pretty mind.

Part of my pretty series of poems.

contents.

wrong.

write.

work of art.

wolf.

wild.

warrior princess.

voice box.

use me.

us.

two hunters.

trance.

trained.

tomorrow has gone.

together.

in a tizz.

tiny steps.

timeless.

through depression.

things.

therapy.

the mist.

the innocent.

the eye.

taste.

take.

anyone.

sweetie.

survive.

sunbathe.

mind fucking.

lusty.

make love.

make me see.

petals.

slut.

wrong.

His darkness showed me the light,

just shows how light does not need

to be so bright.

I knew he was a mere glimpse,

for me to view

another world.

A place where there is

no love or aftercare,

so why did I forget

and leave my heart there?

One day I will be brave

enough, one day soon

to go back to the start.

write.

I love the pivotal point at night

when I lose my sanity just enough,

I allow myself to write the words

needing to be written.

It is then that my barriers

fall and I just do it,

3am poetry club.

work of art.

Painting her body

I coloured her in,

all over her beautiful

skin. I used my fingers

to mix and used my hands

to touch and delve in her creases.

She was art and should be

celebrated as such,

she was art.

wolf.

Fragrance of her filled his senses

with desperate desire,

a lust, drives his wolf who pounces

to attack, no permission required.

He takes her whichever way he

sees fit,

over and over, until she is all him.

'I own you’ he whispers ′ you belong to me’

the eruption of her own want startles

him.. and spurs him on, he has her again.

Until his wolf has no attack left.. and she

was left with only him in her head.

wild.

Your wild is contagious

I want to taste its flavour,

need to know if it is sweet

or sour, or tastes of home.

You interest me and I

secretly am envious

because your wild is you.

warrior princess.

Awash with confusion

joints are aching.

Mind feels on the edges

of living.

He enjoys my pain,

there is no love.

Strength, I do not have,

mistakes my hurt for wrath.

Pictures me as Boudaka.

Weakness I do own,

yet he shows no compassion as

he drives me down, to my bones.

voice box.

The last time we spoke

face to face. I want that.

That desperate need clinging

onto the sound of our voices,

as if we were never going

to utter a syllable again.

The last time we spoke

that day, something inside died.

use me.

Use my mouth

fuck it deep,

take my throat

make me heave.

Hold my head

drive it in,

wrench my hair

let the fun begin.

us.

Consumed with a roaring heat

that is the way he makes me feel.

His heart an inferno, get too near

and I can hardly breathe.

He inhales for us both,

he exhales life back into me.

Supports me and I know without

uncertainty, he is doing it for

me, and forever will be.

He has enough passion for both

of us, yet I fear I will test his limits.

Bring that man down and that he will

see me, the reality of me is not so divine.

two hunters.

Someone out there is hunting

whether or not they know

is inconsequential.

You are their prey, yes you.

Are you hunting too?

I just hope I am around

when you two find each other,

wow, it will be so amazing .

trance.

How devastating is your love?

holds, claws and grinds along

my bones and has gripped on.

Tethered my soul, entrenched

my heart, which is so heavy now.

My mind you have grasped

onto and made it a mess too.

How utterly devastating is

your love? that I am craving you.

trained.

I knew

when you came along

what I was searching for

up until then, I was drifting.

An echo or a distant memory

of what I thought love was.

You caged me, trained me,

tamed and branded my skin.

Marks on me, each represent

me finding pieces of him.

tomorrow has gone.

I am cold, I am alone

my soul has left me,

she is down in the catacomb.

The only place

where she has not

searched for you,

but there is no trace.

Can you hear my sorrow

why do you not care?

have you used me enough?

have you hurt me too much?

there is little condolence

in tomorrow.

together.

On that cold day in that damp room

they cuddled to keep warm,

so beautiful, yet so broken.

They had, and owned nothing,

just each other and debt

and a old dilapidated hotel

room. They never gave up

went through so much worse

together.

That made them succeed in the end,

the together them.

in a tizz.

You have me in a tizz

are you even aware

if I exist?

I cannot write

my thoughts down

as to make sense.

Burning inside,

oh what did you do,

what did you do!

I want, I crave

I desire you, only you.

tiny steps.

what made me love today,

is the fact that yesterday

I fell apart a little and

broke myself just a little.

The day before that,

I was only just holding it

together, did not feel

capable of doing it.

Today I woke up and the

glue is starting to stick,

maybe only one hand is free

but I am doing it bit by bit.

timeless.

He lays broken

adrift of emotion

insides dead.

He no longer

follows her with

his eyes, instead

hounding him

in his mind.

She is there

so unaware

of reality,

if he stays

still she would

continue infinitely.

through depression.

Hanging on, you carry me.

Clinging to life

through you I breathe.

Sleet and snow

you shelter me from

the cold, give me your warmth.

I am still holding on just about,

pushing you away,

if you keep me there

it will be you that will perish.

Let me go , let me die,

I am no good for you,

I am no good for this life,

I am a burden I am sorry, I do try.

things.

She stood alone, yet tall

with her head so high.

Rigidly she did not sway

as if she was smelling the air.

She was on the invisible edge

of life, which she alone knew

to be there.

Things probably you and I

would think insignificant had put

such a strain on her, and now

she stands on the brink of despair.

But she is a strong woman

and will not let life win,

she is a strong woman

so she gathers, turns and goes back in.

therapy.

Then he walked

into my mind,

started opening up doors

with me standing behind.

Too scared to face my harsh

lines, he was there to do it for me.

He opened the door

we talked it through,

at the end of the day

nothing could he do.

I buried the memory

in a room further down,

I hope never to be found.

Thank you though Mr Shouty man,

for being there and to hold my hand,

also for the time you spent,

listening and letting me vent.

Some things cannot be therapy- ed away,

some things which happen are here to stay.

I have found that to replace the bad with

so much good and be thankful.

the mist.

The fog that drenches your mind

all that confusion in your soul.

She is the forever mist

reminded you always

of what you missed.

De ja vu now and then

startled realisation you can no

longer remember your name.

But you do know hers,

she is the forever mist

you did not value and let go.

The innocent.

When they try to steal your soul,

because the one they owned

perished inside.

Along with any depth that

should sparkle in their eyes,

now just reflect your deep.

Run, run, run please run,

for they are the monsters

out to destroy the wholesome

and the innocent.

Yes you are innocent.. compared

to the demons for whom..

love is a mere pretence.

the eye.

Believe in chasing the dream

through the storm,

so if I see

you in the eye , you will

know as I will too,

we are to destined to be.

taste.

The screaming begins

passion is raw,

flared nostrils occur

and a grimace appears.

That wild is astounding,

my groin is groaning,

and wet.

Deliciously dripping

down the inside of my thigh.

Lick me, taste me, drink from

my bowl. Lick me dry.

survive.

Swiftly he stole into her,

in the dead of night

he took her to heaven.

She screamed and yes

there was one hell of a fight.

Naturally he won and held

her down to ensure she

received all his love.

All of him, and when he was done

he stole a piece of her soul.

anyone.

That fairy tale in the back of my head,

I never acknowledged it, left unsaid.

A feeling of hope when I tried to recall,

has been replaced with a void instead.

I am in free fall, useless to beg,

no one here to hear my pleas

silently sobbing until I can breath.

I just wanted someone to love me.

sweetie.

Candy heart love

a fragile story,

held together

with elastic string.

Stretches and detracts

until broken again.

Candy hearts

have now fallen,

their messages

now dispersed in

all of their glory.

sweet as a kiss.

After all what is life for?

it is a sweet long lustful kiss

at it’s core.

One that lasts forever and a day,

sometimes wonderful and

at other times it is critical

to get the answer right.

The un asked question,

hangs in the air

out of sight.

They are always there

so many deliberations,

tongue twisting conundrums.

sunbathe.

It is so humid, dry and hot,

sky is clear, blue and looks brand new.

Repainted and the broken parts fixed,

look at it as we sunbathe on the picnic blanket.

We are naked and both wet through,

me more than you...me always more than you.

‘open your legs’

your whispered command comes with a kiss

that tells me the rest. I obey and I do not

question you, open my legs wide so you ,

can see what belongs to you. Blushing now

and it makes me wetter, he

gets on his hunkers, in between to see me better.

mind fucking.

He plays with my head

I let him in and now

it hurts and I cannot

get rid of him.

Mind fucking,

all I want is

some loving.

He owns my mind

I gave it freely,

slowly he is taking

over the rest easily.

The turmoil is mine,

tormented mind.

lusty.

Carnal intentions was

what I had in mind,

then I stumbled upon

you. You refined

my search you defined

what I wanted.

In the end it was always

just you.

Soul, body and mind

and I will wait, till you

say that you are all

me too, for eternity.

make love.

We fall off the edge of desire

into a sort of delirium,

when we make love.

Manic pleasure overtakes

the calm of the day.

He is always confident

and in control,

yet when we make love

I see his bare soul.

Sweet and succulent

as I taste ,

as he delivers the

marks that he makes.

Make me see.

the free fall of the skies.

You seem to know

where to lie.

Let the sun and all the shooting stars,

fill the space in which flesh has died.

Open up my scars

you tried to break my fucking heart.

Oh, those eyes

those cold eyes

told me the story ending

grey

and no one is ever going to love me.

Only my skin

so I cut, slice and maim

my goddamn pretty face.

‘Do you like me now?..’

‘No!..then go please..’

I am busy watching the stars,

turn to dirt, filth like me.

petals.

Seeds of friendship already sown,

planted oh..a long time ago.

She knows

he knows.

Maybe they always did,

but now when he touches

her flower, she lets it bloom

under, over and spills onto him.

His love opens her soul up

once again, she jumps right in.

slut.

Entertaining thoughts of lust,

there is no love.

It is a fever in my soul, just

a full flavoured taste.

I want to lick you,

all over until I am wet.

Shower you with slut,

spread all over your body

like a thick wanton paste.