i had my fingers in her ghost
cracking her shell
starving pieces fell upon dusty sheets
and dim light pierced crevices

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flowers were placed random about her soul
roots grabbing hold
careful not to rip them out
her heart will come with

*

after i finish making her whole for awhile
she returns to a statue form
to ghostly manners
and faraway thoughts of when she was alive

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love forms at the corners of her black lips

Unfolding across the parchment’s expanse,
Ink flows, an unwritten tale in my hands.
Each letter takes its place, an ember’s dance,
Igniting thoughts, emotions at my command.

The smolder starts, a gentle touch of pen,
A meeting of souls, where worlds intertwine.
Silent sparks ignite, and words transcend,
Conveying depths beyond mere prose or rhyme.

But alas, my dear, I stumble in vain,
For every verse to you, to us, I weave,
Begins with passion, yearning, an untamed flame,
Yet ends in ash, as if it cannot grieve.

Our poetry, a mirror of desire,
Reflecting the fire that burns within,
The hunger, the longing that won’t expire,
Ink stained with echoes of love’s black-toothed grin.

Yet try as I might, I cannot complete
A poem that encapsulates our whole,
For our love’s essence, too vast, too fleet,
Defies the confines of language’s scroll.

It’s like capturing the essence of air,
Or bottling the scent of morning dew,
To grasp our passion, a task so rare,
As fleeting as the dreams that lovers choose.

So let the words dissolve in gentle pyres,
Let the ashes scatter with the wind’s caress,
For in those fragments, remnants of desires,
Lies the truth of love, that we dare confess.

Our poetry, an echo of the past,
A testament to moments, sweet and grand,
Though it may crumble, it will always last,
In hearts entwined, forever hand in hand.

each letter starts the smolder
as the pens tip touches
ever so lightly
sparks silently start

i can never finish a poem to you
without it turning to ash

our poetry reminds me of our passion

she wrote a little bit like chaos
like ramshackle 
like a hurricane slamming against the east coast of my heart
ripping up roots
and flooding my depths

she wrote a little bit like chaos
like pandemonium
like a kaleidoscopic tumble through rainbow adornments
falling into words
and drowning in poetry

In the realm of simplicity,
Amidst shapes and characters free,
Letters, like old friends we’ve known,
Become woven blankets we’ve sown,
Providing solace, comfort, grace,
Wrapping us in their embrace.

In the tapestry of our lives,
Words hold the power to contrive,
Miracles, if we allow,
Their magic to gracefully bow,
To soothe and heal the heavy heart,
A balm that mends what’s torn apart.

Tonight, I pen these lines for you,
To lift the burdens that you accrue,
My words, like gentle hands that guide,
Ease the weight you carry deep inside,
So holster that destructive aim,
For simple words can quell your flame.

There’s no challenge, no despair,
That cannot be eased with words we share,
If only we surrender, let them in,
Allow their healing path to begin,
For in the realm where silence ends,
Words emerge as cherished friends.

That Time Emily Believed

Emily stumbles through life’s made-up maze,
Tripping over windows, innuendos, and whimsical days,
In search of something so elusive and grand,
With every misstep, she finds herself in a new magical land.

Emily’s heart flutters madly, a celestial dance,
She falls for each star, caught in love’s trance,
But alas, they do not reciprocate her affection,
Leaving her grounded with love’s painful rejection.

Love’s luster fades as it shines too bright,
Not a diamond’s gleam, but the neon’s light,
The flickering hum on a Saturday nights eve,
Misleading her hopes, making it hard to believe.

Emily confuses the false for what’s true and real,
In a world where facades impede and conceal,
Hoping for honesty and sincerity to prevail,
But finding pretense at every turn in the damn trail.

Through the town, she wanders, with expectations askew,
Tears streaming in the pouring rain reminds of love’s cruel brew,
A broken heart echoes within her sore chest,
Shattered promises, aching, and sleepless unrest.

Yet she carries on, leaving petals in her wake,
Like roses adorning a bride’s blissful quake,
But Emily’s path is not for the ordinary fare,
It weaves through the forest with a whimsical flair.

Emily knows that life’s twists and bends,
Hold magic and wonder that never truly ends,
She walks with resilience, her spirit unbowed,
Finding beauty in chaos, making others proud.

She stumbles, she falls, she rises with glee,
Embracing the whimsy, refusing to see,
The world through a lens of despair and gloom,
For Emily’s heart remains in a celestial bloom.

So let her walk on, with her heartstrings untamed,
Unfazed by the hurdles, her love is unrestrained,
Emily, the dreamer, the wanderer, the sprite,
Dances through life’s whimsical light.

In the realm of passion’s fire,
Lust fuels my burning desire.
With verses short, I’ll paint the scene,
Of my pursuit, raw and lean.

Her naked form, a work of art,
I yearn to watch each graceful part.
As skin glides and shivers in delight,
I’m captivated by this tempting sight.

Her liquid essence, a sensual flow,
Ignites my senses, tempts me so.
In wanton pride, she basks and gleams,
Her eyes, a dance of sultry dreams.

Her nails, like claws, with fervor snap,
As ecstasy surges, without a gap.
I crave to feel her wicked touch,
To revel in this passion’s clutch.

Longing to witness her back, arch and break,
Her body a canvas, in passion’s wake.
Quivering lips, with yearning they plead,
For pleasures untold, that we both need.

In the realm of carnal lust and sin,
I’ll teach her want, her desires within.
Together we’ll explore the depths of pleasure,
Where our souls entwine, beyond all measure.

So come, my love, let’s indulge this lust,
In a symphony of passion, we’ll both combust.
Within our embrace, we’ll find ecstasy,
And merge our desires, you and me.

i want to watch her naked
her skin move
and her liquid flow
i want to watch her proud
her eyes roll
and her nails snap
i want to watch her long
her back break
and her lips quiver

i want to teach her lust
and want
and me 

In solitude’s embrace, I find comfort,
Amidst the bustling throngs, I dwell,
A solitary soul amidst the masses,
An enigma they can never truly tell.

The world, a sea of faces, teeming,
Yet my heart remains untouched, void,
Each passing day, its emptiness a beacon,
As life’s ephemeral threads are destroyed.

Voices rise, clamoring for attention,
But their words fall on deafened ears,
In silence, I seek my own dimension,
Where solitude’s symphony reverberates clear.

Loves arrive, their flames fierce and bright,
But I, a fleeting specter, can’t commit,
For in the shadows, I yearn for the dark,
To bask in the tranquil beauty of being unfit.

Alone, I wander through the corridors of existence,
Seeking the solace of my own companionship,
Amidst the chaos, I find my own island of sorrow,
And embrace the serenity of a solitary trip.