Essence

woke up from a lucid dream

chasing your silhouette upon

my sleep deprived consciousness

laid there not wanting to move, not wanting

to lose the vision I just had.

I still miss you, your essence, your presence

and your soul comforting mine.

Space

I can rest my head if I will surely know

that you are mine. But as of right now

I will be needing reassurance from you.

We both need sometime to be alone and so

if you need space… i’ll give you space.

You know where to reach me.

Night

She felt every bite

every whisper

summoned into the night

unbearable melancholy

burrowed deep into her skin

now resides within her bones.

Time

Sometimes I feel like i’m running out of time to do the things I haven’t done. Admitting that I procrastinated is a big step into undoing the damaged of procrastination.

Sometimes I feel like a child, helpless, needy and afraid to even stand-up for myself. Often times, I bite my tongue so as not to appear as a troublemaker. Often times i’m tired and most of the time i feel like i’m too afraid to fight.

Have you ever think for a moment that maybe there are things we are not good at and we ought to just give up the things we are not good at and move-0n?

Some nights my mind ventures out

to strange places … dark cavernous location

hidden from my consciousness, hidden from

beneath the façade I’ve learned to put on.

Some nights I’ve learned to seek the company

of bottled spirits to help me face the long lonely nights in solitude.

Someday I will learn to fly and soar above.

Inspite of my damaged wings.

Someday I will rise from the rubbles.

But for tonight, I’m in the company of my bottled friends.

Sometimes…

Thoughts

Unsettling when I find myself waiting

muttered unsavory words under my breath, my lust for him consumes me

clouding my senses…All I can think of was the last night he was with me.

Drifts of honey flowing from between my legs, sweaty bodies, dimly lit room

and his scent…his masculine scent pushing my thoughts spiraling wildly like a brush fire

uncontrollably spreading within my senses.

Thoughts

Let me be

She laid there making her wildest imagination run amok . She was afraid to let herself

loose and let all her dreams evade her. She wanted for him to touch her, savor her and inhale her scent like those blooming flowers in the garden. Tonight, though she proceeded with guarded steps… she let her spirits run wild.