from my insides
dripping down my legs
and puddling beneath my toes
emotions, thoughts and words splayed out
for your judgmental eyes and minds to make
into what makes you feel something, anything
Older MenI like the...Older Men by isitdarkenoughx
wisdom you pour out like the expensive scotch
that you tell me is only for old souls
and men of who don't read those books
about the early twenties woman falling
for some young guy on a motorcycle
and no, I can't have any because
I'm one of those girls who reads that
type of book but can never finish it because
it's so unlike me, unlike you
and I'm falling for that age line
right beside your eyes and that smile
that tells me about those stories
of your childhood and young years
when you were one of those guys on a
motorcycle trying to woo a girl
who reads those types of books.
No, I don't like those guys.
Self EvaluationAnd so I glanced back at her with the eyes of scrutiny as if I could stare right through her soul and see the doubts, the flaws and the mistakes.Self Evaluation by isitdarkenoughx
EverythingI want you to put your hands on me.Everything by isitdarkenoughx
On my waist, grip the sides good and tight.
As I try to expand them when I take in my quickened breath.
But your grip is hard and I can only get enough air into
my lungs to keep me alert and make the moment
You have me, all of me.
SummerJust breathe.Summer by isitdarkenoughx
Push the air out of your lungs
between your lips
and onto my soaked skin.
Then I'll get those chills
that turn you on, turn me on
and we'll begin again.
Our dance between the sheets
that we never really need
and only get in our way
because before we're through
they are on the floor
remnants of our dance.
Like the marks on our skin
that are made in a half-lit
room with shadows moving
around us, trying to keep up
with our bodies.
Oh, how I missed the heat.
A Saucerful of Notions...that's more than I would risk to say I guess..A Saucerful of Notions by jmelisio
been there, done that plenty of times..
...'cause no matter what people say, it doesn't matter.
things always turn out to be as they should be- you know..
as for myself..
I would rather get in trouble for a thing that is worth the ride.
..or else I would just be fussing about right?
I'm not one to be playing around but still..
..who am I after all?
people say they can't live their lives without a sense of notions..
there's no more than half a do
you spell 'love' incorrectly.i have scars on my face,you spell 'love' incorrectly. by Whyles
you have bruises on your knuckles,
and here i am
for hurting your hand.
OhFingers in front of
laced in light.
The arid, shifting
desert of your palms.
Sand in the beachgrass,
Listen to the shell:
it will teach
what is alive.
Tell your children it was the ocean.
The whole world
can hear you breathe.
Are you innocent yet?
and long, dark hair.
May she never hear the name
that you whisper through the dark.
UndercurrentPeople hang lightbulbs,
made from wire
and amber bottles,
out their windows
and beneath flowerpots.
You can almost see
swimming just below
We are watching
We are watching
on the heart and lungs;
for ink that drifts
through your veins.
We are watching
young men build rafts
and telephone poles.
Waiting for a
to carry them
out to sea.