occam's razorthe simpler theory is always bestoccam's razor14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a misapprehension
when simple is preferred
but not paramount
and to err(or)
on the side of caution
is to settle on potential
for possibilities' sake.
and aptitude is nonexistent
in the wake of solipsism,
imagined and dreamt;
it is not objective
until it is created
(it has yet to).
and even then,
if it's an illusion,
i'm bound to
this is all just a beautiful
dark twisted fantasy
with the ghost curling
and cutting into my neck
where my being is held,
the place she
sinks her teeth into
and there are two
souls and i am both
whatever i am,
wherever you are,
this is a dream.
contorting my judgment
and i am everything,
as i run your palms
over my eyelids,
nails trailing life
on my cheekbones
before i kiss your digits
to taste everything
you ever made.
you were always
it has yet to wake up)
- Acceleration -Rumbling purrs,- Acceleration -19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
slide over my skin
make me shiver
connecting welded muscle
caress me gently
fuel my passions
A flick of the wrist
and I'm finally free.
Deserved It.And I am giving more than I get.Deserved It.14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am used to the paradigm of the unsuccessful,
the incessant beating of the beast in the cage,
the way he clenches his hand
around the member I will never grasp,
not with His blessing, not
with His forgiveness.
I have never wanted anything worse than you,
of the opposite of you,
knowing what I know about my body and
knowing what I know
about who You are
and what we want.
There are futures i could seize,
truths more real than the one we're living.
He loves more than my body; he treats --
he cares --
about my mind, the curve of my work,
my second body,
the one the others know,
the one you used to shape,
the one you stopped asking about.
And it has curves you cannot touch,
a soft surface your fingers abandoned when you knew you had me,
when you abandoned the chase.
he cannot hold what you hold every weekend,
cannot touch the body you've assimilated into yours;
he does not
he cannot know
the glory of the curve,
the way I stretch away fr
By the SeaI'm still there,By the Sea22 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Sparks and smoke, a scene,
Rain and lies unseen,
Hazy blue outside,
Swishing of the tide,
She's all loose,
Wait's to grin at me,
I'm still there,
Way down by the sea.
InfatuationIt was a medley of a ferrous, molten coreInfatuation5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a nebulae of beauty, iridescent,
Splendor of the stars and personification of the moon alight
Upon vehement ken.
I wanted to taste these torrid breaths,
Your name whispered into the cusp,
The junction of neck and collar,
Bestowing the cruelty of impassioned lips
That tasted of coarse sensuality
And framed by teeth that could only nibble
And accent the slurry of your name,
Immutable praises spoken into the canvas of supple flesh.
The woman that fell in love with a God“Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one”The woman that fell in love with a God44 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It was another chilly day of the wet autumn that had visited this little town situated far from the big city. It was late and the crescent moon was high in the sky hiding shyly behind the gray fluffy clouds that decorated the night. The stars were shining brightly as they have never done it before and the essence of the wet earth filled the whole mountains and town. A young woman was returning from her last day of job. She had quitted four days before, but she just had finished all her last tasks she was given that day. She was really excited that a big smile was written on her face. She had been waiting for this day after the week He had left, so she could not contain her enthusiasm. She turned left where the path divided in two without stopping like
The Voice by ChowderIt was not love at first sight.The Voice by Chowder4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have always seen the world through coated, damaged lenses.
But sound ... That was the true miracle.
It was like what I imagine indigo blue to look like.
I listened with rapt fascination to a voice I had heard only in my
It was like seeing all the colors of a peacock's tail for the first time.
Every blue and green and violet before me.
And then the colors took the form of a rainbow.
But she was not an intangible rainbow of light that slipped through my fingers
She was a woman.
I longed to touch her gently curling hair
And press my lips against her soft skin
But I dared not.
I dared no more than to let her call me "maestro" and "teacher"
And hear her voice in my dreams.