Stolen (Part 4 of a series called What is Love?)
Inspire me.
Send away my breath to be lost.
Make my heart pitterpatter in anticipation.
Let me be loved.
Watch me wonder.
Fascinate me with your tender joy and constant hope.
Secure my locket in your grasp.
Show me grace.
Offer warmth.
Take me to your secret homeland.
Forever in your riveting gaze I will be safe.
You’ve stolen me.
I’ve stolen you.
Hand in hand we will lie under the moon’s midnight glow.
Forget your pain and walk onward.
Dream our dreams.
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Daughter of Eve (Part 3 of a series called What is Love?)
Daughter of Eve,
you followed in her footsteps.
As the dawn of a new day approached,
you ate of the forbidden fruit and without shame
your tongue traced the plains of his chest
and your taste buds were alive with the essence of passion for the first time.
No berries could satisfy your hunger
when compared to this apple’s tender flesh
and at best
the times you spent intertwined among his limbs,
fusing your healing scars with his
and his crooked heart with yours,
were your Garden of Eden.
And when you were made to part
it was with the Knowledge
that good and evil cannot be so different from each other
for without one there is not the other
and without the other one cannot survive;
And so your hunger thrived.
But this apple was long used to being bitten by beauty
and left to rot among the roots of his mother Earth,
so when you left, Daughter of Eve,
you left him empty.
He feared the Lord
and in you absence he was left to endure
the endless burrowing of worms trailing mistrust in his decaying soul.
Upon you last return
his embrace left you coated in ice
and frost brought silence to the Garden
where once a dewy sunrise brought hope.
Unable to cope with the guilt of a good turned evil,
he sent you back to Adam covered in bruises
and with hatred in your heart.
The anger blazed like wildfire until the Garden was but a bitter wasteland.
And when the last flame burnt out,
the wind whispered soft nothings in your ear
and you knelt as if in prayer,
cupped the soil in your hands,
and planted the first seed
of your new life.
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Bite Me ‘Till I Bleed (Part 2 of a series called What is Love?)
They say hearts beat red but my veins bleed blue,
de-oxygenated blood because I’m breathless over you.
And as you twist the tourniquet tighter ‘round my heart,
I’m begging for salvation, for the pain to cease and naught more start.
I taste the poison on your tongue, the venom laced along your lips,
I feel your teeth tear through my flesh, the blood that slowly, gently drips.
The slow ocean current calls softly to me.
Like the calm before the storm, I let it drift me out to sea.
Undertow rips me limb from limb and plunges me deep,
Hurricane thunder caresses my broken pieces and lays me to sleep.
On the smooth ocean floor, a peaceful bed of sand,
Resting soundly, save of saviours, ‘tis where the cursed lovers stand.
My body seeps blue and my lungs are void of air,
and while my heart’s no longer beating red its bloodied scars lay bare.
This flame has no more candles, you say “She loves me not.”
The last petal falls, memories become secrets, lest they be forgot.
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Fresh (Part 1 of a series called What is Love?)
Strings of emotion,
stringing together
the tangled physics
of our physical connection
making chemistry
out of our intimacy
and starting forest fires
from the heat
of our passion.
And even after all the math,
we two are still greater
than the sum of our parts.
The particles of our partnership
roll on parlay
as I struggle to avoid parley
with condescending eyes.
Faced with this parvenu - that’s you,
casting our sails
and departing to a new world, too…
It’s particularly painful
but it’s plain to see you’ve got my back
so I’ll hoist the anchor
and set us free.
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Did you know that you can bite off your finger as easily as you can bite a carrot? But your brain is like “No, don’t eat your finger.” So that’s why you can’t.
Via Tumblr's Funniestuh, about that…
I said I was gonna post poems and stuff… uh.. I’ll get around to it sometime v.v
…sorry.





