Sacrifice

Calling eyes look deep and mesmerize

Tingling lips press against
each other

Tempted hands run across smooth
bodies of silk

Treasures are found

Secrets are shared

Fingers linked

Two become one

and discover a new world

"I'm Not at Home in My Own Home"

I walked around examing each room. Touching everything
gently, running my fingers along edges.

The home was very lived-in. Ver cozy. I spent most of my
time in his room. But the room that stood out the most to me was the living
room. It was a small space, kind of dark. I loved the feeling of it. The
most cozy, the most lived in room. On the coffee table was an ash tray,
probably a mountain of ashes, and a truck load of cigarettes. I detest
cigarettes. The smell. The smoke. Wrapping its hands around my neck, and
choking me.

But somehow, this time was welcoming. It made me love the
family without knowing them. Just the feeling of their home. The living room.
I wanted to stay there, with my thoughts. I kept feeling everything without
touching anything. Photographing the room, taking everything in with my eyes.
Drawing it over in my mind. Painting the picture with my words. Through my
writing...



I always go home, and wonder why my place isn't as homey.
Why I felt at home in a stranger's house, but my own home feels strange.

My other half

Left without right
Eyes without sight
The stars without light
A plane without flight

Summer with no sun
A burger with no bun
A child who knows no fun
The lonely number one

It's like a fairy tale without a kiss
Though it's long overdue, I'm telling you this
You are my complete, and total opposite
Yet somehow, together we fit

Uncanny, as if the sky just stopped being blue
That would describe Me without You

Inspired by the piece "Through My Eyes" by BabyHovita.- 'The Things That Make Up Me' Ms. Sharpie

I draw and try to capture what I see
The way his eyes light up, the way he smirks
But can't get down what is right before me
I see him as a piece of God's best work

It seems his eyes are where I see it all
His eyes, which sometimes look like they are sad
Like mine, I wish that he could hear my call
His eyes, which glisten when he is so glad

And he can always make me laugh so quick
Something incredible that I adore
Something intangible, almost magic
Perhaps it's not his eyes, but something more

I feel like giving up on all my tries
May be the way he's seen through my own eyes