;
I like the look of autumn leaves On cold wintery steps Fragile in their beauty. Wilting in their vulnerability Easy to crush if not careful.
I need your cosmic warmth beside m… To feel your body weight meld into… To know I am not lost You, not lonely. Simply ensuring we are not wasting…
Shadowed by an over-arching banana… a constant reminder of my failures I sit on a lonely island, a castaway of broken dreams success seven lucky seas away.
I am circulating perpetually on the way round. I hope this is not the u-bend of t… that takes us from where we are go… not, forever bound.
You are looking down at a river That runs off into a horizon Thinking of what we feel seems to… With someone. But there is something you must re…
A symphony of the selfish thoughts… Thoughts that were once so clever… now overpowered by the clatter and… Far from mine. Perhaps I was thinking of an emot…
Gnashing razors foamed at the neck tearing flesh from the innocent, the boy cried wolf, red graffiti o… no one listens.
A bicycle, I see submerged in wat… Its spokes suffocating, waiting fo… What roads it must have taken? A… It is destined to lie in that swam… A slumbering relic of a past memor…
Wading in a pond of emotions not knowing how to swim with an instrument he has no control over, the fisherman skinny dips the surf…
I took the small words on paper in… and watched them implode around me first its edges, gently my fingers pressing down to submer… the center full of water
The sound of rain outside my dusty window is pleasant static to my ears Although it keeps my body awake, it soothes my mind, into a place
The fuse of your time bomb fizzes, juices flowing escorting cancerous puss through your honeycombed pores sealed scabs like plugholes
