Throwback: Pleasurably Sinful Sight

So I’m doing a throwback friday. I have my own kind of throwback. This one was hmmmm.  yeah…  It’s a pleasurable sinful sight When lovers meet It was art at first sight Our eyes meet A meeting of the mind A loving of the hearts His eyes are all I see In a room full…

Day of Sorts

It was a day of sorts, She was hurt, She cried that day, Her sadness overwhelming. It was a day of sorts, He watched her cry, His heart broke, So held her. It was a day of sorts, She held onto him for sanity, When nightmares threatened to take over He brought her back to…

You’re My Tattoo

My protector touches my back, I feel it then, It’s always the same feeling, The feeling of knowing, The feeling of home, My mind instinctively wanders to the first time his hand touched my back The day his hands branded mine, In the presence of our clans, As he said his vows to me, When he…

A Wedding of Tears

“Come, it is time, we will be late.” She says I look at her and close the door, It is time, I hear women’s voices outside my room, Excitement is in the air, Celebrations are underway, I hear them say that the house of my father is happy That I have made them proud, Chanting blessings…

Let Go

Let go. Let go. One finger at a time Let go Let go I held on too tight Let go Let go He slipped through my fingers And onto another’s hands he held on Let go Let go He no longer looks at me like he used to My stretch marks that carried our sons…

Like Clockwork

He has me guessing his intentions She has to guess my motives. Am always guessing his next move. Like a bishop on a chess board With a smile on his face He knows he keeps me guessing Never to find out what he’s really doing Surprising me when he’s done Only to make me wonder…

On This Bed

It’s on this bed my life was at its brightest On this bed I found bliss On this bed I kissed him till my heart was content for a little while It is on this bed I knew what lonely tears felt like When the arguments threatened to destroy us When he walked out on…

First Step

He looks happy He drives me crazy It’s the little things Like the way he just looks at me without really hearing a word I said I wish he could say something back But he just keeps silent and eventually walks away He’s the quiet type I’m talkative one But I’ve seen him laugh more…

Wrists And All That

I wrote this when I felt I had no way out but suicide. Most times we feel as if our lives are heading nowhere. No good in sight. Just pain. I forgot what made life beautiful. It’s the simple things. It’s always the simple things. Sometimes my wrists look pretty enough to slash, When the…

Two Faces

Love, Or should I call it lust, I know not which is my choice, I see two faces, My love has two faces, And here I say, For the first time, I am in love with two men, And I know not which one is my fate, The dreamer, Or the realistic One is my…

The Soldier’s Promise

“Goodbye my love, I promise I will be back.” Those were the last words he said to her, As he picked up his heavy bag and walked out of their home, To fight a war that would never end, His back fading in the distance is the only memory she has of him, Awaiting the…

The Masquerade Mistress

So I saw this picture and I thought I had to write a story about it. It’s 1979 I remember the year but not the month or day I think someone is following me Maybe I’m paranoid Years of loneliness have made me paranoid The music is too loud I can’t stand the noise People…