Lasting for an instant, today and tomorrow.
Oshun’s warm waters flowed over the steep tower’s edge.
Empty corridors swelled,
as amber ripples swam.
Adorned and rich.
Palpitating against its gates
His thirst quenched.
Eroding its structure,
dissolving its defenses,
Oshooon….went her waves,
seeping trough hidden chambers,
where casted dreams and fears…
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The self-indulgent voice shot through me like a long arrow
Forcefully entering my mind piercing my will
Its stiff feathers scathing my heart as it brushed against my spine
causing it to burn
Running along my underbelly to my pit
Hoggish and virile
Drumming and pulling at my cords
Only to release and shoot back up with a cry
My mind left stiff and confused
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The guilt weighed heavy on me
One of desire, the craving of love,
and the need for normal.
It pulsated hard through my veins and bled to my lips.
Now swelled and stained from each pull and tug.
How do you explain the guilt that you feel?
not related to me.
The disrobing of my dress, and revealed face
how do you explain the guilt that you know?
Opened wide, ready to give and now…Continue
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My body betrayed me;
Of course not before my mind gave way to sentimentality.
Independent thinker it is, although I never knew she was.
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Falling deep, falling hard
I’m losing all sense of me
This adult version of she
College educated, career oriented
I’m losing the jaded most part of me
This teen is falling deep and falling hard
Becoming the younger version of me
Filled with insecurities and exposed virginity
I’m losing sight of me
Naïve in the language of surface truths
Unrevealed and uncertainties she wades the…
No more complacent me
Understanding and peaceful talks has made this me
Put a fire in my belly
Fill it with the instability and unpredictability of it all
Like the feeling when first strapped to the chair
Heart racing with the clink, clang of the worn track
Gripping the bar as you anticipate the decent
Down the windy slope, stopping…Continue
One minute before midnight,
In that one minute before the clock struck 12, you were there,
Your name rang through me
Without a doubt somewhere drunk watching the clock ticking down,
Wanting the year to end as much as I did
Wanting to be that much closer to your dreams, or the dream you tell yourself
Wanting to forget, forget your failures, and forget the…Continue
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