We paint on each other with flesh tones,
Rough like wood and soft like a rose.
Split open my petals, leave me exposed
The scent of nature touches your nose,
Coaxing your passion to light and explode.
My withering leaves curl and return,
Floricide kiss, body made of dirt.
**** me, and I will be reborn.
Treacherous eyes gaze upon vines,
I wish to be entwined- ******* inside
Lush foliage, on supporting limbs.
I can hear your birds sing
As my bees fly around humming-
Buzzing, begging for your endless loving.

-SLuR

everything changes; I've learned to find that your eyes play different emotions with each of the seasons; I never knew a person could be so much of everything all at once.

I turned to liquor instead of facing myself in the mirror. it's hard to see straight when alcohol is buzzing in your brain. I think the only thing that could make me focus is if you were standing next to me.

I hated myself more than I could ever hate you and I'm left with the word sorry cut on my tongue. and I was too busy cleaning up the spill on my own clothes to realize how much blood was stained on yours.

I realized I don't want just one person. I wanted a piece of everyone, knowing the entire worlds darkest fears and greatest loves. i tried to be selfless and allow everyone else to take away every ounce of love from my body and keep it for themselves. instead I ended up being the girl everyone went to when they wanted to feel something, but not always In an emotional way.

I started placing my alcohol on the top shelf so It wouldn't be as easy to get down when I wanted to forget everything on my mind. or when I wanted the world to melt away. or when I wanted all my memories to stop dancing in my brain.


I met you and ****, the universe seemed microscopic compared to your mind. you thought it was too much for everyone to explore, and I began to find I didn't need an invite to know the names of all the stars and the galaxies within it.

I had plentiful people to supply me with pick-me-ups when I felt a little down but having a lot of friends who don't care leaves you empty at night with a handle of ***** and **** I've never felt so alone in a room full of people.

november ended, and I'm not sure if it was for better or for worse, having someone love you who you don't love back, or having no one to love you at all.

A  flock  of  wild  geese
have  just  flown  by.

Very  pleasing  
to  the  eye.

I'm  in  the  heart
of  nature  here.

Quite  content
with  little  fear.

Mother  nature  works  away
something  new  turns  up  each  day.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK. 2016.

Perplexed.
As I looked into his eyes, replaying the conversation in my mind...over and over again.
Studying his mouth curvature and ****** expressions, change from confidence to bewilderment. As I confronted his most recent "story".
Stumbling over words, not even remembering his own storyline, it all came to a head.
It's all a fog. The last 11 months of my life.
A tangled web of fulfillment..loss..love..pain..a seeming friendship..laughter..hurts..euphoria..
..Lies..love making..confiding..trust..deceit..
half truths..embellished stories..frustrations..
Anxiety..joys..thrills..adventures..irrit­ations..charm..
Dream making..intense loneliness.
He built walls...constructed of flowers, love notes, thoughtful gifts, candle lit baths with rose petals and love songs...all in hopes to keep me within the realm of his safety lines.
He lied to make me love him..I lied to myself into believing it was all real.
When lies become your reality..nothing stands against it..not even..the Truth.
Now I sit. Alone. In the center of the shambles of what we fabricated, fallen at my feet.
Eyes opened. Accepting the reality. Weaving through the confusion.
Hope in the unknown..the sun still continues to rise..hearts heal and Love still exists.

From nowhere

Like motes in the air

Notes begin to appear

Ethereal to the eye

Soft as the sigh

Of breath upon your face

Gliding over your senses

You feel their touch

Origin unknown.

Whether a force of rage

Or state of grace

For a time

You each occupy the same space.

Words can touch your heart

Or destroy your soul,

Obliterate your being

Or leave you whole,

And though the author

You cannot see

You get to know them intimately.

Though the origin of the author

Is often unknown

When words are shared

Your not alone.