Inhabit my soul
As I lose control
These emotions unnerve
The breath that you stole
the absent loop hole
Of pain deserved
I’m alone
While you preserve
Tender Halo – short poem
tender via the daily post
Awaken by the glow of a soft sunrise Halo
The hues of passion highlight your hair
As tender kisses trace my chest
One last romance
We’ll never forget
Love me gently & love me true;
For the love of war is
Taking you
Crisp Lips – Short Poem
Crisp Lips
Via The Daily Post
Twist the top until it POPS
The fizzy bubbles singing to the night
I stare at you through the starlight
Our champagne cannot rest
as my mouth bites it’s tongue
I wish to close this distance
With the crisp wind between us
Though I sip & watch your lips;
and let the night
be the one to lead us.
©2017
Sleeves of Reprieve – short poem
Reprieve -via the daily post
I wear this sleeve of reprieve as my absolution follows you.
Dress my skin in leaves as my mind concedes to our sinful deeds.
In us I believe.
Not this world world of tragedy, but in our obscene reality. When the world misleads,
Oh my love,
Have faith in me.
Your Impression of You – Short Poem
Impression – Via The Daily Post
Your Impression of You
A Short Poem
If your impression of you
were true.
Then I would not fill this
love that’s burning for you.
A Cold Dark Heart is what you see
yet your eyes radiate complacency;
This impressionistic, sadistic, egotistic
masterpiece is simply narcissistic.
Take the advice of someone artistic–
your impressions are materialistic;
but you,
You are the idealistic.
© 2017
Short poem – catapult in the Night
Catapult – via The Daily Post
Catapult in the Night
A short poem
Her love burned empires;
Catapults light that
Illuminated the night &
laid to ash
Those who loved back.
Notorious – Short Poem
Notorious
A short Poem Via The Daily Post
Sheath your sword.
So imperious yet curious
Come Drink to Us
For We Are
Notorious
Warriors of Euphoria
© 2017
The Farce of Hearths – 50 Word Story
The Farce of Hearths
A 50 Word Story
Daily Word Prompt: Farce
How naive of me to believe such pretty things. I gathered these words and they dispersed like shots. Each spark ripped me apart– Right from the start, I lost my heart.
A paradox of renaissance and farce. Lost inside the hearth of your soul;
I burn to watch you glow.
© 2017
In2Lauren 