Category Archives: Brist

That embrace shuddered my being Streamed tears down my face My mind completely lost Scattered thoughts I fell victim To those strong arms And those sweet tender kisses I became the prisoner Knowing I should escape But yearning to dive … Continue reading →

Comatose Veins purged Drudgery emanating from the last euphoric blast I see you Beginning to fade Pain no longer mummified for convenience This will not save you Your constant yearning for hallucinations The Dark Queen Shrouded in her White façade … Continue reading →

I don’t know what is worse You speaking to me with emptiness Or you not speaking to me at all Both are equally as painful You live In an untouchable place in my heart A place I can’t even reach … Continue reading →

Writing to you The intentional email trade Trying to correlate the morning and night shifts The written word in dialogue With the constant surprise Of what I might type you next Or the anticipation building As I wait for a … Continue reading →

What is your tale of woe?The painsThe hurtsThose ones keeping you up at nightThose ones that shaped you for todayTell meAbout your mom or dadOr if not themTell meAbout the friends and the loversI have the timeCut the nicetiesAnd the … Continue reading →

Lay on your back My gaze desires your art From peace taken To the heart given And all in between Addiction draws Me in Love allows Me to stay A capsation* taking over Our intimate kiss Every breath Becoming a … Continue reading →

Our picnic love talks Forcing the chill anywhere else But where We are Sharing an equal possession Of the other Never have I felt More clean More wanted Or more beautiful Than when You interrupt My sleep with Your presence … Continue reading →

Superfluous A smotherer of sorts Maybe the lifestyle Turns people away Bald one year Tattooed the next A wanderer to the outsiders An overzealous aesthetic Trying too hard Seen as haphazard And eccentric When truthfully The Art exudes the form

Malingerer Faking an illness To avoid the work Can a malingerer exist in love? Can the laughs, hugs And caresses All be a form of a malingerer’s act Of convention or consternation? Is love truly blind? Or Is the ugly … Continue reading →

On the brink Past the mush and gush This all seems more real My eyes almost letting loose For your sake I have taught myself How to reign in What makes you squirm