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Through poetry, layers can peel. Through poetry, the cage can loosen and the inner voice be heard. Through poetry, the high profile mask can
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ScriptedSilence in Poetry & Free Verse

anaerobic

I found myself connecting to seasons

the changing of colors cascading

in ways that could never be understood

emotions swaying; purging ;saturating

suppressed truths seeping out of the flesh

battered layers and calloused fibers kissing as the chill collided with humidity

the shadows witness the days rolling into one another,

seasonal debris being moved by the wrecking winds -

as the dust presses deeper into the spiritual countenance

just as a shot of novocaine penetrates, numbing the soul, desensitizing the heart and paralyzing limbs

the clock moves, yet the mind stares into the nothingness

pale; grey

silent, frozen tornadoes overpower the core

the lips try to move, but suddenly forgotten

how to pray

the rain falls with the sun

removing all flowering petals

the moon and stars blend,

melting into

the darkened horizon

the silence is deafening

words don’t exist,

as all feelings are depleted

the crisp air is sweltering

the heated pavement blisters the feet

as eyes are stilled

awaiting the lungs to just remember...

how to breathe

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ScriptedSilence in Romance & Erotica

exhalation

drag your fingertips

into the depths

of my mind

breathe your intellect

into the hidden passages,

which plead to be found

shake the color

from my bones

as the demons suckle

the surrounded

camouflaged halos

release your whispered truths

into delicate portions of

my soul

the silence

in between fragile heartbeats

desire your presence

your exhalation

is coveted

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ScriptedSilence in Poetry & Free Verse

Words

I want words to dance and stir

long after they’ve been read

I want words which make my toes

curl and awaken the butterflies

within the bottom layer of my depths

I want words which rip

my fucking heart out

and leave the ink bloodlets

dripping down my thighs

I want to feel the conviction

of every syllable -

both the sting and hiss of your truths

I want the dripping passion to kiss the depths

of sensual desire as well as dive deeply

into the felt pain

let me feel your fire

don’t give me butterflies and rainbows

life can hurt like hell and kick your ass

around every corner

fucking bleed

that-

that is poetry

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Wounds

some wounds

never bleed

they callus

and pray to never

feel again

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ScriptedSilence in Romance & Erotica

Passionate Nostalgia

although your finger tips

have not brushed my skin

my heart feels them there

gently caressing

pulsating every pore

the depths of my flesh

have awakened

by the familiarity of

your love whispers

the moon reminds the stars

of the silent breaths

which have beckoned

through the winds

the twilight eyes

have seen the intensified longing

the yearning

to lightly press rose petaled

cheeks upon the chest

only after imprinting love bites

in between the sensuous stroking

of body and soul

passionate nostalgia

brings forth hungry hands

which have no relocation

of limitations

dripping desire, which silently pleads

with great need

and entangled tongues

which only pause

to release your name

from begging lips

wanting the feel of you

to never stop

touch your heart

tell me,

you feel it too

tell me,

there is a remembrance

of me and you

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ScriptedSilence in Romance & Erotica

Burn For You

piercing crystal eyes

the outline of your lips

the sensual fire

in your fingertips

~

the volcanic devouring

of your teasing tongue

the crazed desire

of hard and soft

both upon the flesh

becoming one

~

electric kisses

trailing down the spine

your dirty words

creating continuous heat

while huskily proclaiming

“you’re mine”

~

minutes, hours

years

and decades too

regardless of the seasons

or passing time

every portion of me

will forever burn

only for you

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ScriptedSilence in Poetry & Free Verse

Calling Temptation

the faint silhouette

danced slowly

by the moonlit window pane

a sea of mystery

darkness tangled with luster

both

silently calling my name

to get lost in the rivers

of the murkful soul

without abandon

no restraints

succumbing

opening the glistening flesh

allowing the fangs to bite

tasting until sated

aching until whole

illumination glaring

the heart pleading

the tear soul yearning

eyes to look away

walls back up

the mind to place all on

~ pause ~

when the depths of

temptation calls

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ScriptedSilence in Poetry & Free Verse

Beautiful Scar

you were my

most beautiful scar

our story

~ forever ~

only spoken to the

pleading stars

those special words

were never said

yet-

somehow I know

we both knew

breathing under water

was far easier

than loving you

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ScriptedSilence in Romance & Erotica

Ache

when the words

finally leave you

give in completely

~ indulge me ~

allow my fragrance

to be the only

taste your mouth

savors

you may start where you wish

but,

don’t stop until

there is only

ache

between us

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ScriptedSilence in Poetry & Free Verse

my heart

doesn't fear death

but it does ache

and mourn

all moments

unlived

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