Missing Mornings | Poem

Stainless steel left a stain on my skin Not sure where the pain stops and my body begins Oh, please, please let me in seeing you again–you’re a friend Now I won’t ever get to get you and I don’t think I will ever get you But that don’t mean I won’t ever miss you…

Musings on Love | Volume 1

~Sweet, Speculative Dreams~ In this life I’ve come to know many types of love. The terrifying, the profound, the kind, the cruel. The fleeting and the everlasting–the sun’s raging heat and the moon’s light of ivory cool. And in your warm, fluttering hands upon your deep, sweeping chest, you hold them all. ~ Fractured Hearts…

Individualism | Song

It’s okay to preach  that love is all we need  because at the end of the day  Only the simple will believe  Because if love is all I need  Then why can’t I use it to pay  For my house, for my car, for my debt,  To feed my love, to feed my child?  It’s…

love in time | poem/song

even if we don’t talk for years and years I’ll still hold you close to my heart even when time separates us you’ll always be apart of my life, of my life and I won’t make a promise that I can’t keep and you won’t fall to time I can guarantee and you won’t fall…

trading eyes | poem

mustn’t trade souls for I do not what is foreign. trading eyes– just for a small time!– will let us see this world in a new light from a different life. I see how the sunlight swallows the shadows to make this old city something golden, but only from your eyes. from mine you tell…

Yuki-Onna | Poem

Dark coils of raven hair whitened by winter’s snow Skin pale and blue from antiquated rage and the unrelenting, tumultuous cold Poised in a glistening meadow of snowflakes, of ice To steal the souls and petrify the bodies of any mortal life A disconcerted but enchanted mortal would wander to her form Too entranced to…

Plight of Obsession | Poem

the phoniest of flattery the most lascivious of lies the cacophony of coquettish ramblings: all are the plights of an unreciprocated obsession, not born out of love, but of rabidly ill intent. ~ Sammicakes

lavender and blackberry sleep | poem

slip into consciousness at the touch of cotton soft skin and contrasting fingertips. eye the waving sultry curls of blond against brown locks, after closing the satin blinds, drawing in closer the four walls, existence beyond glistening and diminishing into small nothingness. the nothingness slips away, slips away, slips away… understand the importance of this…