This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.The wild geese fly through the pearl grey skies,Winging their way on Winter's breath.Gulls cry and squawk in the mudOf the estuary's banks,Pecking and...
fear
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I hold in my hands a pretty box.This smooth, clean, white paperWith the silver flecks,Like shining tears of joy,Glistens in the sunlightAs I offer...
Midnight Monsters
"What risks do we take when we become vulnerable and offer ourselves to someone?"
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I see the cold, pale moonlightSpear through the windowOnto the damp-cold wood of the hallway.It stabs viciously,A burning ache of hungerFor my misery to...
May Sorrow Take Wing
"I would wait a thousand nights for you, if you just gave me one day of your heart."
The lamplight glows across the face of my dreamsAs reality hides from these ragged, ripped seams.A kiss in the shadows and the touch of your handIs all that I crave in this dreaming wasteland.These fears flee your smile as I...
The Ghostly Fool
"A connection across the net, leads to heartache for one...."
I first saw you from afar, across the continent that divided usImages of your beauty, that cast a thousand broken hearts in your wakeLittle did I realize, that my face was next upon your listLike a small, fragile little mouse,...
You smile.Your mouth roars as the raging lionBiting through this bleeding flesh.You tear through the outer layers ofSkin and meat that hideThe heart that beats inside this dripping cage.You rip apart these screaming tendonsOf lies and false protection,Of muscle-bound fear...
This poem only available on Lush StoriesThis biting night is cold and lonesome:Echoes of the monstrous pastAre creeping up and nipping at me,My spirit terrified, aghast.The nails of fear are ripping through me,Slicing open hidden worries;Skin in shreds and bleeding...
Tension in the air, I feel his eyes peering through meIs this hate or is this lust, I'm growing weary I don't know what to say, I'm struck with fear My mind is clouded, nothing is clear He scoots closer...
A Sonnet to My Young Lover
"An older man speaks to his young lover"
I won’t compare you to a summer’s day like Shakespeare did when wooing his true love, nor say impediments won’t mar the way our two minds meet or obstacles won’t shove our hearts apart and what we share won’t alter....