अन्नदाता - किसान!
In my thoughts I make love to you all day long.
Love that you’ve seared into my skin and rooted into my flesh and bones in the form of unbridled affection.
Love that comes in waves and beckons me at the shore of your bare and sublime body.
Love that quakes my being to my very core and leaves me trembling and basking in your ethereal ardor and aftertaste.
Love that is fused with the lust in your eyes before you affirm that I’m yours and yours only in this mortality and afterlife.
Love that is unhindered till we both surrender ourselves to oblivion.
One day, one rhyme- Day 2517
Kaya loves climbing everything,
Fences, hills, walls and trees.
What might look like unascendable,
Kaya will scale with ease.
His mother once lost sight of him
Searching, heart beating fast,
Then spied him on the antenna
Like a sail on a mast.
I kept my phone on every night anticipating his call. And as 3 AM came I’d wake up to his ringtone. He’d take me to these dark places in his mind. Fearlessly, I took his hand and was led to the depths of hell. While a lot of it I couldn’t understand, what I did know was that if he was on the phone with me, he was with us. And if he was with us he was safe.
In the coming years, he thanked me.
I never told him that saving him saved me in a way, because learning about him taught me about myself. Learning about him taught me about the person I didn’t want to be. From there, I chose a different path. I chose to use words to save people from themselves.
It’s 2:30 AM. And if you’re awake you might be overthinking something. And if you are awake you might be lonely. It’s 3:00 AM and I’m sure some of you question where you are going and why you should even bother. It’s 3:30 AM and I’m sure dark thoughts have danced in your mind and you wish they’d go away. It’s 4:00 AM and I’m asking you that instead of making any rash decisions right now, close your eyes, go back to sleep, and try again tomorrow.
He saved my life in a way, and I never really got to thank him for that. Because how do you even convey that in words? So I sat there in silence riding shotgun in his car years later and if silence could speak it would have said thank you.
Dedicated to anyone who has ever lost someone to suicide or to those beautiful fragile souls who have chosen to stay.
Darling. I need you here. Please don’t go so soon.
— Kirsten Corley, But Before You Leave
— Jennae Cecelia
— r.h. Sin
Within her eyes are infinite wishes
Within her countless multitudes she dreams
Her eyes heavy with stars keep strange riches
Within she holds tender and soft moonbeams
Like a goddess she holds me in her palm
Shaping healing guiding me to sweet rest
I can safely fall into gentle calm
Smelling sweetly of home within her breast
Her voice filled with velvet luring me to fall
Her sunshine caresses my lips and heart
She fills my senses heart and all
With one silent message I shall impart
River, my bumble bee and dearest one
I know that one day we won’t have to run
i’m a writer!
gets writing block, doesn’t write for months on end, complains about writing 24/7.
unfinished poem from my notes:
late night drives underneath
the midnight skies
filled with starlight and moonlight
allows me to feel some sort of freedom
with my hair let down.
the moon dances on the water
which surrounds me as bayous
wherever i go.
the trees shadows dance
while the aroma of smoke and whiskey
fill the cool, humid air.
crickets chirp their songs
while birds seek shelter for the darkness.
waves crash against rocks
causing the small crabs to lose their grip
and drift off into sea.
i remember when you once told me if things were different, i would be your wife for life in all honesty. call me selfish cause i wish it was like that.
you deserve a life full of love, laughter, affection.. you deserve someone who is going to look at you like a diamond in a pile of muddy rocks. you deserve someone who can’t wait to lay with you at night and touch your skin or hear your heart beating through your chest; someone who falls asleep with you on their mind and wakes up with you on their mind. and i wish i was the one for you.
Terror is a virus
Passed in stories, not blood.
John Grisham movies
Men in white hoods
What the parent fears
The child learns to.
His head is blonde,
His eyes are blue.
He drives a truck
With a gun rack
You think you’re safe
If you’re not black?
It’s who you love
And what you say
Or if he finds you
In his way.
Sip me down like your Long Island
Your lips are wasted on the rim
My kiss is such a better buzz
Sometime I sit up on a hill
a hill of such little significance
and think about how
if only for a moment
i’m on top of the world
we all lose things so easy
like buttons in the wash:
where do they go,
and who gets
to find them?
— r.h. Sin