Category: Uncategorized

Genres: Breakup, Denial, Friendship, Hurt, Love, One-sided, Painful, Relationships, Sad, Unrequited, Used

Your mouth leaves bruises and it makes me forget.
Forget you’re anything but mine and
tonight is all we have
and you’re lying.
Lying to yourself and a girl who is powerless to unlove you
because somehow it doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter when you’re holding me
that you’ll leave soon after.
Because it’s so easy to ignore the future
when you’re on top of me
trailing kisses down a familiar path
and when your lips burn bright
so I don’t think about the aftermath.
It doesn’t matter,
because we’re so good you make me forget
and you count on that.
So why agonize when you’re here
that soon you’ll be there
but there has to be something more that keeps you coming back
and you’ll always make sure I forget that.

* * * *…

 Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

“I’ll never cover the beauty of the written word by being cosmetic,
Only to reveal the inner beauty from within the word by being poetic.” -S.Rohn

~Every Moment~

Sometimes we set ourselves back,
Everything we once had, disappeared as we shifted off track,
Everyday we struggle to find our way back.
The pain is buried so deep,
That a smile on our face is hard to keep,
Yet another battle on our own we have to defeat.
Why is the glory of the finish line so hard to reach?
When we find that our mistakes often repeat,
A lesson for our children should not be hard to teach,
Spots and area’s of our life and past are faded like bleach.
How do we keep coming back when we fall so hard?
The important moments in our life we often discard.
We worry so much what other people…

Genre: Shitty love story, sugar breasts, erotic, obsession wit Danish assholes, dark love letter

6:20 pm. Arrival in Viborg, Denmark. He offers to carry my backpack and kicks up a piece of shiny quartz from the gravel. Lots of those around here, he says indifferently. He doesn’t notice me slipping the quartz into my pocket, the closest we’ll ever get to exchanging jewellery.

4:01 pm. I lie under the comforter, fall asleep while he is watching Brideshead Revisited and calling out the lines. I wake up as he pulls me out of my comforter cave. He sniffs my shoulder. No kissing. His face twists with seriousness, purgatory. He doesn’t take his glasses off when he goes to sleep. He turns me around, and back, can’t make up his mind, looks into my eyes by mistake. I face his wrath, obediently turn away, push back. The light from the laptop screen…

 Genre: Love, Rhyme, Relationship

 My love, you swear on me
Please return me,
The love and care of your enticing eyes
Please return me my lost galas to precise

My mind can never forget that blissful moment
When your youth glimpsed my love,
And there were emotions and grace all around
I gifted all those emotions to your voice
Please return me back those songs and emotions
Please return me my lost celebrations

I still remember that moment of my life
I got drunk through your serving eyes
And felt goose sperms through every pore of my body ,
When my hands touched your tender and soft skin
Please return me back that protent grace
Please return me my lost space

I have seen your glimpse once
My heart desires to see you again
And love you in the full moon night ,
By considering your shadow as white lotus…