Earlier today, I woke up searching for a good morning message from my Baby. When I found none, I wrote her a few separate messages. Hours passed with no reply. This little thing was born during those moments of worry.
Silence Screamed Your Name
Today I awoke
when silence screamed your name.
Now, I lay here in fear
of never having you,
and distraught that
do the same.
Please, don’t do that to me again Baby.
Photo of beautiful young lady from Google Images.
over and over again
walking through the door
I find you in the kitchen
I grab your wrist roughly
Because you are my possession
I push you up against a wall
Cause your body is my obsession
I smack your sweet ass
Press you hard against the wall
Kiss your gasping mouth
I pull your silky hair
You say you want it rough
And I do you right there
This is no time for love
It is no time for affection
You will see sweet heaven
Not just now and then
Cause I will take you whenever I want
Over and over again
Being the only child of parents who were only children, life gets a bit difficult at times. Now, my only daughter hasn’t taken my call in two months. This little piece comes from the pain of a lonely life.
I am a rag doll
With a button eye that cannot see
I am so broken
From love bursting at my seams
See my stitches
They form a sad smile eternally
My unwanted heart
Keeps loving inside of raggedy me
My happiNess can be found in one letter of the alphabet.
my guardian angel
I am her adoring disciple
She is my cathedral of love
A guardian angel
Forever watching over me
For when she spreads her wings
I am blessed by her poetry
She is my religion
So willing to bear any cross
While making sacrifices without fear
My loving angel would injure herself
Just to baptize me with her tears
This is for YOU. The most unselfish, self-sacrificing woman I have ever met.
My Crescent Moon
She believes she came from the dark side
Never realizing she descended from the stars
More stunning than the rings of Saturn
She radiates a love as red as Mars
I admire her imperfect little craters
Loving every phase unless she’s blue
She will forever be my crescent moon
Longing to be new
Drink enough wine and combine them with lonesome thoughts and your mind can conjure anything. Monday night, thoughts about what would happen to me if my precious Baby said goodbye, plagued me. This is a product of that dispirited mood. Something very different.
haunting memories of her
her absent love hangs heavily
like the dusty drapes in an abandoned mansion
forbidding hope to enter
forever entombing me in darkness
white blown kisses float aimlessly
appearing as wandering apparitions
chanting unanswered questions
in search of eternal light
pale ghosts of affections lost, torment me
dragging my unrequited carcass
burying me alive with haunting memories of her
in a tomb I could never escape
Don’t worry. Love is on the menu for tomorrow.
Photo Credit: ghost of love 2 by marcianus