I’m being very mean to these two pieces and posting them together because they’re both fluffy bits of silliness…. Like I like you. Stupid me. Stupid you. Me for liking, You for being so likeable. But alas, So be it, I like you. There’s the first one. And this is the second. Maybe Maybe in another life, If I still weave words And you still write symphonies, I’ll write you sweet nothings And whisper them in your ear While you play me a song That only I will hear.
Flash Fiction Friday #18: Dance
Let it be known that prance is an incredibly UNATTRACTIVE word. fff#18: (inclusion) dance, glance, trance, prance, pants she enters as the music dims to announce that dj prance would be supplying the tunes for the night. the club is dark and the crowd moves, almost in a trance, to the carnal demands of the pounding bass. she makes her way from the bar, drink in hand, to join the mass of bodies pressed together as they dip and sway in time to the music. she takes a glance around her, and their eyes meet. she bites her lip and…
Ode To Cigarette Adonis
I’d like to make it explicitly clear that I am not a smoker and this poem is a glamorization of something that happened this one time…. Ode To Cigarette Adonis You slip outside, Cigarette in delicate hand, And your perfect lips Pull a pouty puff. You tap the ash away, And I feel it cry Anguished at the loss Of your closeness. I thank the fates Your languid draws Draw out my time To bask in your glory. I take furtive glances, Least the heavens Punish me For daring to stare At their most precious. You take your last drag,…
Muse
I sent this to The Student Press one time and it got published and people nearly exploded tryna maco who it was about… I said it was about no one because they wouldn’t quite understand, but whatever… Muse Amuse me Confuse me Bemuse me Till you consume me Anything, Just don’t refuse me
Deadly Sins
I want you. I want all of you, I long for your lips and body against mine, And I don’t want to share you. I want you all to myself. I covet my neighbour’s time with you, I envy any look that’s not for me. What’s stopping me, Keeping me chaste? Maybe it’s pride, But I’d give in to you in a heartbeat, So maybe not. Cowardice isn’t a deadly sin, But it should be.