Beating heart
trembling fingers
voices argue in his head;
he shivers quietly.
Dancing thoughts,
self-indulgence.
No escape
until sunrise.
Tag: Opinion
Slowly Sip
I kiss her neck,
turn her cheek
a faint shade of red.
She drinks
to my emotions;
pours another glass.
Past my glossy blue eyes,
she licks her lips;
tastes alcohol on her tongue.
I’ll sit, enamor her buzzed beauty,
until she needs me later
dazed and confused,
in need of a hand to hold home.
Watercolor
Soul
Holes in her leggings
tangled blonde hair
color-worn finger nails
pale-white skin.
A torn body,
beautiful soul.
Tide
Call me your full moon.
Pull me close. I am your gravity.
Let’s crash along the shoreline
dip and dance to the rhythmic tides,
sparkle in the moonlight,
reflect in puddle-filled faded footprints,
and tangle amongst the seaweed.
We’re the water
the salt
the reflection
the tide.
Random Update No. 3
Hello, amazing readers.
How are you? How’s life? Good, maybe great, I hope.
Time for another round of page updates (I make it sound like I am famous or something). But, I like to keep my readers in the know. As per my last update, I wanted to continue posting more poetry at least once a week (insert check mark) and work on long-form creative pieces, as well (don’t insert check mark).
Moving on forward,
I decided to focus on my poetry writing, on my same one-per-week basis (putting the long-form pieces on the side, for now). Also, I wanted to give a heads-up to my readers that I may miss a month of posts here or there, but that is because I’m trying to save up some pieces for my next batch of weekly postings.
So if you need more of me in your life, away from this site, add me on Twitter (here), Instagram (here), or e-mail me at vinnylanni23@yahoo.com to keep in touch. I always love to chat and connect with you, beautiful people.
I’m always open to feedback good and bad or just a stop-by hello. Thank you guys and girls for being you and following along with me and (hopefully) enjoying everything that I have posted up to this point and into the future.
Bye!
Blue-Grey Iris
If she only knew how beautiful she looks;
how her grey-blue eyes turn different shades
of blue as tears drip down her face.
As much as I want to help,
I can’t comfort her;
I’m selfish. I can’t stand to see
her eyes turn back into a normal shade of gray.
I need her to cry, so I can
write words about her from a distance;
personify her beauty at her darkest moment.
I love to watch her eyes
speak of emotion through color.
Damn, I love her when she cries.
