TIME

Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with $86,400. Every evening, the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day.

What would you do?

Use every cent?

Of course you would. 

Each of us has such a bank.

Its name is TIME...

Every morning, it credits you with 86.400 seconds.
Every night, it writes off as a loss,
whatever of this you have failed to invest to a good purpose.

It carries over no balance.

It allows no overdraft.

Each day, it opens a new account for you.
Each night, it burns the remains of the day
If you fail to use the day’s deposits, the loss is yours...

You must live in the present

on today’s deposits.

The clock is running darling...

Make the most of today.

Everything is beautiful

I find everything beautiful…

Like two cars swapping lanes at the same time, or a winding trail of ants, the way leaves slowly dance as the breeze blows, the way a door creaks on its hinges when I slowly open it, or the the way sun rays fall perfectly onto the pages of my book through the window at 6:30 in the evening. 

my name

i never really liked

my name much

until i found out

what it tastes like

when you sigh it

into my

mouth...

the collection

There are a few people in my life, that I keep very close to my heart. I always make sure to keep one saved voicemail from these loved ones, so that if something ever happened 
to them, I would still have 
the sound of their voice
 to carry around with me
 in my pocket. 

Whenever I admit this to people, they laugh as if it’s 
a trivial thing to do,
 and then when what I’ve just said sinks in
 and their smile disappears, I can see my words reflect in their eyes.

"Oh," they respond. “I never thought 
to do that...”


I can see them trying to pull 
out the sound of their dad’s voice
 from the shelves of their memory,
 the words, “I’m proud of you, bud”
 playing over and over again in their head.

And that’s when I know, that the
 next time their loved one calls asking what
 time they’ll be home and fits in a quick
 "love you" before hanging up,
 they’ll think twice about
 pressing delete.

push replay...

curled up in your arms

hiding beneath the sheets

skin to skin for hours.

no need for words,

just forehead kisses

skipped heartbeats

your smile, then mine


your lips, then mine

like a movie...

push pause. push replay. 

head on your chest. 

the beat of your heart

and rhythmical breathing

quieted my every thought.

her

There’s oxygen all

around you and yet

you're still standing in

the middle of nowhere

struggling to breathe.

the story

her goosebumps were like braille,
and he read her everyday of his life
while others were blind to her story.

redoubtable

With the tongue of an angel,
and a body more than capable
of doing the devils work,
my soul contains
more than enough beauty
to comfort you for eternity. 

Detailed

She intoxicates him.
Her eyes indulge him
like champagne,
her lips burn
like brandy.
He gets high
off her attention.
If he’s not careful,
he may drown in
the thought of her. 

Lemon Yellow

light glowing through the curtains at as dawn breaks. confetti sprinkles. wind blown hair, brush it out of their face. slow breaths on a cliffside. feeling the sun on their skin, but it’s not overwhelming...it’s perfectly warm, and it feels like home. birthday parties and funny hats. silk ribbons. nightlights, fireflies and streetlamps. dancing in the street. the softest laughter. hope is the balance between light and darkness, and they know there is time enough for both.

one

I don’t know how or why

you feel so familiar to me.
How every smile,

and every whisper
makes me wonder

if I have known you before.

Familiarity.
It's beautiful. 

Maybe I have

loved you before,
in another time,
a different place,
in some other existence.

actualization

I don’t want
to look “pretty”.
I want to look
otherworldly,
mysterious,
witchy,
adventurous,
wickedly sensual,
and slightly threatening.

my favorite part

My favorite part is before it even starts.

That moment when

you don’t have them wrapped
around your body just yet,
but you can feel everything else,

their breath on your neck,
their whispers in your ear,

their hands exploring your skin,
electricity surging through your body,
the power in the small space where your lips should meet.

In a way, you don’t want to touch them at all...
because the tension between the both of you is too intimate,
too beautiful and so intense it's almost dangerous.

Like fire and gasoline. 

Watching them become thirsty for you,
as if they haven’t tasted you for days, is enticing. 

This is the moment

you feel the most wanted,
the most amazing, the sexiest.

This is the moment you feel like that woman you’ve seen in movies.

And finally...

when they can't hold out any longer,
and you feel them wrap themselves around you,

begging you please baby,

that's the moment when you know,
this night is going to change their perspective...forever.

redemption

I once was a man’s angel,

but failed to see the trident behind his back.


He stripped me of my halo,

and used it to tie my own hands above my head. 

His eyes glowed like a votive candle,

that promised me redemption.

God turned his back on me when I prayed for forgiveness.

So I moaned scriptures to the Devil,
as he confessed his sins between my thighs.

And I wondered if Mary ever felt a sacrament so sweet. 

Baptisms were made between our tongues,

and I pleaded with the Saints to give me strength,

but they all condemned me to Hell.


Damnation felt like heaven
when he pulled the rosary around my neck,

and I wanted to take him in me like the body and blood of Christ.


The holy communion never tasted as righteous as him, and I pleaded for the last time...

“forgive me Father for I have sinned”

but even Jesus knew I couldn’t be saved.


So he bent me over church pews,

and asked if I wanted to feel salvation.
I got down on my praying knees,

and begged him to make me unholy.

spilled thoughts #715

Sometimes I cannot write for fear of my embryonic thoughts spilling on to the page like roadkill. Raw and fragmented. Flesh sprawled out. Real and provocative, yet unfamiliar...

Affinity

Someone once told me that every person is a chemical. Some chemicals can mix and coexist, other chemicals can’t even get near each other’s fumes without exploding. Some chemicals come in contact with each other, and nothing happens, others hit it right off. And some, should be kept on opposite sides of the earth, if possible.

He glanced down, then slowly raised his eyes to meet mine and said “It just so happens we’re two chemicals that can’t be kept apart.”

the fall

caressing death between 
her thumb and index finger,

she playfully asked him for a light.

her eyes sparkled like champagne,

and her smile was like pure cocaine.

he had never been fond of

promoting self destructive habits,

but he found himself

reaching for his lighter

and falling for her anyway.

Tick Tock

- Time.

It’s like a movie.

We are all watching it beginning to end. Some of us fast forward/rewind to our favorite parts, others are stuck watching terrible acting. Some of us are directors. Some of us are stars.

But in the end...

-we all get cut from the script.

acquirement

being alone, luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice. aware of the fullness of your own presence rather than the absence of others.

solitude is an achievement.

receptivity

You see, some things I can teach you. Some you learn from books. But there are things that, well, you have to see and feel.

comfort food

messy scribbles on polaroids. memories tinted with gold. 80s music. a road trip with your best friends. the sound of cracking open a cold soda. a shell from a beach five summers ago.

detachment

We were all humans until media blinded us, race disconnected us, religion separated us, politics divided us and wealth classified us...

recapitulate

“Begin.”

It was a simple command, spoken quiet and firm. Her eyes locked with his, an intense moment in which she could challenge him, or relent. Their connection burned deep. She knew there wasn't really a choice at all. Slowly, she leaned back against the wall and spread her legs.

He sat in his leather chair and waited as he casually held his glass of Bourbon. He was still fully clothed from a day in the office. A sharp contrast to her naked skin. Of course he knew she recognized this as a show of power exchange. He always knew. And he was always in control.

"Now..." he warned, and she knew this was her last chance.

Her hand slid down between her soft thighs. Her head turned to the side, avoiding his intense stare. Her skin warmed and a flush spread across her as her fingers began to circle and dance. Her pulse quickened, her heartbeat a percussion in her ear. Moans escaped her shy mouth, as she bit her lip to quiet them. Her back arched with pleasure as...

"Stop."

Her hand froze. It wasn't a question but an order. Her eyes darted to him and she wanted to scream. He knew she was on the edge of pure satisfaction. He raised his glass an took a drink- eyes still fixated on her. He licked his lips after to savor the smooth taste.

He waited.

Still and focused, like a predator watching his prey. 

Just as her heartbeat began to slow, breathing faded, and her thighs relaxed, he spoke again.

“Begin.”

intrusion

if a queen 
leaves her castle
,

unguarded 
for only a second,


it can crumble


and it can fall


besieged by traitors

and savages.


you see now
,

why I can’t 
let you in...

spellbinder

He knew why he wanted to kiss her.

Because she was beautiful.

And before that-

because she was kind.

And before that-

because she was smart and funny.

Because she was

exactly the right kind

of smart and funny.

Because he could imagine

taking a long trip with her

without ever getting bored.

Because whenever he saw

something new and interesting,

or new and ridiculous,

he always wondered

what she’d have to say about it-

how many stars she’d give it and why....

conclusive

illusion deludes us into believing what's not really there. it makes us mistake faith for projection. disillusionment is a prerequisite of modern living that you seldom meet, until it's too late.

Earthbound

Flight control to ground central,
identified object within view.
Locked and requesting permission to engage.

permission granted

First impression:
unknown appears hostile, 
possibly rational.
There’s a response to probing signals sent.

Object is sentient and non-violent.
Agenda undetermined, pending contact.
Heartometer shows abnormal passion level fields.

Beaming aboard to ascertain…

dark moon

She is both, hell fire and holy water. And the flavor you taste depends on how you treat her.

Concrete

No matter how much time we spend with others, we’re all strangers until our souls are connected. Time doesn’t affect our souls in the same way it affects us. Souls live forever. It doesn’t matter if you knew a person for a day or a decade, it’s the soul that dictates your connection.

#208

When I walk, it’s not alone. My angels and my devils walk behind me, no—with me. And when I turn to talk with them, I see they are one in the same. They can be vile, or they can be beautiful. It’s up to me after all.

Lawless

Growing up, I played by the rules, until I learned to question their existence. It was then, that I was truly free.

coffee for two

He flashed a smile and said, “Darling, please forgive me for not remembering your name, for my mind was thinking about the divine things your body could possibly do to mine.”

delicate

I used to dislike being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation for the little things, my vivid inner life, my deep awareness of others’ pain, and my passion for it all.

options

There are two kinds of love in this world—one that makes you forget the life you live, and one that makes you want to live your life all over again.

Network

Let me empty your thoughts, and slowly undress your soul. Lay yourself bare to me and let me see your raw feelings, your unfiltered naked emotions. Then, and only then, when you're ready and feel that I'm worthy of your trust, I will make love to you without a single touch. An intimacy that others only know of from hear say. An intimacy so intense, our souls will merge.

freedom

She is a paradox. She is committed and yet relaxed. She loves everyone, and yet no one. She is sociable and also a loner. She is gentle and yet tough, she is passionate but also platonic. In short, she is predictable in her own unpredictability.

dirty veil

Nostalgia is our blanket.
And we huddle ourselves
closer to keep warm.
The night is freezing,
and we only have this one.
Snow won't come,
and neither will the stars.
So we daydream
of all but the future.
Sitting at the edge of the world,
we just might watch it end.

All day, everyday.

What you say reels me in. Every time. Your mesmerizing eyes don't hurt, either love. And that laugh, my God, infectious. The way you love me is amazing. YOU are amazing. But honestly in the end, it's your beautiful soul that makes me want to stay. All day, everyday. A soul that radiates love and happiness like tiny beams of sunshine to brighten my day, no matter what kind of clouds are following me. You make me happy. We are one. Forever.

Blank Wall

Two things prevent us from happiness: living in the past and observing others. Quiet that.

midnight thunderstorms

finding home in unfamiliar places, watching raindrops fall & drip down the windowpanes, fiery eyes, feeling most awake in the early hours of the morning, playing music too loud, a love and hate for solitude.

Deep Thoughts #3901

Making someone laugh after they've just finish crying, is one of the most beautiful things to ever exist.

White

blowing curtains. spring breeze. a cup of coffee and early mornings. bright smiles that are always genuine. freshly cleaned mirrors. gentle whispers, they never raise their voice, nor do they ever need to. doves nestling together in trees. always honest. classical piano music, and frames with colored pictures from kids. clouds bringing just enough shade on a sunny day. the only way to treat another person is with kindness, and anyone who tells you otherwise is wrong.

restraint

the things you choose not to say are the things that i listen for the most...

the wine

Some may wonder where I get time to think of things to write. Thets easy. I don’t need to go out of my way, because I think and feel deeply by nature. All that’s left is to record it well. Of course, I could hold back from sharing these writings, but would I rather be the bottle, or the wine?

Always

The things that are just within our reach, the ones we are almost going to get, and then they slip from right between our fingers, those are the things that truly make us wonder who we really are, the ones that truly make us question our worth, the ones we just might think about, forever.

Deep Thoughts #0992

Humans are fascinated by languages, people and places that they don't understand. It's as if they've tried to understand the things around them and they just want to get lost in things they can't comprehend anymore, just like the when they were kids. The childhish curiosity and fantasy, to find something completely new, to conquer more, to grow more.

calendar

i.   there are days when my stars align just for me. my inner cosmos telling me to write about everything. my inner cosmos telling me to expand the universe within.

ii.   there are days when my stars collapse. i am made of pure darkness. i am made of pure anxiety— terrified of not seeing the sun again.

iii. there are days when my stars rise—   like the infinite suns that they are. illuminating my being.

reference

You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone’s so shocked or impressed that you’re baring your soul, while to you it’s nothing, because you know you’ve twenty more layers to go.

the summit

I am building a stairway to the stars. I have the authority to take the whole of mankind up there with me. That is why I write.

navy blue

waiting for the stars to come out. rain boots. blankets wrapped around them. movies on the couch, but they hardly pay attention, the conversation is more interesting. the whistle of the wind. classical music for hours and hours. plaid shirts and jeans. wind blown hair. the smell of lavender. staring into the dark, wandering among their thoughts as they try to go to sleep. they are explorers, but of a new kind.

anxiety

disruptive thinking
it fuels the dysfunction,
invasive patterns.

venomous

“I don’t just want to fuck you”, he whispered. “I want to own you to your core. Then that will make fucking you, that much sweeter. I am going to show you just what pleasure is, watch you moan, and then break you. I will worship all of you, my hand around your throat, as I bathe you in beautiful screaming pain, then gently hold you and kiss your tears at the very end.”

approach

From the very beginning you are constantly being told to compare yourself with others. It’s a disease, like a cancer that goes on destroying your very soul because each individual is unique, and comparison is never possible. Fuck what society tells you. Fuck conformity. 

cold fiction

In order to be unattainable
you must first know
who the fuck you are.

taupe

soft shoes left at the door. the flicker of a lightbulb at midnight. coffee stains. pictures hung with pins on the wall, slowly becoming dusty, but they’ve always been there. a ticking watch. the musty smell of morning after a night of rain, and it may rain again, but the melancholy is too beautiful to wish away. they know how to let the rain come, and to love it when it does--to watch the light make patterns through the smudges on the windowpanes.

#504

Sins turn boys to men.
But men sin to remind themselves,
they were once young.

the senses

If you want to seduce my heart,
start with the eyes.
If you can’t get me to look at you,
move me with your words.
If I don’t listen, invite me to dance.

archives

there’s no one who will love you more furiously. a fire in a heart- bursting through the veins. darling, I gave you immortal life. sewed your soul to the page.

distinct contrast

He found me ravaged,
and gently tucked me
back into place.
That’s just how he is.
Unlike thieves who steal,
he saviors...

Spoonful of honey

My goal in life is to occupy an abandoned castle in the European countryside, keep a giant rose garden, only wear long flowing dresses, and become local folklore.

Unfamed

Sexy as hell,
enigmatic,
unpredictable,
which is to say,
the absolute best.
Untouchable.
Uncaring.
God Damn Yes.

reminder

life isn’t going to go the way
you want it to all the time.
you can prepare, hope, and pray.
but your best bet is to keep
your fingers crossed and be open
to all possibilities life throws your way. release your need for control. 

the storm

I will bruise your lips,

and scar your knees

and love you too hard.

I will destroy you

in the most beautiful
way possible. 

darkness inside

i find myself fascinated with people
that have a darkness inside of them,
a darkness that is both terrifying
and beautiful....

i want to touch their souls.
and have it slide though
my fingers like mud.
scoop it into my palms like rain.

i want to feel what they have felt.
i want to know why darkness clings to them
like a shadow they cannot shake
and i want to know why i am drawn
to these shadows more often than
the soft glowing souls that
flicker around me like fireflies.

i'd like to know what someone feels
when they dive into my soul....

Covered

Love blinds you. It’s crazy because you don’t even realize it. You fall in love with someone and everything they do is beautiful. They’re absolutely perfect in your eyes. They could hurt you so many times and you’ll still find yourself making excuses for them. Love makes fools out of all of us.

beneath

Faking smiles is easy,
like slipping on jewelry. 
I know what you want 
to hear from me...

I free pretty lies
from behind my teeth.
Painting has always
come naturally.

My aura is brushed
in shades of purity,
a societal masterpiece. 
But if you could see
what lies underneath,
I promise you’d never approach me... 

variety

We all are a beautiful mixture
of angels and demons,
it just depends on which one
you choose to feed. 

Output

“Aren’t you afraid of my darkness, darling?” he asked with mischief in his eyes. 

“No,” she replied, “You haven’t even seen mine yet.”

spilled thoughts

The things I find
most beautiful
about a person
are almost never physical.

sequel

Tell me again
how your mouth
will feel like the
sweetest poetry
gliding over my skin. 

smokescreen

i remember way too many
small details about people,
so i have to act dumb sometimes,
so i don’t freak them out

Compose

It's just human.
We all have the jungle inside of us.
We all have wants and needs and desires, strange as they may seem.
If you stop to think about it,
we're all pretty creative,
imagining all these fantasies.
It’s like a kind of poetry...

vitreous

When men look at her, they are not thinking of dinner and a movie. They are not thinking roses and a moonlit stroll on the beach. They are envisioning their hands tightening ropes around her wrists, biting her neck while taking in the fragrance of her hair just before ripping her clothes off and fucking her mercilessly. 

Visionary

He made love to her on paper.
They spilled ink like passion
across the sheets.
He caressed her curves
in every love letter.
He kissed up and down her thighs
in short sentences and prose.
He tasted all her innocence,
without a spoken word.
He bit her lip and pulled her hair
in between the lines.
He made her arch her back and scream,
and it only took a pen....

Abounding

I could never love
different people
in the same way....
My love has all
different versions,
all different meanings.
I’ve never experienced
the same love twice
and I never will. 

Cultivated

He wraps her hair in his fist,

he pulls her head back
as he runs his tongue
up her neck...

Beads of sweat cover
his wanting body.
His lips marking what is his
for the night.

“Baby, spread your legs and let me show you how badly I want you to 
come 
here,” he breathes into her ear. “Take my fingers into your mouth, and let me feel you from the inside while your body is pressed against mine.”

The things I want to do to you.

“Let’s see how long you can handle my hand around your neck. 
Lose your breath and I will breathe it back into you between your thighs. 
I have a way like God, and baby you are begging me to destroy you.”

“Don’t be gentle.” she whispers as he pins her down on the bed.


“Why would I, darling?” he says while biting her lip.

Goddammit.

“Watch how easily I flip you over and hold your head down. 
Can you feel how wet you are for me? 
Can you feel me deep inside of you? 
Your body is a soundtrack, and I am ready to make it scream and whimper my name. 
Poetry will spill from your mouth, as you write love letters with your nails down my back. 
You body holds the secrets inside , and it will tell all when my teeth are running along your skin. But baby, when I sink myself inside of you and my tongue is dancing along that sacred place, 
you will realize why you write poetry. 
The way I fuck you will have you spilling our secrets to people you have never met...”

undelivered

Upon a blank page,
she wrote the depths of her soul,
secrets of heart,
and most honest words.
Adding finishing touches,
dotting i’s and crossing t’s...
it was then placed into an envelope, stamped and addressed,
“To: the man I never got to love.”

This space

Lay here with me, I’ll pour you a glass of Bourbon. We can talk about the stars, the moon, the world and all of it’s mishap. Stretch across this king size mattress naked listening to the rain fall outside. You can watch me scribble in this pad, and I’ll look up every once in awhile with these lazy brown eyes, and smile at you. Because this is beautiful, this simplicity is pure...

rules.

be careful
with how much
you tolerate.
you are
teaching them
how to treat you...

unsteady

you were scared
to conquer my body,
hands weak and shaking
as you touched my skin
and God how it killed me...

dependence

Darling,
how do you ignore an addiction which knows your name and has tasted your soul in such a sinfully intimate way? 

Imagery

The words we read
and words we write
never say exactly
what we mean.
The people we love
are never just as
we desire them.

Proposal

I raise my glass
to friends and lovers,
here’s my toast
-fuck the others

Reference

Ah, lips that say one thing,
while the heart thinks another...

- note to self

Be loyal to your present moment,
it influences your future.
Every choice you make is vital...

small things

I hope I never get tired
of the night sky,
of thunderstorms,
the world coming alive at sunrise.

I hope I never get tired
of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee
of hope in strangers eyes,
the power of a simple laugh.

This world is ugly.

And I hope I never grow to be a human
who can no longer see the small beautiful things.

Dream #451

The wolf asked me to wait by the cliffs for him and I did...The leaves swirled around my feet as they danced with the fairies in the wind signifying his arrival...I could hear the foliage cracking as the wolf approached me from behind, but I kept looking at the crashing waves smashing against the rocks below me.... And then he whispered in my right ear with a soft deep growl 'I know you better then anyone else ever will and I can give you desires which you only thought were just a dream... All I ask for is that little place you keep safe in your heart to be mine and mine alone.... Do we have a deal?'....I answered his question without hesitation and then the sun majestically broke the beautiful horizon acknowledging our union as it ascended into the clouds. 

Image

What if the Devil doesn’t know he’s the Devil?

sulfuric acid

She was the most dangerous kind of liar.
The type that releases sweet words

to melt on your tongue. 

They fizzle into a sulfuric acid

the moment they are ingested.

Jurisdiction

The beast sits
on my shoulder,
yet I’m the one
who whispers orders
refusing to wipe the blood
from it’s teeth
no matter how much
it begs me to do so...

Interference

Let the words fall on you
like rain and wash
over your skin.

Allow every syllable,
noun, verb and adjective
to sink deep into your flesh,
leaving you wanting more.

Then read it again....carefully,
so that each sentence
can penetrate your mind,
and fuck you even better
than before.

Authorization

There is no need
for any competition
with anybody.
You yourself,
as you are,
are perfectly good.
Accept yourself.

supremacy

Her chaos is order.
I’m in love with her madness.
Make eye contact with me princess,
while we fuck like savages,
and forget about our humanity
for just a little while...

Trust

He could feel her pulse in his palm. His hand was around her throat, and she was trusting him with her life. He couldn’t imagine a greater intimacy...

Obligations

When she makes
your demons moan,
then she's the one,
and it doesn't matter
how innocent her eyes look...
She's the only one they need. 

Shadows

Even stars have their shadows. Some say if you hold your head up to the stars, you’ll feel the taste of their dark side. It starts of bitter, but slowly embraces your mouth and tongue in sweetness so pure, you’ll want more.

But the stars only show their dark sides to a chosen few. A swirl of rich, deep darkness that drips from midnight sky and melts into tongue and earth.

When you wake up in the morning feeling stardust in your mouth, you’ll know in your dreams how the shadows of starlight taste.

focal point

I love people who
have minds like libraries,
and books in their soul.
the kind of people who
have pages within them
that must be flipped slowly,
and read delicately,
to discover the magic
that exists in their bones.

idolize

He saw my dark side,
and said black
was his favorite color..

extemporize

Life is a play
without a script
or a a director.
In the end,
it doesn’t matter
if the act was
good or bad,
because everything was
based in constant plan B
and indistinct improvisation.

Hue

I like the idea that
we leave pieces
of ourselves
everywhere we go.
Like we are coloring
all our important places...

Murky

The Devil asked me
how I knew my way
around the halls of hell.
I told him I did not need
a map for the darkness
I know so well....

sustainable

“You’re beautiful.” he whispered.
“Stop."
“Stop what?” he asked. 
“Saying I’m beautiful.” 
“Why? it’s the truth..” 

“It’s not. You don’t see the real me. The me at the end of the day, tired and worn. You don’t see me trying to find the perfect outfit. You don’t see me in the mirror, so how dare you say I’m beautiful .”

He shook his head, almost laughing.

“You don’t get it do you? You have no fucking idea what you look like. Yeah you’re right, I don’t see you the way you see you, but you also don’t see the way I see you. You don’t see how you laugh, or the way you tell a story, you don’t see the way your eyes light up when you talk about all the things you love. You don’t see yourself wrapped in my arms, or the way you look when you wake up. But I do, and that’s why I have every right to call you beautiful.” 

confessions

As they laid under the white sheets of his bed, he said, “I am not jealous. I am very possessive of whatever I own and I will fight to keep it that way. So be very careful of who you allow to kiss your beautiful soul princess.”

entirety

“I’d give up everything for you. Everything.”  She flashed a smile, “I know. And you know I’d never let you....”

trademark

I’ll stain your soul
with all your favorite colors,
and you’ll never feel more alive.

Parallel

He moved in close, slowly kissing up the softest part of her neck, pausing at the curve of her lips, he whispered, “There are 'good girls' and then there is you. You are a mixture of elegant beauty, soft sensual thighs and lustful sin. God damn you set off all of my warning signs, and they're screaming that you will be the sweetest death of me, and I am ok with that.” 

no rules

She is the girl
I would break
all the rules for. 

She’s the exception. 

Fuck
everything
else. 

the summary

The conversation
between your fingers
and someone else’s skin,
is the most important
discussion you can ever have. 

Untamed

He calmly looks at her,
but his mind screams
‘fuck she is beautiful’
and his body groans
with a sinful savage
hunger that is dying to
be unleashed on her flesh.

Actuality

She was fierce,
She was strong,
She was not simple. 
She was crazy,
and sometimes...
she barely slept.
She always had something to say.
She had flaws and that was ok.
And when she was down,
she got right back up.
She was a beast in her own way,
but one idea described her best...
She was unstoppable and she took
anything she wanted with a smile.

identify

We learned
to play nice
and learned
to fuck hard.

deep thoughts #041

Act my age?
What the fuck is that, “act my age?”
What do I care how old I am?
The Ocean is old as fuck....
It will still drown your ass with vigor.

Cognition

Humble enough to know
I’m not better than anybody,
but wise enough to know
I’m different from the rest.

Contrastive

How could your lips be poison
and antidote at the same time?

appreciation

My sins know you very well darling,
and they think you're heavenly...

Calculations

Darling,
your worst mistake
was licking your lips.
-I wanted to bite them
the moment you did.

Your best mistake
was talking to me
about chemistry.
Intense sexual chemistry.
-I wanted to fuck you
right that minute...

Smart is the new sexy.

My worst mistake
wasn’t undressing you,
-though I did undress you.
It was taking off not just your clothes,
but the facade you always wore.

My worst mistake
wasn’t kissing marks
on parts of your body
that no one sees,
but loving your naked body,
and your naked soul.

We are a notorious pair of sinners.

before we burn in hell,
let’s turn this bed into ashes.

We won’t plead for heaven,
—paradise is already ours.

We won’t plead for mercy.
We won’t plead for absolution.
We won’t plead for innocence.
We know what we are doing...

highly expressive

What perfect destruction,” he thought.  “How blissfully, painfully poetic we are...”

proliferation

with every person
you meet in this lifetime,
there is a specific reason
why your paths crossed.

they will either love you,
hate you, lead you, grow you,
influence you, hurt you...
and so on.

it’s all for a purpose.

every.
single.
person.

His plan

I was always told
God has a plan for me. 

I have wondered when
this plan will start.

Did it start?
What are the rules?
Do I get a vacation?

Someone said I will
receive everlasting life
in heaven for my sacrifices. 

Maybe this is true,
but maybe it’s all bullshit. 

the game

Darling,
Dominance controls, restrains,
orders, and molds.
But it is in submission
where the real power is found,
the power to grant a weak man
the strength to dominate...

subsisting

Things are always changing drastically in our lives, that sometimes it feels so good to be lost. We are forced to walk so many fucking lines throughout this life- that make absolutely no sense- so it feels good to get banged up and bruised, and totally disoriented to the point of impulsive panic. We smile and ache for that awakening. Thats the only way we grow. 

Sometimes, setting yourself on fire is the only way to feel alive...

Powerless

He grabbed my throat as he pressed me against the wall saying, “I never imagined that a sin could taste so heavenly, until I licked yours off the softest part of your inner thighs..."

delectable

Your demons
taste sweeter
than mine,
and I will lick
every single one
of them off my lips.

hydrated

It’s summer, which means my skin is all honey before noon. Which means I’m celebrating the anniversaries of lovers I never kissed and bodies I never loved. Which means the air is humid as an open mouth with all this wanting.

silent musings

I’ll gently
fuck your mind
with a whisper
and uncover
all of your dirty
little secrets
with a kiss.

Together,
we will explore
all of your
dark fantasies
leaving nothing
to the imagination.
You have become
my living paradise..

generated power

“Come closer” he says, “I won’t bite you...yet.” As I try to look away, he gently slides his hand around my throat and pulls me in close to him. I can feel the warmth of his breath as he whispers into my ear. “One taste, and I promise to control myself, but you are unlike any addiction I have ever encountered,” His grasp tightens. “You run through my veins like liquid fire, and I want to overdose on the special talents that you have to offer. You wouldn’t dare deny me what I deserve, would you?”

Complexity

There are poems
inside of me
that paper
can’t handle...

Concept #933

Think about me later when you cum...

achromatic

Sometimes people come into
your life and all you can do
is appreciate them
while they’re there,
and try not to get attached to
the way they bring
light into your life,
and try not to miss
them when they are away. 

convention

There is nothing
so tempting
as the forbidden,
and nothing
more desirable
than the unattainable. 

contentment

Words are my salvation.
And yet, I find myself
gravitating towards silence.
I love people who speak to me
with the corners of their eyes,
the curve of their lips.
I love subtlety.
It is an art, an elegance,
a way of life.

inveiglement

Darling,
physical attraction
is quite beautiful...
But it is the art of seduction
that is my weakness. 
The power of authority,
of knowledge,
of body language. 
Tease me with your intellect,
torture me with your words,
and fuck me with your mind. 

semblance

“What do you like to do?” he asked, taking a sip of his bourbon. I watched the slow rise and fall of his throat and noted how gently his lips had caressed the glass. “I like to write,” I answered shyly. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly. “About what?” he said with a slight tilt of his head, completely oblivious. My eyes traveled to his glass of bourbon, up his calloused hands, up his strong arms, up to his fine structured shoulders, up the curvature of his neck, up to his supple mouth, and froze directly on the sight of his eyes, that I could have sworn were made of gold. I took a moment to think about the answer before I finally said it. “About lovers who aren’t lovers at all.”

-I like to write about you.

exigency

i want to live
in Rome
and wear
flowing white
dresses every day,
and eat pomegranates
and risotto
and wine
and go to cathedrals
to see the art
and explore
the catacombs
by candlelight

intensity

my hand brushes his
and i feel all of his energy,
and i crave to know
what it is that occupies
his mind when the light of day
has faded and he is left alone
with his thoughts...

Stigma

It’s disappointing 
that we live in a society
that will shame you
for how much sex you have
and for the junk food you eat?
Like wow..
how fucking dare you
eat delicious foods
and have orgasms!
You're a fucking monster.
Enjoy your miserable life
filled with pleasure.

Energy

Your skin brushed mine,
and galaxies collided.
Iron, aluminum, helium, hydrogen.
All glowing around us...
Shimmering on my fingertips.
Glittering on your lips.
I pulled your head down,
and sang the truth into your heart.
You poured me all over your bed,
and undid my entire soul.

Prurient

Feed me your lust
and I will feed you mine,
we can beautifully overdose
on one another...

your heart

I won’t ask the universe of you,
just a little corner in your heart
where I can lay my head
when this world tires me.

gravitation

I want to know you...
whether you’re afraid
of sharks
or spiders,
death or love.

I want to know
if it’s grammatical errors
that drive you crazy
or the people correcting them,
if you’re more comfortable
shaking sand out of your hair
or snow,
if you prefer coffee or tea,
bars or board game nights.

I want to know which of your friends
you’ve cried in front of,
if you’ve ever laughed chocolate milk 
out of your nose,
or kissed someone
you weren’t supposed to.

I want to know you.

The you
beneath the layer of
small talk,
always kept shined
and smudgeless...

I’m just hoping one day you’ll invite me in.

the challenge

I’d like to think that
I’m too old for enemies...
that the only hate
left in my heart
is a small smudge of gray.
But some days,
I can feel the pettiness
climbing back up my spine,
sinking its talons into
my shoulder blades
as it leans down
and whispers in my ear:
don’t you want to win?

boundless

I get homesick
for places
that aren’t
my home...

Night Thoughts #098

To have someone
understand your mind
is a different kind
of intimacy.

social norm

We live in a time,
when it’s more socially acceptable
for a child to be on amphetamines,
than it is for an adult to smoke pot.

the look

when he looks at you
from across a crowded room

filled spaces while conversing.


communicating between a sea of faces,

a glance turned into a gaze

fixed upon you,

noise and chatter fade away...

pulled in, you’re drawn to him.

unable to shield his eyes,

he claims you with
his body language. 

disclosing, exposing,
undressing your mind...

mind of an introvert

There are times
when I crave space
and I don’t contact anyone.
People who don’t know me
take it personally.
So do I narrate my feelings
to each and every one,
do I become what people expect of me,
or do I be me?

I think I’m going to be me.

give more

Yet we still call ourselves human
when there is barely any humanity left.
We are tragically destructive
when all we need,
all this world needs,
is more loving.

rapacity

It’s terribly sad how we go to war against each other
even though we are on the same planet,
live under the same stars,
wake up to the same sun
and the sleep to the same moon.

We are selfish and greedy human beings,
always wanting more,
and having that need
to constantly be superior than others.

We often forget that we are little and small
in comparison to the rest of this universe...

art of entrapment

I could seduce you with my body...

I'm sure I'd catch your eye.

Instead, I'll seduce you with my words,

with phrases so erotic,

that you’d rather fuck my mind.