It woke me my dreary sky   wrapped me inside my melancholy. I felt miserable within the depressive touch  like a child with a fever,  I covered up  Allowing sorrow to hold me with  lifeless strokes across my unhappiness and  uninspiring whispers that  lowered my resistance.  Sadness feed me, nurtured my sorrow while  dejection’s unhappy melody  sang the blues to my despondence.  In misery I fell off the cliff inside my woe  Depression’s crowning glory Copyright © 2013 SaFire

 Dew glisten Sunlight hues   on  evergreen dominance, choruses sing blessings on  Heaven’s exhale  Blades stirs restless  Among emerald crown Purple reveal her sovereignty Copyright © 2013 SaFire

Crickets sang Locust played Rays of moonlight danced A waltz across jumbled duvet while curtains swayed  Night greeted desire From an open window in a nocturnal  breeze  across expose’s longing a kiss stolen pleased Copyright © 2013 SaFire

Marlboro  smoke thick circles the room   in a haze of light  and shades sex fills it with excess.  He inhaled my surplus  in a waft,   heaving and wheezing,   my neglect.  Cheap perfume over  funk I pour myself a Scotch waiting for him to leave. My 3 o’clock, it’s way after four.  I got to pee clean  my  cock   for the next jock, but this nigger won’t go.  He’s wasting  my time on his thin dime. Laying sprawled on the bed, like he  ain’t heard. Another pull and I’m ready to blow. “You got to

 Come here No that’s not close enough Closer I want to smell Your breath taste your last meal Come my sweet I want to feel your pulse increase as I release throbbing need Closer love Hold me tight Let me feel  your Passion in doggy fashion Take me my lover Let your  swell Fill me Until I yell Come closer still Let me feel you in my gut as you  rut away my doubts channel out my fears And still you aren’t Close enough Release your soul into mine Let us intertwine s

 He watches A silhouette in the night A faceless shadow standing At the foot of her bed He stares at her sleeping.  The rise and fall of her breathing  Hypnotizes the Sandman    even in the darkness He sees her clearly His beloved nightingale Her exotic lines speaks to him    feminine curves excites   Causes his phantom urges to ignite He longs to touch her His delicate flower To taste her moist lips bath in the warmth of her arms and  be baptize in the feeling of her soft wetness He stares

A cold breeze crossed my face as I walked.  I took in the refreshing frigid air into my lungs and  stopped to stare at the splendor of the snow-covered world that surrounds me. It’s quiet within  the stark whiteness of the fresh fallen snow in the forest of my winter wonderland. It called me, beckoning me to venture out into it’s frosty wasteland.   I walk further out  through the crisp snow greeted by  animals playing happily and  birds flying high in the blue grey sky.    I march absently f

 The Black mushroom cloud  Filling up my Blue Sky You blew in like the acid wind, Disrupting my system Sending shockwaves   Through my live in a haze You brought fire and heat  To my inner peace Brown eyes, smoldering my desires  flash burned my need Your toxic touch scorched  Bore holes in my soul  Keloid my opened wounds Yet I wasn't aware, or just didn't care My heart didn't recognize the poison Seeping into my organs Proliferated in your lies  My inner bleeding unseen You'd b

The reflection she sees is youthful in appearance.    Shapened with the sharpen scalpel in her mind's eye. Yet she is hopeful that the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth   are hidden with the thick makeup she applies. She’s hopeful he doesn’t notice her aged hands or her sagging breasts.   Hopefully he doesn’t see the grey the dye missed. She hopes that her money will last, and he doesn't have wayward eyes,  for  fairer skin, slimmer waist and hair that's not thin.  She’s hopeful  that if he onl

Artist Svenja jödicke The painter dashed from his bed and grabbed his brushes.  Obsessed, he painted  madly as the orange sun crested the morning sky. Paint spilled while brushes flew against the blank canvas with grace and speed as the master painter created an image from his memory. He had to work fast or his vision would fade. Desperately he worked trying to recapture the image of the woman in his dreams.  She came to him every night, whispering her undying love and each morning before he w

Here I am again waiting Watching the wind blow the sands I’m waiting…… to change these opinions To be moved by you… waiting I’m ready to let go of my inhibitions My fears and… my perception Of what I thought I knew I’m ready to turn Like the blowing of the sand Turn…… to what is possible I’m ready to let go of my fears To seek purpose in this life of tears Was I  made to live in a world That wasn’t always meant for good That wasn’t always meant to be cruel I’m here for greater thi

It can be beautiful and fabulous Ugly and tragic trying to keep the walls From falling down When you feel sad, alone and lonely You think love is only meant for some  I ’m be that rock you can cry on The one that keeps the walls  at bay   It’s okay if you want to play Asking strangers to your bed I’ll be there, your conscious in sin When the world comes crashing down When the alcohol runs out And drugs can no longer   dull the pain I’ll be there to bring it home The one that keeps the secrets

NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April. NaPoWriMo, founded in 2003, when poet Maureen Thorson decided to take up the challenge. She modeled this  after NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. Ms. Thorson has challenged other  poets, like herself,  to join in on the fun. And since it exists, the participants in NaPoWriMo  have grown every year, and many writers’ organizations, local, n

A strong spring breeze Flutters  white curtains of an open window rays of a noonday sun brighten the room with a raspberry hue Saturating it in honeysuckle scent Read and discarded  Sunday’s paper scatters across the wooden floor Suddenly a page takes flight, gracefully falling Contrary with the  soft sounds of smooth jazz Soiled dishes  cold coffee Silent flashes of cellphones waits on the nightstand abandon Beside an unmade bed In delighted bliss   prone on the littered floor a bead of sweat r

 The place was crowded as glasses tinkled With the noise of dialogue that muffled in my ears Smoke streamed in waves as he walked out on stage I looked, he stared, this man of jive smiled As he rigmarole among empty chairs To place his tackle, he removed his instrument A black beauty she was long and sleek Licking her up, all warm and tender He kept his eyes on me An olde school player with his paraphernalia He took the mick with flimflam flair, Pulling their attention, hushing the cackle a

  Deciding on a latte or regular when I heard the chime I turned on a dime, watching him Enter  Tall , dark and sleek An ancient Greek, he smiled And I wanted his lovechild And just for the briefest of beats  I imagined myself his lover,   his submissive, his Muse  and his friend  blended in passion For a second I held my breath   and let the tingle run through my loins like Desdemona, no longer single till death do us part  I felt out of breath For an instant  I saw a wild, intense    insa

  Thickness filling slickness, I give you the show   I'm your play toy Work me slow and don’t let go   Smack it; lick it, rub me down twist it, I’m okay with that     eat it,  then lick me down Take it from the back you ask, I’m down with that    I love you, so I let you do things to me  because  you said you need me  I want you to love me back   So I take your head lick it like a lollipop Until you tell me to stop Loving on you like lovers do  Feeling  its throb, enjoying your f

Poemas Epígrafe: "Soñé, y la mano dibujaba el sueño, el deseo. Tenté. Quien tienta vive". (Vicente Aleixandre, Diálogos del conocimiento) Ilustraciones: Portada: Óleo de Mario Mosteiro. Poema Traversario: Dibujo de Eduardo Gualdoni. Fotografías: Claudio Serra Brun. Título: Traversario Autor: Claudio Serra Brun ©Claudio Serra Brun ISBN:978-84-300-8433-3 www.poesur.com - poesur@gmail.com 2ª edición, 2012. Yecla, Murcia, España. Impreso en España / Printed in Spain

Lyrics for the album "Leviathan In Love". All lyrics written by Luis Ullán. Copyright Luis Ullán 2012. album title copyright Luis Ullán 2012.

I heard this song on girlajustami blog, accomplishing a wonderful short story, Which sparked my version in an Prose poem form... Check my friend out at  http://lisa-justagirl.blogspot.com/   for a great read... (Truth or Dare, 6-21-12) Push play, poem was written in the slow beat of the song: A slow read folks... Summer, warm breeze, floats through the black window screens, Followed by the hue of red, blue, and bright yellow, of the sun rays running away, from the dark that surrounds the gl