No title.
Lust with me. Love with me. Dance with me. Cry with me. Feel pain you’ve never felt before…
Violets are magenta Horses and placenta. Roses are definitely not magenta. Anarchy. ~C
I started a rhyme Then a thought chimed in And another And another So I thought about my thought
He came from a land of trees Cuz freedom wasn’t free enough Spoke with passion screaming from… And I was torn between hearing ev… And I had to take his torch
Cascading thoughts drifting into k… Of disbelief given the circumstanc… Around which I dance and give to… Trying extemporaneously to divulge That which cannot be taken
Uncontrolled, unparalleled, unstoppable, unfuckingbelievable. The child became a man before the man became a child. Has it ever been lost on those of us chirping loudest That we rely on...
I finally broke down and bought my… But it didn’t come wrapped up in p… Or carefully selected words. It surely wasn’t expected, But it came nonetheless:
The hand flirts in dangerous tides… As it travels through the midnight… Calm collected, undetected When the penetrating silence unend… A flip-flop slap
I love the irrationality of her si… strapped around her thigh like a g… Choking off the sights of stranger… And fearsome grunts of displeasure At envious lust in their own bough…
Chicken wire? Live wire? Unadorned attire Ripping apart One white-knuckled clench at a tim…
My fingers trace a path over the m… Smiles replace memories, the face… I trace down to the center, down t… What a beautiful journey! I’ve ne… Out-of-focus petals tease my eager…
Spritely darting to and fro A sunshine’s glimmer, toe to head Unexpected directions here to shim… It’s dimmer on the edges of a tran… She welcomes me in her mischief
The clock struck twelve and Cinde… From the truth That all change was inevitable. Her prince doomed from the start To place petals and sparkling fine…
What is it that brings one happine… For some it is a smile they can ma… Others that have done something ve… And for others, it is that you fee… When you can always cause someone…
When every day the turning sphere Advises below the trophosphere; I pen my thoughts with tools in mi… Soon enough we’re shown the tangle… ~C