"The excitement of this happening in a public place is really turning me on, I want more to happen."
Sitting in the nurse’s station sucks; there's nothing to do here over night after visiting hours have finished; at least not in the high medial dependency ward. I do a round of patients; taking their blood pressure or changing their...
Dances she upon the breezeOf his exhaled and infinite satisfied dreams,With sun scorching pity on her paper heart,So ripped and lost in explosive perfumeWhere her soul creeps in silence,In shadows and void.Waste and void,Waste and void,Waste and void and her...
"Sometimes, we all feel like a sentimental idiot. But we do feel..."
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Hard sunlight upon crystal snow,A frozen realm where love won't grow.Daffodil shoot in stasis now,A sleeping bulb, e'er green its brow.In witching hour, this...
"I never knew what I was missing...just that something was"
Walking down a path at school surrounded by so many... laughing talking yet something is missing. Surrounded by so many... every week another party another hookup another "fun night". I feel so alone. Surrounded by so many... bodies entwined kisses...
needing so to be held that physical ache muscles burncan't fight the tearsthat flowthe sob that won'tescapeturn, turn over againstifle that aching burneyes closeand breathe deepescapeinto that dreamlandembrace
"The feeling love can give us"
Cold and darkAlone and scaredJust wishingFor someone that caredBlinded from hurtScared from mistrustCan’t tell the differenceBetween love and lustSuddenlyI see a lightVery dim at firstThen gets brightWarm and luminousTogether and secureNever have I felt,Felt so sureWe were meant to beYou...
Such a cold day, I wish I could snuggle, Into someone dear, To keep me warm, And to shelter me. But no-one dear, Is near, I feel so lonely, I wish I could find, That one person. The one who...
"Summer will never come for some of us..."
This poem only available on Lush Stories The grey skies of the morning howl the dawn’s awakening screams;The lacklustre pearl scuds across the moors of my dead hopeAs the wind claws my hair from the band that holds it back.I...
"Each lunch she hopes she will meet the man of her dreams"
She dines in early afternoon— stirs coffee with a monotonous hand and stares about the room. She watches as she sits alone— a decimal point among the moving figures knowing she’s unknown. She looks into the faces with a stare—...
