November 2010
8 posts
Tonight. Every night. Forever.
I rushed through the sidewalk to reach home. Three blocks then I’ll be home. Three blocks. I stepped a big steps with a near run. The then sight of my front door gave me excitement. My walk turned into a run. I clicked in my key and entered. Vast darkness welcomed me. I took a deep breath of cinnamon and strawberry scent and immediately it relaxed my nerves. Cinnamon and strawberry, your...
The Mist of the Evening Downtown Pavement
Taxis strolling, traffic lights blinking, yellow lights envelopes the city. Fumes of beggar’s urine in the corner of every pavement. Tracks of vomit from a hard night’s drink. Boozed out nigga strolling in an invisible crooked track. Silly bitches shrieking with laughter as they are now high in stones. Homeless people on their cardboards snoring clutching their empty bottles of wisky....
Want to be with you every minute of the day.
There was a boy, an enchanting boy that was born today. I gaze at him in his glass window. I fell in love at first sight. His pink cheeks and his blue eyes, so adorable and his sweet smile, it just melt my heart. I waited. I patiently waited. My friends laughed at me when I told them that I’m in love with him. I patiently waited. Now he is a lad, throwing stones at a lake. I hid first...
NEW LOOK
You lay lifeless My hands on you I carefully caress Fading, your hue
I fall deeper Your new look I’m in love deeper I snap a photo with you
Your new scent It’s not perfume It’s the smell of death It perfectly suit you
I embraced you You’re now stiff It’s day two And I’m in bliss
I gear to your lips I’m now ecstatic I planted a deep kiss I’m now...
HE LAY STILL
He lay still. On our bed. The bed where we shared our intimacy, lust and power. Face so beautiful. Pale, chestnut curls, perfectly contoured lips, luscious amount of lashes. He lay still. I admired his beauty. I felt a surge of energy within me. I enjoyed the surge. He lay still. He is naked under the mountable amount of satins. He is naked over the ruby-colored damask. His body is white, slender...
PANDEMONIUM
I can hear the cracking of the walls. I can hear the squeaking of the concrete. It’s a scene of an earthquake except there is no any natural calamity. The wind outside is calm. But the house is shaking and walls are cracking and floors are breaking and house posts are giving up. I hug my comfort pillow as I lay on my bed. I hug my comfort pillow tighter. I try to ignore the chaos. I shut my...
WAITING.............. still waiting
This waiting is drying up all my creativity away. As I am only focused on one emotion of waiting that I am numbing myself in an attempt to not hurt myself, but still waiting. I now cannot formulate ideas, stories. My curiosity is minimal because of waiting for you.
I want the curious-me. The creative-me. I just miss and long for the me.
YOU ARE ALONE. I AM ALONE. CAN WE BE ALONE TOGETHER?