I GOT LOST

I got lost. One moment I was speed typing my thoughts across the page. My thoughts racing so fast I could barely keep up. I’d slap a corresponding picture up, type in a few tags and hit publish. Not once a day but several times a day. The next moment, two years later or maybe…

IMAGINARY ROMANCE

I slept alone but I felt you The vivid image of you Smiling across my eyelids The beauty of your eyes The only thing haunting me   Dreaming of our time together Holding tight to make believe My imagination is all there is Of a romance I created Fiction at its best, a novel erotic…

A WEEKEND ROMANCE

She felt like a school girl with her first crush. Butterflies crashed around obnoxiously in her stomach. She silently scolded herself for being so dramatic, but to be fair she was flying high on drugs which wasn’t really part of her initial night’s plan. She had given in to the suggestions they made everything better…

PHANTOM STEPS

Phantom steps…  steps…  steps… Walk around his bed at night He smiles, half asleep, knowing He was loved and taken care of Time warps itself around him Carries him too often from here And he longs for those moments Between sleep and wake Where he can feel her presence Pretend for just a few more……

SLOW REALIZATION

She had been lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for some length of time.  The sun had come and gone and the day had not made any new marks upon her recollection.  Realization would come.  But not right now. Eventually she would fall asleep and dream about screaming cats and falling rainbows.  Hordes…

LEARNING TO TURN BLOOD INTO BREATH

I am not a writer. I am very adamant on this point.  I write but that doesn’t make me a writer.  A writer spends many hours learning the art of writing.  They learn the rules and understand its etiquette.  I know some amazing writers and to call myself a writer would seem disrespectful. BUT you…