Foul Mistress Of Time

Release me
From these binds
Oh foul
Mistress of time

Let me
Deduce
The fountain
Of youth

The master
Crafts a puzzle
Then finds
The key

Sit and watch
The stone
To see
If it grows

We are born
A ticking clock
But die
A broken camera

The moment is
Only gone
When we
Fail to remember

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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Worthy

Perhaps
With time
I’ll be able
To change myself
Enough
To be worthy
Of your love

Because
I know
Who I am
Right now
Isn’t even
Worthy enough
To be
In your presence

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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Offer

Erotica, R-18+

I know
if I don’t ask anything
from you,
you
will offer me
everything.

So
I will sit here
and wait,
for you
to come
to me.

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This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.

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Primal Attraction

Erotica, R-18+

An hourglass body
Triggers primal attraction
I cannot help it

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This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.

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a waterfall shaping rock

thoughts
relentless
a waterfall shaping rock

each drop
trivial
yet collectively
devastating

time
forms ruts
inescapable

consciousness
relentless
a river scarring land

each choice
trivial
yet collectively
devastating

thinking patterns
guiding future
flow

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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Behind A Smile Lies Darkness

Looks can be deceiving,
Behind a smile lies darkness,
An illness invisible.

Laughing through sorrow,
Acting through pain,
Lying to survive.

Learning to pretend,
Saying the right words,
Diverting attention.

I’m fine.
I’m just tired.
It’s nothing.
Don’t worry.
I’ve got this.
It’ll pass.

Self imposed exile,
Hiding from the world,
Hiding from myself.

Time to think,
Time to regret.
Time to practice my smile.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.

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