Glimpse

Glimpse Of Something I imagine The Universe is allowed to make mistakes... It fixes its own-self and erases the accidents that it makes... Time and people disappear... Intangibles we are told to hold dear... Time is to be kept and glorified with silver and gold bands... People are bound by ticking of minute hands... Stories... Continue Reading →

Narcoleptic Nomad VIII

Narcoleptic Nomad VIII I dream of my ancestors dancing across the black sanded beaches of Italy... I wonder if they looked like me... With hair darker than the coast and sunsets as romantic as their hearts... Sweet wine... Fragrant vines... Stones and spirits as old as time... Escaping such love is a crime... A baroque... Continue Reading →

An Ode To ‘Dirty Dancing’

🖤Dirty Dancing🖤 Familiar songs bring comfort and pleasant memories... Her heart goes, bump bump... As her kisses come in three's... His heart goes, bump bump... Giggles turn to sighs.. Her heart goes, bump bump... Cradled, unlike a baby, though she cries... His heart goes, bump bump... Plush cotton heavy on the skin... Her heart goes,... Continue Reading →

101 Lovers

Paul Brouillette Photography 101 Lovers One hundred lovers and not one love... It flutters away more quickly than the wings of a dove... The delicacies and stirrings from below... Surely one may drown from the undertow... One hundred and one lovers, one hundred more words... One could fly higher than the birds... One hundred times,... Continue Reading →

Narcoleptic Nomad VII

Narcoleptic Nomad VII The structures and sounds fill the heavens above the city, as I dream of Russia... I float amongst the sky line and remain in awe of all it's power and glory... Domed cathedral rooftops decorate the sky and seem to touch the stars... The colors stimulate my brain in new ways, my... Continue Reading →

Narcoleptic Nomad III

Narcoleptic Nomad III I dream of Australia... What land to behold... There are deadly creatures that lurk in every nook and cranny... Terrain and wilderness rule... I dream of it's coast and the respect it demands... Dreams will never suffice, I shall humble myself within the realm of the Aussie Lands... -Madamchryzl- To My Lovely... Continue Reading →

Off To The Side

Off To The Side I have allowed myself to grow rather sick... My stomach never settles and the air is always thick... My palette only craves wine and spirits... The darkness is comfort and the light fears it... I search for nothing all day and night... Nothing holds any fright... Everything is dizzy and misshapen...... Continue Reading →

Wednesday Song-Ben E King- Don’t Play That Song

Don't play it no moreDon't play it no moreDon't play it no moreNo no no no no no noDon't play that song for meIt brings back memoriesThe days that I once knewThe days that I spent with youOh no! Don't let it playIt fills my heart with pain!Please stop it right away!I remember just what... Continue Reading →

Speculation

Speculate Your Own Hate Speculation is just as dangerous as infatuation... One can assume... But it is their own mind that they consume... You can only know, if you inquire... Anything else, set it to fire... Let ashes blow away, let the burned remains bring in something new... The only thing you are ever truly... Continue Reading →

Cannon You silently roared through like a cannon... There was no safe place to stand in... You scattered me across the galaxy and into a darker world... Into oblivion my heart was hurled... Devastating all that surrounds me... There is no returning, though the others plea... Your ammunition was unlike any other kind... I wish... Continue Reading →

Derivatives Photo By: MadamChryzl Sensation exists because of deprivation... Boundaries are given on basis of stipulation... Longing develops when one stands in the right place... Agony will never depart with out a trace... Scars can be beautiful and not all leave a mark... Discomfort has its place the boundaries need not be stark. Voids exist... Continue Reading →

Amore Mio

Amore Mio - A tribute to Leon & Mathilda "The Professional" His presence was like static to her finger tips... Instantly, his shoulders had always belonged to her lips... He made her pant and the air hard to breathe... All that he took; surely, he was a thief... Uncommon and a sight, their differences were...... Continue Reading →

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