A porcelain face lives On the ceiling above my bed. When I lie back, I see Its blue gaze Stained into the sheetrock, And I wait And wonder when The stare will stop. Soon I fall asleep To the caress Of its breath on my brow, And fingers, I imagine, Trace paths through my hair … More Only Sweet Memories
A love song by Sir Godwin Fulcrum from my fantasy series The Ashborne Chronicles: I’ve walked beaten paths Through thorns and thistle While clouds cracked On nights so fickle. I’ve cried in fields Drenched in shadow, Alone, forgotten, Left to fallow. But never did I know How our love would grow Ere I took … More Godwin’s Love Song
From across the clamor Of a late and laughing bar, I spied your lips, Ripe and red Like two tart cherries. A ruby glow Lit my skin While my tongue twisted With hot desire. Yet I sat, stared, and said Nothing. Your gaze Drifted over half-drunk faces Not so longing or lustful As my own. Your … More Ruby Lips
Wings clap. Your feathers fall In twisted courses Like downy, gold dancers In the gusty, blue void. Sweet spring air washes Over my lips, stained By your honeyed scent; An echo, a memory, An echo of where you Once roost. You flutter off While my squinted eyes Follow you Past the creeping Shadows, your face … More Angel’s Wings
My dear, It’s hard to be certain of anything in this world, but I’ve always considered myself one of he lucky few who understands more than most. I see the world for what it is and I know how it works. I also understand myself quite well. I know what I like and dislike, what … More A Love Letter
All the bards before me Wove words into phrases Embroidered gold With wit and romance. Their brazen basses And tenors tuned To tingle and quiver All the fibers Of the hearts Of their lovers. “Mine is the fairest.” So say they all. “Her eyes are down. Her lips are liquor And I’m drunk, And I’ll … More Mine is the Fairest
Through the wind-wrought forest, Between slouched birches, peeling, I found you With the sun in your teeth, Eyes cloudless And silver from the circling Gates in your gaze. “Why the bars?” I called, Still from afar, Where the dying moss shriveled Into brown bricks Mortared to the face Of the mountainside. “Not a prison,” I … More Bars Between the Trees
Perhaps, tucked away In the billowing folds Of black space Between our Earth And another, where beasts Squawk and shake The crystal dew from their feathery manes, You love me. Snake men fly As the sun sinks In the east, And you and I Walk hand in hand. Beneath the moonless night, When crickets purr … More Maybe You Love Me
I always have my head in the clouds. I pass the time by receding into my mind and disappearing into elaborate fantasies. Of course, when you’re as obsessed with romance as I am, you can’t help but to imagine a nice, pretty girl to woo. Now, think how many times I imagine this girl over the course … More Are High Standards a Bad Thing?
Judging the underwhelming response to my last confession, I get the feeling you guys really don’t give a shit about my personal life. But please, give me a like or a comment. Give me your support. I need it. I realized something. I don’t know anything about love. Daisy and I have continued our shenanigans, … More Confession#9-What the Hell Do I Know?