Gorgeous

Gorgeous mind, giving heart. As a writer, poetry is the only thing that makes me feel secure. And when I die, these words shall live on forever.

at night

it’s 3:00 a.m.
and all i can do is think
of how bad i want your
graze ccerning my skin…

i explore you.
lightly,
i brush petals of
enchantment onto the flesh
of each lip..
parting them with
the pleasure that is heavily
upon me,
i dive into the ocean
that is your love.

you give thanks to me..
turning yourself loose,
you moan
the name of your lover.
you moan the name of I.

i need to feel you.

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i fixed her.
repaired each womb
until the blood of the past
melted into
the smiles of our future.

teeth glistening like
lilac,
covering the floors of
our
passionless lust.
smothering the last of
her
actionless thrust
into humanity..
she was fear.
and I?
her canopy..

bed.
laying beneath the life
that was no longer her own.
and no longer did she
groan in agony
from her throne.

I
gave her an alternative.
I gave her my heart.
I have her a home.

venom drips from her tongue..
everything that she kisses disintegrates.
and
as poisonous as a snake,
she rattles her spell.
she
battles,
she yells.
she is a target with no direction.

she feeds the innocent with her misstatements.
and
no one is brave enough to
correct her.
or
afraid enough to
project
her…
she
is
trapped in the mind
of razor sharp
failure.
no longer a queen..
she is lifeless.
cause life has failed her.

she is a sky with no moon.

beautiful days with el toro.

beautiful days with el toro.

10:54 p.m.

there was something peculiar about you.
you didn’t let the light reflect off of those
beautifully preserved teeth, and that
is what drug me in.
i tried to dismantle each emotion,
and each kiss became
the home that i had always longed for.
you held me.
maintaining things inside of me
that’d cease to exist if your
scent escaped my lungs.
i loved you;
as if i myself had carried you inside of me.
you rested on my bosom,
and you listened to slow beats of paradise
through a chest that you knew
would never cave in.
i didn’t fall in love with you..
i rose in it.