quagmire of sorts

I’m the homebody your momma warned you about, standing sentinel staring at Death as he shakes his ‘life-grip’ at me
Disabled, in a bombers wheelchair going three-sixty in a trench-coat-only zone... “You haven’t beaten this subject to death; you’ve just got it in a coma.”
I’m back-broken and re-looking for nonsensical drama, got any?

The speed-dating company’s my biggest fan ‘cause I still haven’t found a man. Boy, oh boy. This seems disjointed, now it’s time to re-mantle my brain and make some cents.
The news is good but the bones are tired from being crushed by the hurricane you appear to be.
There’s nothing left to talk about yet we keep talking.

A hollowed-out body full of soul, fire and passion. My mission if I choose to accept is to handcuff you to me and throw away the key.

killing me with a ballpoint pen

My heart not yet a whole, sort a match
“Who are you?”
“How do you do?”
A half now a whole...

A plea forced through lips
“I need you here, now and ever...”
And in this dream, shocking it may be
I see you and me: soul intertwined

The night was young:
An orange sunset, another memory;
How quickly happiness fades in the face of fear...
She sat, head in hands, hating herself... unable to
Breathe... she now knew...

Music calms the soul
Love calms the heart
He calms my body- fully
The waves lap at our feet
Surreal outer body,
Out of sight, out of mind,
Out... nowhere to be found
Clandestine arrivals

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and the winter began to thaw
as its day awoke & dawned
from its sleeping slumber

whisper campaign

the innocence in her eyes spoke volumes.
he wanted what he shouldn't have.
her bottom lip felt moist, warm & just a little rough from her near-constant gnawing at it.
his fingers grazed her hair and an electric current shot straight from her to him.
and all was silent as they stood; as their eyes met...

!!!

I’m stuck in a windowless room with the lights off staring at your face on a freight train...
This so totally sucks: why, why, why Delilah...
oh, sweetest composure...
That was a fad...
this is love... you are lust and I am fire...
caution signs are posted everywhere. If you want me beware.
It’s true what your morning paper said: friends do come and go...
it’s an indication of an altercation...
they wrote of love flowing from veins...
but you are written in my blood. Make me boil and burn from the inside out.

with a thump & a splatter

I see him standing there staring at my face, the tears staining my cheeks as they mix with the red of my blush. I see him... with awe in his eyes. A light bulb clicks ‘on’ in my head: I love this man and really don’t care how much it’s gonna hurt. I see him looking at me, standing there with my heart in his hand... and I don’t care that he might crush it swiftly between his fingers.
In my head I see through his eyes: he sees my heart in his large palm, pumping the very blood now rushing to my face in overbearing amounts. He stares at the heart as it pumps, pumps, pumps my love for him. He stares at his hand and unknowingly turns his hand over so slowly. It’s like time hates us so much she just stopped moving with us.
Nooooo! No! No! My head aches, my stomach lurches. My heart stops pumping, pumping, pumping as it no longer beats in his hand. He sees the shock my eyes now own and turns away from my dead limp body, my heart lying in a pool of my own blood beside me.
This is going to hurt in the morning!

vandag sien ek!

today i see
i always thought i knew you,but found i only knew a facade. i dreamt you knew me, from the inside out, upside down, bottom to top. i took a journey to find me... each footstep took me closer to the radiance of you. today i saw two strangers walking hand in hand on opposite ends of a parallel line...today i see...today i see!

recycling is the way to go i believe...