Her eyes feast
on wanton flesh
and passion’s flames
flicker like bonfires.
in her sultry gaze
He saunters forward
confidence oozing
from his naked skin
It pulls her in
like gravity
and begs her to feed
on him
of him
until he runs dry.
She’s staring into empty eyes
and yet the thirst
still thrives
Time to find another
and dine
again.
Poetry soothes my soul with its directness and metaphors. It is a friendly creature, but changes it form, consistency, just like water. I have not written a poem in some time, it feels, so here is one today. (I forgot to include Saturday and Sunday plans in my writing schedule. Oops!)
Something that you feel will find its own form. ~ Jack Kerouac
Sometimes when tidying a house we find hidden gems. I found an old sketch book of mine, and in it was this drawing.
I drew this what feels like years and years ago. I have always been a fan of wolves and foxes (any canine really). I also love dreamcatchers since I learned how to make them many moons ago. Anyways, this was a tattoo idea I had though it has to be altered (the black patches in the wolf would most likely bleed).
Figured I would share and then do some drawing or revising of my book. I’ll try and put a post about progress up later tonight! Take care of yourselves!
Know what you want. Become your real self. ~ David Harold Fink
Oh dearest friend of mine,
Use this stick and draw line,
Stand there til the dawn of time.
And when bright light shows its face,
You may then leave this place,
Yet find that all has been erased.
I charge you now, to start again,
To write the stars that now defend,
What broken will be made to mend.
When the end returns once more,
And destroys the earth back to the core,
We’ll heal what is now left sore.
Kember's Journey 