Exceeding the ExpectedThis is a story of two soulsExceeding the Expected9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I mean real lovers
Not the kind that "make love" either.
The kind that are love.
He kisses her collarbone,
As it protrudes
Not because it's calling…
But because he knows
Of the chills it's sending.
The same way
Her tongue traces, teases
Along his ear lobe.
He can hear her breathe
Hear her sigh
Hear her love him.
Delicate ivory teeth nibble…
Soft, sure, quick, slowly devouring
Intertwined, they know
This is the farthest thing
From a sin.
Though they do not
Or preach it…
They never cease
To feel, to smell,
To taste the love...
Because they are love.
Shades of GrayToday is gray like your eyes under dingy lamplight in our favourite corner café…Shades of Gray8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Foreboding in that electric kind of way.
So I took a walk to clear my head, and saw the children at play…
Their laughter spilled yellow and broke like sun rays through a thick fog.
It was muted though, by greens in shades of envy and naivety…
As young lovers quarreled over trivial tragedies.
I crossed an elderly couple, and tried to soak up their wisdom…
But was blinded by the brilliant white passion they still held for each other.
While my heart warmed I was distracted by a boy whose face was shadowed in the deepest blue…
As though he'd crossed oceans to sit on that bench and drown in his thoughts.
My soul hung heavy as I crossed to his side and tried to channel him all of the yellow in the world…
When I saw his eyes were prisms, reflecting everything at once and capturing nothing.
And when I picked him a flower, his cheeks turned rosy apple red…
And his eyes, as bright as morning in July were dull next t
Jealousy.EXPLOSIONS, temptations, sensationsJealousy.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of HATE, to scream, of Jealousy...
An emotion that claws its way up,
TEARING apart your fleshy pink stomach lining
Making you nauseous,
Making you sick
Making you green.
It spreads, explores, INVADES
Every crevice, every particle of your sanity
Thrashing, writhing, thriving
On every ill</i> thought,
On everyone else's joy.
That kind of disgusting
Jealousy, the word drips
It's a slight, GREASY man...
Eyes black and empty,
Shining with everything
Evil in this world.