Unknown

Sex is a high in the moment as present as zen could inspire:a merging of bodies and delicate soulshope for transcendence from invisible wallsa mending of wounds from long agosubtle sounds and noises listened tofull trust in the one who has your careto be who you hope they really arebody easily gainedcalled for againthe soul forgotten…

Dogma Casualties

Originally posted on The Melancholy Spitfire:
I journeyed here to hide away from those I felt misunderstood, recent, renewed bravery now I stand in places I once stood interactions longed for, needed new outlook and healing balm, hearts open, peaceful dominion prospects now for future calm. Called my dad the other day, crying couldn’t be…

End

She offers love freely spills words on her lips a prayer to the one she would have love her back to scale the walls of doubt and shame his words are lies within a dream she doesn’t see the end coming her love, denied, killed in vain. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 TallVerse 10 Photo:…

Speak

Speak your fears, hopes, dreams, agonies, to only those worthy to hear and if there is no one, rise with the dawn, where snow glistens from icy branches, paints the earth with fresh, clean white, and listen to the gentle whisper of your voice without the noise of life. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 InkMine…

Filter

Crack your window just a bit allow the breeze to filter in hear the calm of rustling trees close your eyes begin to breathe. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 StarWrites 73 Photo: Pixabay

Sting

Can’t feel the sting of winter cold or see the snowflakes start to fall warm and well inside my walls I think of you and wish to call I know better you’re not there I guess you never really were like snow that drifts a silent blur moved on from me and onto her. Emily…

Sedusa

Don’t wanna play games I don’t know how to play Don’t wanna get in your mind bend its will my way Won’t deny my love or hear you beg Don’t want you down on your knees like a sex slave I am who I am that will never change If you want a Sedusa keep…

Wave

Hoping for miracles out of thin air frozen by panic combined with sweet numbness only able to fully feel when the pressure gauge combusts; Then, like a tidal wave receding calm ensues distractions reign until our grim realities come calling again. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 MelancholyVerse 59 Photo: Pixabay

Lives

Raindrops on my window pane overcome with gray, the outside world doesn’t invite me, my bed the only comfort feeling the bitter pain of leaving after a sweet respite of unconditional love in close proximity. As I pull the covers closer, waves of guilt and regret consume me, I haven’t been who I wish to…

Repeat

Hearts broken past the point of healing, rise again, phoenix. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 hangtenstories 720 Mysticsartdesign | Pixabay