Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
Art by Banksy The Mirage of Material Gratification in the Era of Carefully Crafted Hate … Anaesthetised souls, willfully sterile minds, prancing around, searching, ever searching, on the…
Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap. The music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me. Words are shared… Continue reading
The fragrant of love I whispered to your closed and resting eyes. I love you, I love you. I need you, I need you. I kissed your face and I kissed your… Continue reading
Originally posted on The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom:
Tears no longer falling. Rage erupting flowing like lava more more more until explosion. I scare you. Maybe someone should. Cocky…
Black as the night Love is sweet and love can be so deadly. I knew Jenny was so damn beautiful. Youthful eyes and woman perfect curves, make a wise man become a… Continue reading
(A miracle A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.) A miracle Pale skin, hazel eyes. Eloquence words we shared. You confessed small secrets, I told you some. I savored… Continue reading
(The lucky one A Poem by Coyote Poetry The gift of love. No more honored gift.) The lucky one She offered me a smile and a hello. I was besieged… Continue reading
Damn those eyes My life had no beginning, no ending till I saw you. You were so beautiful. You made the drink taste bitter and my hunger to die. Forgotten. Those… Continue reading
(I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.) I remember you. The summer days… Continue reading
Originally posted on This be my escape:
photo by Thư Anh Sing me to the moon and fly me in your arms.. touch me dear lavender! scent me with your calm.. This evening…
