Healer (Mini-Series Part 16)
He takes all my broken pieces from dreams my heart and trust. With hands that possess delicacy and wisdom. Unlike those that shake from fear of failure or quickened by urgency. He knows full well what I am to be and when I am to become it Because the last thing He wants to do is hurt me.
Smile (Mini-Series Part 6)
look in my direction linger there for a moment give me your eyes’ shine. and slowly perk cheekbones let your lips part while their corners reach for the heavens, show me you’re delighted… …love, smile for me.
Curbed & Biased
my eyes are for no other. handsome forms and charming words of strangers fail to turn my head. my tastes have been curbed and biased. reserved for the likes of only you. …or your prototype at least… my heart is incapable of resounding loudly for another [man]. the kindest gesture or most intellectual exchange cannot raise a single hair on my head nor prickle one pore on...
It has been a long time Since I felt the smoothness Of my own pages They lay clean ‘til the point of sterility But I wish to make them Filthy with my thoughts Unkempt and viral Giving no priority to my reputation Of being a great writer I want to wallow in my naivety And the ideal world I paint with my ink pen It has been a while Since I’ve written with abandonment Gotten lost on purpose Leaving...