Tag Archives: Feelings

Heartless

The power and rage of this permanent pain,
sporadic avenues of reviving buried yesterdays.
The tall tales of a love I initially claimed,
a tragic romance which led to dismay.

Hurt resembling a thousand knives to ones chest,
a punctured ego, riven thoughts and broken promises.
With my severed heart and capricious requests,
no gain without pain, I’ve grown to be heartless.

Intentions are as prejudice as white supremacists,
I’m wildly sucked into this infinite tunnel.
Worshiping flawed emotions as a love atheist,
things never work out for me, they always crumble.

The passion’s gone, but memories compose tattoos,
maturing into a glutton for critical heartache.
It skips us like stones to a non-rippling lagoon,
what lead me to presume union would display?

What the hell was I thinking, I’m quite the fool,
this hopeless search for a fulfilled happiness.
Too busy dreaming, discounting logical thinking,
like a needle in a haystack, I’ve lost my place.

  • Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://fineartamerica.com/featured/heartless-martin-dawids.html

Guilty Pleasures

Waking up in
cold sweats,
dreams about past love.

Lying here
deeply mesmerized;

possessed by
reoccurring thoughts,

love making
excluding faults.

Sensual feelings
erupt
from my sex-driven mind.

A chilled spine and moist sheets…

What is this?

Alone here with no companion,
I’m bugging again.

Modeling this
new lingerie with
only
my reflection as an audience.

Fraudulently denying my
need for
sexual pleasure.

Am I less of a woman if I oblige?

My Guilty Pleasures

– Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://impressioniartistiche.blogspot.com/2011/08/drew-darcy.html

Night Visions

The back and forth of loneliness,
swings my way at full speed.
Faint thoughts of you leaving,
escorts in drinking myself to sleep.

Late slumber intoxications,
I swear I’m truly losing it.
Nightmares versus sweet dreams,
in my mind you’d never omit.

I’m trapped between insomnia,
and sexy perpetual urges.
I need your every touch, your kiss,
in you I long to be submerged.

Mental pictures of being taken
in your strong, captivating arms.
We share this magnetic aura,
my sexiness, your irresistible charm.

Sightless stares into ideas of you,
persuading riots of emotion in time.
I envision you laying by my side,
captivating hearts, desirable crime.

Spared of this solitude of dim truth,
my dear you exist only hypothetically.
Waiting as if only for seasons to change,
though empty I’m filled completely.

Unloading explosions of bliss while
bantering me until my heart races.
Vitality fades as I turn over to find
myself lying next to notebook pages.

Night Visions

– Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://woodenitbeamazing.com/2014/05/27/how-well-do-you-really-know-your-dreams/