Quinlan

It calls to me Sets my soul adrift Fills me up all sweets and nothings Whispers that scatters all thought Leaves a little rough magic A touch of feeling Crisp savored breaths Stirring a passions thunder Kisses slow a gentle caress Constant and free Your love feels like rain Can you feel it?

The sound, the smell the feel the taste. The rain reaches out and I answer. She's falling, spiralling down. This cold embrace, a kiss of whispers along my neck the trickling remembrance of a lost love, the still quivering temptation. Rain brings down an agony like an old lovers kiss. Something sweet not quite remembered but simply never forgotten. These memories never die. True love; rips your soul from your flesh with no remorse. Bares your everything, and nobody but her sees, she accepts you and your never the same again. The people that say magic doesn't exist have never been in love or are in the shadow of it. Love casts a long shadow. D

Not lost, please not again, but I am overtaken, distraught. Warm tears keep sealed my crumbling insides as I am solid without. Hard and callous, besieged by this ocean of salted grief. Not bent, or broken but ripped from my flesh. These wings are no more. Useless, for I cannot reach you. I've torn my soul for you, inside out. These bleeding eyes will find no one equal to your name. My world now silent, tied to the pulse of my heart. My last beat still a resounding thunder that smothers the cutting edge of oblivion. Your gone and the world is dark. Memory of delicate fingertips, retrace the intricate promises carved into my glass heart

Reality takes hold and I am alone Everything is gone, there is nothing left to feel In the shallows, the envy of love, these cold nights I endure These tastless dreams transend the night Whispering honey that strangles my heart. Starless, wishless, without a soul See me here without control. Her essence lifts the grivity of death so kiss me while I am still alive under the cover of love. I was counting on forever, now I struggle with every breath To savor the shivers of my waning grave Our melody, now emptier than the meaning of silence. I still taste your world at the bottom of my bottle Always, my heart will beat, counting ever

The chill autumn wind reaches forth plucking the last of natures golden leaves from a road of barren maples on an empty street. The leaf twists and turns in the winds grasp. Fluttering towards a figure wrapped in a red wool blanket; rocking slowly back and forth, back and forth. Old eyes watch the leaf intently. For a moment those eyes flicker in a gleam of past eagerness to explore beyond the reaches of this one world. Past memories flow softly but surely to the surface. A young man high teens blandishing a dashing smile in the mirror while fidgeting with his tie, before quickly taking it off and tossing it onto the bed. Then turning toward

I was wandering again, not knowing who I was, not caring as much as I probably should. All I could remember of my past life came in dreams that partially faded when the sun rose into the tainted sky. The remnants of my dreams came as dark shadows, flashes of horror filled scenes; faces of people I knew bathed in blood, places I knew crumbling around me into the world that held itself around me now. Pieces of the whole; came as illusions of the mind. Covering the real with irrational explanations as well as images, visions that had no similarities whatsoever with the rest of the dreams. Such as the owl staring at me from a pine tree before it

I want to write poetry on your skin. I want to sink my teeth into the ridge of your hip until there's a five-seven-five pattern there. I want to take pens and markers and razor blades and carve an epic into you, laving typos with my tongue. I want to claw sonnets on your back, fourteen lines of fingernail marks in perfect iambic pentameter. I want fingerprint-bruise-couplets on your forearms and red-half-moons of villanelle on your inner thighs. I want you stretched out and tied to the bedposts like new paper, clean and begging for me to cover you with my words. I want to etch my love into you before you forget.