I once was
someone’s love of my life
I once was
someone’s destiny
I once was
someone’s forever home
I once was
someone’s secret life
I once was
someone’s dull ache
I once was
someone’s lousy lover
I once was
real, imaginary or fictional
In the end
I was nothing to them
but a past tense
You fill your fantasy
with me with a whip
in that discreet outfit
ready to pleasure you
Marks of excitement
are visible
all over your body
waiting to receive
No pain inflicted
No scream of delight
I stay on the screen
You soak in sweat and seed
This is a collaboration with Stephen, thank you for writing with me. If you like reading a good thriller, check out his book Beneath the Surface.
Shadows lurk in dark alleys
Death walks a sturdy stride
No sense of guilt he carries
He feels no need to hide
Precious daughters went astray
Roaming White Chapel streets
Outcast in a city so rich
Devoid of mercy, as he seeks
Saying he wants company
Of a woman so fair
As he pulls out his knife
Into flesh he will tear
They say he’s but a ghost
Out to exact his revenge
The law does their utmost
The crimes never avenged
They used to think
they would be forever
written into each other’s poetry
They used to say
they would express
happiness, sadness, fear, anger
in stanzas
But life took them
by surprise
In the end
they expressed disgust
towards each other
in prose
I feel alive
With salt in my hair
Sand between my toes
Sunburn on my cheeks
I am free
I am not ready
For the world to see
My deepest thoughts
About you
I bury them
Between lines of a story
In an ode to nature
Even
Among a bunch of old photos
Fading away faster
Than my memory
Living Poetry prompt – Back to school
School was where I was alive, probably for all the wrong reasons.
I wonder if the hairpin I wedged between the joints of that old wooden desk still there.
Will he still remember the girl who painted his toes black in Chinese calligraphy class?
Are there remnants of the notes being passed between friends?
Is the dining hall still the battlefield between the bullies and the avengers?
Have the little bridge and the stream underneath kept all the secret promises and heartbreak murmurs?
School taught me life lessons beyond foundational education.
I carry all the history into the world outside the campus and continue being a student for Life.
Bubbles fill an azure sky
encapsulate rainbows
promise of tomorrows
That’s how love feels
How many bubbles
are we chasing
blow by blow
to feel alive
to feel loved
Living Poetry word prompt – finger, forward, God
I, the clay
loosely scatter
rolling in the rain
look forward to
understanding my purpose
through the potter's hand
God, the potter
must have dirty fingers
after moulding me
according to
His plan
I don't know
why He would dirty
His hands
to make me
into something pure
Living Poetry prompt – Repetition
Everyday living
on repeat
like a copy machine
steady pace
never race
Don’t ask me
about happiness
pleasure
or joy
They are luxury thoughts
too radical
for me
Flicker of Thoughts 