I bend the words
I shape them to my reality
as they are my only absolute
so magical in their purity
yet wicked in their truth
my one true love…
Skylarr ~ © 2019
Just another night…
The darker side of moonlight
only there lies my truth
I cannot stop the screams
a million ghost in my head
as I am their last connection
we feed off each other
like animals in the wild
a symbiotic dance
our love affair of the damned
Skylarr ~ © 2019
It Crossed My Mind…
Both mind and soul intrigues me
with words so raw yet polished
no bounds exist in our story
her moans echoing in my head
she tastes like honey and sin
as we cross through pain and ecstasy
our shadows dancing by candlelight
no possessions… only the present
let her juices meld us into one
a symphony of seduction
our savage entanglement…
Skylarr © 2019
Shadows
Angel’s wings cloak the pain within her
Clinging tightly to iron bars that only she can see
Escape is futile from the prison of her dreams
As only in the distance lies the secrets of her past
Skylarr ~ © 2019 Repost from my closed site
In Her Eyes
it is there
and only there
that I find my peace
my sins drift away
like so many ashes in the wind
for in her eyes
are my only hope
my last chance
may she never know
the pain I’ve felt
the life I’ve lived
Skylarr ~ © 2019 For My Daughter
To touch with words
Skylarr ~ © 2019
Mean Thief
Skylarr ~ © 2016
The Note
Silver icicles scattered in the snow
like the kind you had on your Christmas tree when you were a kid
What happened last night?
She left with another…
Valentines gift paper torn in shreds
Step out on the terrace in the frigid morning
Light a smoke and do a shot just to clear your head
He finds a note she left for him
~ Sometimes if I listen close I can hear your eyelashes curl when you sleep…
Skylarr ~ © 2016
The Other Side Of Me
“Is your work fiction?” she asked
No. They are a product of my journey
“But I don’t recognize the man in
these words”
Nor should you. My pain and shadows
belong only to me
I share them with strangers and like-minded
souls
They keep me wound tight and sharp
as I balance upon the razor’s edge
Where I truly dwell there is no room
for error
You are simply a pleasant distraction Dear…
Skylarr ~ © 2019
Bukowski ~ No one said it better with less..
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