I Wish I Was A Rampaging Queen: November 2014

Friday, November 21, 2014

Vim

In pursuit of the shadowy illusion I believe to be real. As real as the pen I clasp in my hand. As real as the brown in my eyes, the thickness of my thighs. My elated gasps turn rancid, sour as the illusive brume of my consciousness eludes me yet again. Teeth ground to stubs of disquiet. My arms held aloft in supplication for a sign. Will 'the one' be forthcoming and answer my plea? I can only wait and continue on my path, though filled with treachery and unseen dangers. I must trudge along in pursuit, in pursuit of this force, this energy, this thing called vim.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

What If

In the mid morning light

Ruminating on minimalist views

The sun light hazy

Behind smoky veils

Of nondescript colors

Solidly fastened

To go nowhere fast

Distorting perceptions

Envisioning landscapes

In idealistic designs

Curvature intricacies

And dusky confusion

Where I look towards

Simplicity

In all its forms

Clean, zen filled lines

Of point taken

From A to B

But edges blur

In dreamy states

And mind wanders

'What if...?'

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Penned to Paper

In my tales of woe

Never have I regret

Nor wished harm

To any man or beast

Though in my darkest

Of blackest thoughts

I must confess

I have envisioned

A drama of tragic

Proportions

Although always

Woke with the sunniest

And brightest of dispositions

In my distant

Past I've endured

The longest hour

Of any hour

I can endure

With murky visions

Of fantastical

Dimensions

Oh how I wish

I would have

Penned them

To paper

For a child's

Imaginings

Are brilliant

To behold

Monday, November 3, 2014

Butterfly Kiss

Memories of

How you teased me so

Fruity bliss

Butterfly kiss

Digitals un-caught

I'll treasure

New things taught

Joys and pleasures

During those steamy nights

Not so long ago

Oh how I'll miss

Your butterfly kiss

Tastes divine

Light sweet teases

Sprinkled with wine

Intoxicating

Straight from the vine

The tears rain

Not for pain

But what we've gained

Knowing

Our temporary goodbyes

Will soon bring

Heated sighs

When once again

You, in my arms

With all of your charms

But until then

How I will miss