poetry
My soul floated on an ocean of tearsAs my heart drowned of bloodFrom all the pain I gathered trough the yearsI was killed, my senses were brought numbI’ve lost the people that I cared forDeath took two, my immaturity engulfed...
End of the Masquerade
"In late Elizabethan England, the poet John Donne is poised to make a life-changing choice..."
He thought he’d be in love before, but he was quite wrong. He knew that now.Donne leant against a stone pillar in the shadows of the Great Hall, glass of wine in hand, apparently laconically surveying the elaborately masked dancers...
To oblivion, my soul did succumbAs a heartache made my senses numbMy mind was prevaricated, whirled, and was lostI was taken away from the one I love the mostTo him, I bestowed my fidelityYet he knows he is just a...
The sun shall never compare,to the warmth soaking in her skin.His probing eyes gently staring at her,drowning all her fears within.His touch, his sweet smile,telling her everything will be okay;Like it has always been,an eternity ago.His hand perfectly fitting hers,clasping...
This alley cradles my soul in the solace of its darknessTossing my knife, playing with it, with no mark of kindness.My eyes reflect the devil’s own, full of wrath and lies;As soon as I release my grip from this, I...
She saw nothing amiss
"When you have everything necessary for the best relationship ever ... except her interest."
Through my front door does beauty floatLovely and graceful as a birdLips I longed to kiss say "I love you"She knows not the meaning of the wordI'd offered her my oft broke heartWas this so great a sinFamiliar scent of booze and...
warmth - soaking ecstacyas her ankles come to restupon my shoulder bladespullingthrustingevery penetration bursting,spurting delicious elixirculminates perspirationwith shuddered breath betweenfainted whimpersdeeper we willingly diveinto this forbidden chasmtabooed behind ignorant eyeswho fail to witness the lustof my cousin’s bliss
A Summer’s Day
"A good girl explores being bad at a pool party"
My favorite teacher, Mr. Andres, had sent me a text this morning.It read: “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”A joke between us since I had taken his English literature class during junior year.He was still on my mind...