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I am made up of three… Poet, Lover and Mother. I cannot give you everything as I am still sorting that out myself but here is some of what I know… Part 1: The Poet I write all day…. In my head, voice notes, on my blog, in my journal, scraps of paper, on my
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You are gone But these messages Baby girl, come see me when I get home Your voice a drug Morphine I feen for you Just one more time but who am I kidding I will listen to you cum On repeat The yeah, the sigh, the happiness, the defeat Cannot delete Infiltrated my ears, my
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he went off to warfull kitfull heartunder foreign starsI am laid on my backon cool grasswondering if Venuswas the first one he’d see tooor if he lies down on sandor a dirty floortaking his last breatha universeaway from mealways wonderinghas the reaper arrivedis this the last nightfor my warrior to ride day after daysilent tormentmust
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they are delicate flowers I am a sledgehammer LL
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You can’t say you love the rain then get upset when you get caught in it Can’t say you crave fire then get mad when it burns You’re either living or dying Standing still or flying Love hard, live wild Even when it hurts
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And when I thought about it, really thought it through I decided… You two were made for each other. I imagined your time would be spent looking in mirrors and comparing your list of accolades … You’d have competitions to see who loved themselves more. And then fight over who was more more… Aesthetically pleasing
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to desire the flesh is a temporary craving satiated by touch often gone just after the last thrust but to covet the heart to have passion for one’s mind is to feel your soul get fucked a hunger never satisfied like bloodlust one encounter is not enough and i see them beg for your attention
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I dreamt of you in vibrant shades of blood red violence in purple mountain majesties and in grey’s chaotic silence you held up your hands to me and said I’m not armed and then I watched as they melted into metallic rivers of gunpowder dripping into the the sand undoing your power undoing the man
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We ended with I’ll see you when I see you .. But I what I wanted to say was.. I don’t understand how this happened. Just a few thousand words and I am here sitting under the weight of your absence. Like a rock upon my ribcage. How can missing someone be so heavy? I
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I ran to the wolf He ate me up LL
The Blood & The Bones 