Photo Credit – Google For some time I will tarry by your side. Together will sit in the sand, cross-legged on the breezy beach in our long white robes, sharing the warmth of a crackling fire and gazing into the dancing flames, our gentle conversation occasionally interrupted by bouts of raucous laughter and outlandish back slapping under the waving fronds of fruit-laden Coconut trees. We will live this night as if tomorrow is an unborn dream, staying up until the…
Photo Credits – Google Oh what fun to see, As she hopelessly and helplessly bleeds. ‘Tis a sight for eyes and hearts sore, To watch her life’s force slowly run forth. High on love’s brew, During those times that life was good, She forgot the earth from which she spewed. Who neglects their mother because of a suitor? Who abandons their source, To chase the transience of fleeting emotions? Who except the most reckless of offsprings, Scorns a mother’s…
Photo Credits – Google The shiny blade slid up and down in perfect synchrony with the ebb and flow of classical music playing from two strategically placed surround speakers. Regardless of speed each cut drew blood, but if she noticed the flow she didn’t show it. Not once did she flinch as razor sharp steel cut through flesh. Her eyes had that glazed faraway look of daydreamers, although her lithe fingers held the metal resolutely as it did damage to…
Photo Credits – Google “…Dearest Jerry, he’s not like you at all; young, fresh and exhilaratingly vibrant. His fingers aren’t that supple, nor are they capable of making my skin burn with electricity any time he touches me in those places like yours do. His kisses don’t infuse me with wild fire, and his tongue doesn’t liberate the tornado of my inner whore. His attempts at romantic conversation are clumsy at best, and his eyes don’t make my heart flutter….
Photo credits – Google Your love, It lived like a shooting star, Bright and fast, a dart, That tore across the scape of my heart, Till its dash ended in a fiery crash. Now these eyes cry, And a shattered soul mourns and sighs, For the mountain of homeless emotions, embers, And the memories of great times together, To be submerged by broken tears.
A long toot of the klaxon, Loud as it shatters the scenic serenity, a picture, Garnished with the orange orb of a mellow Sun. The engines deepened hum, Graceful in turn as she glides over the waves, On her quest for strange and distant shores, Our relationship, adrift, finally free of anchor…
So your heart got broken, and you think the end to all life as you know it has come? Think again my friend.