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Colorful Taps

Colorful Taps

Every time I wash a piece of fruit I peel the little sticker off And stick it on the top of my tap. When I was young my mother would remove them each morning. When I got older, my girlfriends would do the same. It would annoy every woman I loved and some I still do....

My Couch

My couch is my friend. It is there when I wake up and waits for me patiently while I’m at work. It is the first thing I see when I get home. The last thing I see before bed. Each cushion on my couch is different. One keeps my top half comfortable and safe. It has...

Cigarettes & Poetry….

Cigarettes & Poetry….

curling ribbons, silver streams, from your fiery hide,         syllables and soliloquies, show my wondrous side, your touch it burns, your kiss it tears and scratches at my throat,        your metaphors leave minds to twist, wrapped up in rhyming coats. Oh, how...

The Old Men

The Old Men

Round em up those richly lies and dress them in their nines. Tie those silks around their necks and shut those wrinkly eyes. Close the caskets slide them in, turn the hearses on. Drive them down those empty streets the old men have moved on. Widowed wives they dare...

Breathe Gently On My Flame

Breathe Gently On My Flame

You took my candle to your bedroom. You prayed the flames would keep you warm. Hoped the glow would never turn into a dark and tired burn. You shuttered every single window. Locked the door and closed the blinds. Watching as my candle fought against the coming of the...

One Night Thief

One Night Thief

Precious, are you there? There's no need for tears, you always cared. Am I still in your prayers? I'm sure you whisper my name in your bed. I know you tried to clean, all the love I left upon your skin. I know you've heard the tale of the others who so humbly fell I'm...

The Might Of My Pen

The Might Of My Pen

As I sit by myself on a bench by the sea, I exhale as the skies turn dark over me. A rain drop - two - three - then a thousand pour down, and the air's getting colder as my mind starts to drown. But my body won't move, no way, no how. I'm dropping fast through the...

Etched On My Skin

Etched On My Skin

etched on my skin is the story of you like a fiery stream it burns it’s way through your scars are my trophies your will is my mirror without which i’m hopeless just a man, just a sinner you stood by my side and cradled my fears showed me not to hide and brushed off...

Memories In Dust

Memories In Dust

She faced him in the dim light of the morning, underneath a halo of rain and murky clouds as they stood on cobble stones surrounded by skyscrapers; and told him she didn't care. He rushed inside his soul, looking for a way out. Something to say that would make her...