Tag: golden era
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Dreams
It’s the same dream every night. You come back. You tell me you love me and you’re sorry for leaving me in the dark with demons you know I can’t handle. I run my fingers through your hair and crave those green eyes. I’ve missed you I utter over the lump in my throat. And […]
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Mine
she tastes like strawberries and cream her bones are wrapped carefully in soft layers of skin moans and sighs slip out of her pink lips that make a man twist and contort in agony agony only at the restraint not to consume her very being her body curves like art the little blonde hairs along […]
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Room 203
The cold metal in my mouth felt uncomfortable, and scarier than I’d imagined. My heart beat faster as my finger teased the trigger. This is what I needed to do, I couldn’t back out now. There was no hope for me anymore, my life was a never ending abyss of tragedy and sadness. My body […]
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Confessions
Forgive me mother, for I have sinned. The lies and deceit that I have dished out are bubbling up my throat like hot oil and as hard as I try to purge, it still burns.I want to be the good girl you always wanted, pure and loving with the ability to change the world. I fear that […]
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Goodbye
I see you now for what you are and that is small and weak and pitiful. I will always cherish the lessons you taught me and I will always thank you for the strength you gave me. You stripped me of my worth and my dignity and it created the power and the resilience I […]
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The Fire
Your throat is raw and the words come out cracked Your hands are numb and shaky as you reach for their ghost Your cheeks are streaked hot with self-inflicted tears No matter how hard you scream and cry they won’t come Because that’s the thing about burning bridges, isn’t it? No matter how many times […]
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Fantasy
When I was little I used to fantasize about living inside the beautiful little painted houses on cheap drugstore cards. I would imagine the smells of the freshly cut grass and the chirping birds singing by the bird bath. How the chimney would curl with wisps of the family fire as a home cooked meal […]
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The Dead Don’t Want Your Flowers
Poor Baby Boy You gave your everything in the name of love But came up empty handed It was sweet at first, wasn’t it? There is always one that loves the other more An ongoing tragedy Your innocent heart got caught in such a deadly game A game you were doomed to lose from the […]
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Him.
This wasn’t to make you sad This wasn’t to make you feel guilty I simply wanted to write the way I see you And the way you see me Let me just say, The sight of you truly takes my breath away I am in love with you and will never hesitate to say it […]
Golden Era 