Dry, empty and flawed… feeling always like a fraud. Too much love to give, too few hands held out, to receive it, Too many dreams sketched on beaches of sandy doubts. *** Dry, empty and flawed… Feeling always like a fraud. Wanting words to be immortal, yet feeling as they fade, terribly ethereal… Terribly…… Continue reading Dry…
Watching out of the window, she couldn’t pronounce “Christmas”… Having slept merely a couple of hours, still having the night before’s conversation with Mother across the throat, yet another reality too hard to stomach for a holiday morning… She wanted to raise a white flag. But when she looked outside, her sight blurred. With…… Continue reading Twenty fifth…
I’d punch a kiss straight on your lips my raging desire around your neck, tight, a stroke almost gentle, running my sharpened nails on their scarred names in your flesh… Soul thirsty, would you care to pour me a shot?
She sat on the top stair, in silence. She longed to find the right words to break the ice, but in doubt, she preferred to keep her thoughts to herself. He stood in front of her, tall even with his rounded back. He suffered, she knew it. He had probably hurt for longer than…… Continue reading Helpless…
Unwilling surrender… Bad memory, bloody souvenir… Wrapped in a song, played over, and over and over…. Daily reminder of my bad choices…. Like a tatoo upon my forehead. Mockery awaiting, as if it wasn’t enough to deal with. Murphy’s laws at their best… Irony screamed at the top of my sorry…… Continue reading Call 911…
She was sitting alone in the dark when the knock on the door had broken the silence. She wasn’t expecting any visit, she never did. Any other day, she would have rolled into a little ball on the armchair, and waited for the knocking to fade in the night. But for some reason, she…… Continue reading Scarred…
I had spent most of the night watching you sleep, when the first rays of the early sunrise came through the bedroom’s window. It seemed the sun wanted to wish you good morning by licking your cheek and running through your light hair. I couldn’t blame it. I realized how incredibly lucky I was…… Continue reading One special day…
A cold winter night, and such a usual scene for her. Sitting in the glass shelter near the bus stop, she enjoyed the protection from the biting freezing of the evening winds. She was alone, on the simple bench, as she was used to be, at this time of day. A pick up truck…… Continue reading Halo…
And at that very moment, I felt the power of the connection overtaking my very soul. Nothing else mattered, and I didn’t fear the shadow of death anymore… I was about to blow out, in a flash so bright I would erase all trace of the night. I was ready to burst with you.…… Continue reading Love kamikaze…
Cyranny's Cove 