Posts tagged ‘Poetry’

November 17, 2010

Baby Zoey…

November sixteenth
is no longer ‘the day my father died’
i will still grieve on that day
but i will also celebrate
the life of Baby Zoey
a new life
to be lived
a new story
to be told
and hers will be beautiful
because she will always know
LOVE
from those near
and far
you are but a tiny bud
and watching you blossom
will be such a joy
please don’t grow too fast
and always know your beauty
and your worth
your name means LIFE
and for your doting parents
you have given it new meaning
you are blessing
a precious gift
welcome
Baby Zoey
November 16, 2010

this day…then.

so many things happened…
on this day, then…
things I wish I could change…
and forget…
you left this world…
and me…
maybe the world didn’t notice…
you slip away…
but I have felt…
the insatiable emptiness…
of your departing…
every minute…
of every day…
you left this world…
and me…
this day, then…
eighteen years ago…
and now you’re in a place…
where your heartaches…
are painless…
and your burdens…
are weightless…
but I’m still here…
in this world…
living without you…
but a part of me hasn’t lived…
since this day, then…
eighteen years ago…
when you left this world…
and me…
RIP Daddy 11.16.1992
November 5, 2010

low.

I havent feel this low
in forever
and i’ve been low
if life is a maze
i am so lost
and if life is a game
it feels like i’m losing
im sinking
damn, this is a new low
i tried to grasp
the other lows
on the way down
but i’m just plummeting
too fast
damn…
i’m so low.
September 5, 2010

#bliss

I’m watching her sleep…

Listening to her breathe…

Wishing I could dive into her dreams…

I wanna wake her…

Just to tell her I love her…

And then kiss her back to sleep…

Her toes look edible…

And if I thought it wouldn’t disturb her…

I’d nibble on each of them…

She looks so precious…

That I can hardly stand it…

I’m going to hold her so tight tonight.

January 28, 2010

*floating*

I’m gliding…
my love is guiding…
me to a place…
I wasn’t ready for…
I’m fighting it…
with all my might and it…
feels so good…
baby I’m falling…
you came without warning…
I’m fighting…
But I’m losing the battle…
my mind is drenched…
and my body is soaking…
I’m losing control…
Cos baby I’m *floating*
December 22, 2009

trying…

trying not to remember…
the things you make impossible to forget…
the way it feels when your lips touch mine…
the shrills you cause each time your hands…
make their way between my thighs…
the way you grip my neck…
as your fingers plunge deep inside me…
the gushing of wetness…
as my body responds to your every move…
the exquisitely painful bruises you leave behind…
a constant reminder…
of the insane eruptions…
one after another…
the uncontrollable moaning…
that has me sounding like…
a one woman orchestra…
with you as the conductor…
knowing just how…
to pull each note out of me…
and finally our moist limp bodies…
intertwined…
and drifting off into a deep slumber…
waking hours later…
to devilish smiles…
and playful laughter
air tight spooning…
and talk of breakfast…
trying so hard not to remember…
the things you make impossible to forget…

December 10, 2009

Her…

Lying here…
Images of her…
Her face…
Buried between my thighs…
Her hands…
Gripping my hips…
Her tongue…
Lapping up…
The wetness she caused…
Effortlessly…
I can feel my clit begin to swell…
And my juices to overflow…
As I recall her…
Behind me…
My face smothered…
In the pillows…
Her body…
Pressing into mine…
Her breath…
On my neck…
I want to feel her…
Again…
Her tongue…
Deep inside my mouth…
As I whimper in torment…
Her fingers…
Exploring my insides…
The memories of the intense explosions she caused…
Are so fresh…
They feel like déjà vu…
Her intoxicating scent…
Still lingers…
In my bed…
And each night…
As I lay down to sleep…
I can still…
Feel ‘her’
October 30, 2009

desires.

Sometimes

Your hearts desires

ignite

raging fires

that cannot

be extinguished

with logic

September 29, 2009

dirty…

tub2
not even…
a hot bath…
could wash away…
my filthy thoughts…
September 26, 2009

insatiable…

its dark
and my eyes are drawn
to the flicker of a candle
the wine has taken away my inhibitions
and my hands begin to wander where i wish yours would
my swollen clit pulses as my fingers slip over and around it
every inch of me is drunk with the idea of you
of your hands
finding all my spots
having their way
my back arches impulsively
at the thought of your weight on me
your body heavy on mine
i’m aching…
my pussy is crying…
each drip
drop
is my pussy
mourning your absence
come to me
watch me
devour myself at the thought of you
then take me
and use me
feet…
legs…
pussy…
stomach…
breast…
arms…
hands…
mouth…
hair…
pull
and probe…
lick
and suck…
finger…
and fuck…
as you wish…
i know you know…
that im not afraid to beg
to say your name…
just the way you like…
to make all the sounds…
that make you bite your lip
and become vulgar
to say the things that
will cause you to thrust your tongue
into my mouth
angrily
and kiss me
as we grab at each other
pushing our bodies closer
pumping harder
whimpering louder…
damn…
i just want you so bad..
im exhausted…
so tired of waiting…
no toy…
no touch that is my own…
can satisfy
the insatiable
desire
i have for you..