Caressing Keys

My head begins to spin
I squeeze my eyes shut
So many unfinished stories
The year has been rough

Write a poem, maybe two
That will hold them over
It’s not enough, I’m overdo
Time to pull back the covers

My palms rest on the keys
As my blood begins to pump
My fingers twitch awake
For so long they’ve been numb

Release.

-VSN

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Bittersweet

I stared across the park bench
Hanging on his every word
And nothing in the world mattered
Not even the fussing of birds
Fingertips brush like smooth keys
Clueless to the power he holds
Honesty seems to flow with ease
The nerves no longer cold
 ~
The touch can’t be duplicated
As fingers begin to graze
The feeling is reciprocated
And minutes feel like days
 ~
Breathing becomes harder
The longing goes longer
The heart beats get louder
~
The stupid smile on my face
I can’t stop what’s coming
So I live in this very moment
Soon reality will come running
 
-VSN

Missing Pieces

When you call
I come running
I know you’re out there
Can you hear me?
The flashbacks keep coming
Can you see me?
Staring from across the world
Could you take me?
Away from all this chaos
Maybe break me
Do everything you wished for
When you get lonely
Giving the attention you dream of
Do you honey?
Want it all laid out in the open
We could both
Fix the hearts that we’ve had broken
-VSN

Art credit : Talking comics

Lemons for Lemonade

We Humans

We do the craziest things

Ignore someone

Attempting to retrain the brain

To try and get rid of

What drives us insane

Controlling road rage

Just by switching the lanes

Stupid humans

Life just isn’t that easy

It’s hurtful, it’s messy

It’s so fucking sleazy

And you have to deal with it

Love in it

Sleep in it

And there are no refunds

You’ll just have to keep it.

-VSN

Farewell

Sometimes in life
You have to let go
You have to forget
Everything that you know

You can’t have it all
Without the chance of pain
Maybe yours, maybe theirs
Someone’s left in the rain

With one large stone
The castle will fall
You can be the one to throw it
Or you can be the wall

Left all dress up
With no place to go
This itch will last forever
But it’s a scratch I’ll never know.

-VSN

Fucking Writer’s Block

The rush, the crave

You keep me intact

The irony I know

Is that you also undo me

~

I cried myself to sleep

It just wasn’t the same

The love was still there

But nothing else remained

~
You can’t be duplicated

You keep me sane

The thought of it

The feel of it

I have no shame

~
With just one good kiss

My skin would glow

And with one good fuck

The words would flow

-VSN

Strings of Pleasure

I fell victim

To the Puppeteers demands

With the flick of his wrist

He watched me dance

 

I moaned out for more

Of his devilish games

Nearly fainting in lust

Almost shouting his name

 

A week of abstinence

Has made him vicious

Rougher

Harder

Faster

Delicious

 

His fight to hold on

An amazing treasure

His loss of control

Was simply my pleasure

 

-VSN

(Photo credit:www.deviantart.com)

Mundane

Today I don’t feel sexy

I wouldn’t turn you on

I opted out of make up

My hair has grown too long

~

With baggy jeans

And a pony tail

My eyes sink in

I don’t look well

~

I need new clothes

That hug my curves

Something shiny

Will calm my nerves

~

This migraine threatens

To split my skull

This anxiety threatens

To steal my soul

~

I need you to flirt

So that I can flirt back

So turned on

You fall off track

~

Today I don’t feel sexy.

~

-VSN