Not anything more than an idea taken from a scene played on a box of of two people living loving Just writing ideas, the same mixed about my words, read by others, gone gone away from my mind to theirs… Advertisements Continue reading Writing, Just
My thoughts at this place and time wanting to fit this paper, and yet my words, flowing drifting over the edges, curling around the backside looking longingly onward, My thoughts of you never contained at one place on one piece of parchment, my hand writes your memory across the sea of wondering over and under the finely, spaced lines stopping, tripping over commas, trying to … Continue reading A Piece of Paper, Containing
Words, Any particular stream a flow of ideas, steady surely, flowing along not wanting to know exactly where the journey will lead us, Words, Having typed them released them, like Dandelion seeds blowing them into the air like birds not possessing cages nor ideas being bound the freedom seduces but corruption lurks just under the surface, Words, that delight, that soothe, that seduce those that … Continue reading Words, Not Being Able to Write
How many words comprise the life of one person? Starting out, living, going away how many thoughts how many tears and the years, Oh, how the years seemed to drag on at times slow in the beginning racing to the end of all ends, living in the warmth of summer shivering in the cold of winter waiting for the one season to end the other … Continue reading How Many Words?
El Relámpago words that disguise what she was what she wore what she wanted Un Éclair words that lure words that entice words that seduce what she wanted from me Et Lyn words that enlighten words that illuminate words that equal the sun’s brightness what she wanted when we made love Lightning words that enrapture words that endear words that describe what she wanted, not … Continue reading Lightning and Thunder, She Wore
Words delight and hurt as well, They tell us who we are and who we want others to be, My words, carefully said long thought out about not minced, nor swallowed like my pride tends to be, Words between you and I hidden thoughts, longings unsaid feelings, captured moments Just words, you know defining you and I… Continue reading Just Words, You Know
My cursive words crossed swords with her loving pen, scattering my love letters about the room, Her stare, cutting me down in the middle of my sentences made me see that she alone was the recipient of my passions, penned Denying all others from enjoying my thoughts… Continue reading My Cursive Words