Poetry and quote image archive.

I write in seconds. I don’t stop. I don’t think. I simply write and when it comes, it flows and it makes sense because it’s genuine. I don’t understand thought-out poetry. It doesn’t seem real to me.

i sip my wine touch my leg feel him there against my body loving my crazy licking my lips taking me there

we played in a facade green grass flowing winds we wade in watching fire while we danced in a faded desire we flew higher grew with every lie fell with a lust of broken love we were despair broken hands nimble fingers b…

i danced a top of him shoes smashed life in a dump we bathed together in a world where things seemed grand but things were imaginary worlds were colliding him and i we were otherworldly in a sense of no parallel just tw…

walking through i transcend we move in and about feeling without hands consuming whole biting our toes without a capable tongue we wade slashing like a broken vase his last words we weren’t strangers but it was strange …

I touched him. From brain to body, in ways I couldn’t quite understand. But he did and for him, that was all that mattered.

he strolled the corridors with a kindness the delicate of his voice strong of his hands he spoke with integrity a smile in his voice i never knew if things came if it was ever smooth the overbearing nature took control …

he spoke with wine hatred on his mind love in his eyes and fears you’ve never quite heard of

you’re crazy he said with an eye twitched hands spread   i never knew his mean his way why he spoke with such disdain   i tipped my glass to a sucker lover a romance killer and a homicidal heartache    i never understoo…

there we twirl upon a star leaving dust in eyes crime under a night sky   the passion it lingers it tingles between your fingers   frolics in your hands and leaves you armless as we twirl   i stand on a toe a tip for yo…