by: R.D. Negron
Give him sunny days
He shows them the coldest winter
Give him the sweetest love
He turns it broken and bitter
Male Madusa
Introduce her to the truth of the seducer
Shallow
Single-track minded
Fearful of finding the love he hopes to one day find
Walking paradox
Tank top, shorts, and a pair of socks
Mother’s house
On the sofa staring at the “dummy box”
Still just a child
Scared and scorned little child
Male Madusa
Trying to find things he don’t know how to see
Wouldn’t even know love if Lilith showed him in his sleep
Give him clear skies
He introduces them to rain
Give him paradise
He introduces it to pain
by: Susan Handschiegel
I don’t mind Fall very much.
Leaves and pumpkins and candy.
Fall is okay.
But, I hate the winter.
I hate the first snow.
Late at night, when everything is so quiet
you can hear each snowflake tumble.
I start to think of everyone I know who tumbled, too.
They’re out there in the cemetery.
They’re out there underneath dirt and all of that beautiful
soft white.
I used to think maybe the snow kept them warmer.
Maybe they’d sigh content and press their faces against their satin.
I don’t think that anymore.
Now I think that the snow just makes them colder.
I think that the snow is just another layer separating them from me.
I think they ache for the time when the sun will come back
and warm them.
They want to hear the flowers I plant growing above them and around them.
They want to feel the roots tickling the lids of their coffins.
I hate the first snow.
by: R.D. Negron
They say your eyes are the windows to your soul
...Humph
Says a lot about my soul huh?
Seeing that my windows are tinted
but what one man calls tinted another will call stained
Stained from the strain of seeing too much pain
Or is it that this tint serves as a shield deemed necessary to hide that more delicate being
Maybe so
Am I a threat or a victim?
Some may never know....
by: Karina Bocanegra
by: Joe Karmia
The most intimate act of love and affection is not the act of love itself, its that most sensual act of having a shower or bath with your woman. Conversation and sex can still be distant, because you or her can hold back emotions and hide feelings in the dark candle light. A bath or shower is different, with eye contact and bright light there is nowhere to hide, physically or emotionally. Its all on the table. Gently embracing under the warm water, tracing her soft curves with your hands, you can almost touch her consciousness and anticipate her movements. That warm embrace and soft kisses take you both for the moment out of this world and into your own garden of eden, uncomplicated, naked, amplified senses. Time stops and for that instant you and her are one.
by: R.D. Negron
by: Maggie Scarbro
by: Cody Michael
by: Ejaz Ahamed
Don't you remember?
The first word that escaped from your lips,
when you took the stumbling steps to fall into my arms.
An unwary reality, ever under my watch and wings,
the unceasing gabble, which still purrs somewhere inside me,
slowly waning into indistinct cry as time flies.
The agile divine display of dance in your crib,
the sleepless nights, I was awake to watch you dreaming.
Now, an empty valley sprouted between us,
threatening to tear the fabric of love.
And you walk and roam among your equals,
and act nonchalantly by word of mouth.
But yet, I opened my wings and let you soar,
as you wanted to breathe and be free.
and I hope you find the missing pieces; the memories,
to bring you closer to me all over again.
I will be waiting for you evermore.
Why don't you remember, anything at all?
Well, I do each and everything, every grain of sand,
like the reflections upon the crystal sea.
