“Love”
Transcendent passion,
momentary glowing glance,
binding us in light.
Steve D
Transcendent passion,
momentary glowing glance,
binding us in light.
Steve D
Gutted
Love is just like any other domesticated pet-
If it isn’t fed, it will waste away
To nothing. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing: Unreciprocated”
By vilifying love; calling it sinful, evil, wrong
You take away something that belongs.
Something this world needs.
Desperately.
This world already in the negative –
Can it afford to lose even more?
And worse, the source of your final verdict? Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – In The Negative”
Is it the land or her people
that make a nation stand?
Are walls and borders
erected indomitable? Continue reading “Free Verse – America – SD”
Why rehash the silent past? Just:
Why?
Fuck you.
I have never hated anyone as viciously as I have loved you.
It seems as soon as I’ve loosened the noose my desire slipped around my heart,
You tighten your hold. And pull the leash, ripping open anew old gaping wounds,
Started by my affection, moved from infection to deadly disease –
Tearing, eviscerating, scarring all my hard earned peace,
To bloody ribbons and dripping gore.
I really fucking hate you; I don’t know if I can treat it anymore.
But you don’t know that I hold it inside. I look you dead in the eyes
And I lie.
And I lie.
And I lie.
Because my heart is still tied and my head is still loyal and my hands are still guilty
But –
I have never hated anyone as viciously as I have loved you.
I still love you. I hate you too. Just as much, if not more…
Not for the reasons you assume.
The cruelty of the refusal to let me go. Do you even notice
Your ill timed pull on me? It’s always slightly right before
I move on completely. Continue reading “Viciously – JG”
Come Hell Or High Water
This letter is a cognitive dissonance confession.
Which is better: Seeing the sun peeking out from thunder clouds?
Being happy to trust in such a quick fashion
That rain will eventually come after a drought? Continue reading “Love – Shakespearean Sonnet – JG”
Obsidian hair tinged with red, like Blood Moon’s night,
Sways with every step of your bulldog swagger.
Sandstone-quarry eyes betray your pretty smile,
Refusing to let the faces see your fractures. Continue reading “Shakespearean Sonnet – (Secret) Love – SD”
So I still haven’t completed last month’s theme. Maybe I should start calling them “Challenges to Personal Procrastination” instead. Committed rockstar that he is, Stevie, however, did and you can check it out here. Continue reading “February’s Theme – Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind”
Told with the fondness of nostalgia,
I grew up with the same few stories,
Like prized childhood memories
Of times considered better.
Where violence was common,
And insults became funny after time.
Because when you’re that young,
Everything seems worse than it was. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #157 – Real Love”
Long-faced child of war-
Soft hazel eyes search the trees
Knowing not for what.
Author’s Note: Aston is the other protagonist (along with Jaed) for my novel, “Aston and Jaed”. Aston looks much like an ethnic Felding; fair skin, hazel eyes, light brown hair, and a tall, lean build. A young man of 19, Aston grew up in the shadow of the Second Clan War, in which his father was killed when Aston was only twelve. Aston has a strong sense of duty for his family, but he also cares for Jaed deeply. He must reconcile his past in order to become the honorable man he wants to be.