the heel press

Thoughts of him dance through my mind, swaying gracefully through empty corners. They fill hollow spaces with his la...

The right side of my face has become accustomed to your abuse. (physically and verbally) You asked this evening i...

Since meeting you, I do newspaper crosswords in pen. The paper’s ink smudges a murky crescent on ...

I yelled at you once. I screamed at the top of my lungs "I love you". But the only time you really pay a...

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i fell in love with your rhythm. everytime you beat the drums, it becomes my heartbeat. i keep telling you to p...

You went home with her today. As you locked yourself in her car with the assurance of a seatbelt, I secretly begged...

On the ride home from the restaurant We hold hands in the backseat like 12 year olds reveling in our hidden touch T...

So high are we that our leaves whisper to birds asd they twirl about us amongst the clouds. The quiet sshhhhahhh a...

You win. I surrender to your painful game of revenge. I'll remember to kill someone quickly next time, you should...

Verse 1:   At the rave of the century            &n...

It is the stable soil, rich to the bedrock that contains the heavy roots of a past, my past, which is darker than the...

Your rich, dark skin and hourglass frame Lend themselves to your forever goal Of finding beauty and love and the t...

You and I my vine, surpass all other forest spectors. We withstand the withering winds, knowing when to fold and cru...

lets tuck away reason the howhys no past can b (e) xplained for th (e) xi...

I imagine in some past life we took ourselves seriously. that our laughter was smooth, not this austere baying...

You and I, my vine, will wind together when the winds of passion send shivers through my leaves, causing your tendri...

I didn’t steal the fire; They made me from the earth to punish themselves for lifting the veil, for the secret...

When their world is waxy and our world shines like the glass leaves on the boughs of the grim diagnosis of the trag...

I never liked vinyl - until I played Bruce Springsteen’s Greatest Hits (live). now my favorite singers sound as...