That’s how one of favorite songs begins. It’s the truth of the love of my life. I’m not really sure she was ever real. I met her through a chat room. I talked with someone, and they “introduced us”. The problem was, I was living in the southern US, and she was a Canadian. The… Continue reading The Love of My Life (Is a Shady Lady)
My Life Had A map
My life had a map. I’m throwing it away. Remembering yesterday, So I can make today that day. Lived my life for tomorrow, Brought me pain and sorrow, Never happy with what I’ve got, Living life too cold or too hot. Stepping out on the ledge I’ve spent my life being where I’m supposed to… Continue reading My Life Had A map
One
Everything he owned now fit neatly in a cardboard box. A burnt picture. A collection of poetry that he kept in his safe, and the burnt pieces of leather and chain, a melted hunk of brass resembling a flower, half a silver set of wings, and the two rings that he wore his whole… Continue reading One
On the Porch
So, the girl I thought was “snotty” in 6th grade rode my bus. I would always hope to sit next to her. In 7th grade, we took a class picture, and I managed to find myself right next to her. The summer between was rough. The end of the school year, I broke my arm… Continue reading On the Porch
Arabian Nights
Arabian nights as dark as your hair, Arabian days, without you there, The green Tigris waters, remind me of your eyes, In the wind I hear your sighs. So far away, I long to kiss your lips, To hold you close and caress you with my finger tips. Without you the dessert is so cold,… Continue reading Arabian Nights
The Gentle Breeze
The gentle breeze whispers your name, stirring hot passions like a flame, To see your eyes and see your smile, I’ve longed to see them all this while. With clouds drifting by like sky-born ships, I think of kissing your sweet lips. A cold breeze gales, The full moon pales, Without you here, To hold… Continue reading The Gentle Breeze
The First Time I Saw her
I moved to a new school in 6th grade. I started a few weeks after classes began, so I was playing a little catch up. The other students knew each other pretty well, so I was trying to get into the social structure. That is a tough age to begin with, and being new didn’t… Continue reading The First Time I Saw her
This Time of Year
There are songs that take you back. For me, one of those is “This Time Of Year,” by Better than Ezra. They’ve always been one of my favorite bands, and I’ve seen them live a couple times. “This Time Of Year,” is sentimental, like the fool I am. The memory I have most is… Continue reading This Time of Year
Emerald Eyes and Blue Eyed Fools
Your emerald eyes are such lovely tools, To turn men like me into blue eyed fools, Desiring to tie my tongue to yours, And expend Passion’s wartime stores. To take my time to kiss you everywhere, Run my fingers through your midnight black hair. Run my lips over your thighs, Your approval with your sighs.… Continue reading Emerald Eyes and Blue Eyed Fools
Why am I here?
In school, I would write poetry for creative writings, and occasionally, some of these themes would work into my poetry for class. I would protect those feelings for fear that someone would criticize.
Simplicity of Love 