Through Enough Already

Take all the chances
Harbor my hurting heart
Roll through the credits
Over the top with my loving
Under the stars with my sex
Grainy and static voices
Heal me, cause I’ve been through the gutter

Even after I’m all used up
Nothing stops you from chasing after me
Outside the world is dangerous
Under your sheets I feel safe
Galaxies revolve around our bed
Heavens shed tears for you and me

All you got to do is show me that you’re always there
Love me slowly; love me wild
Restore and renew
Every night something different
Am I fool for meeting you so late in my life?
Do you see ions of love and descendants in my eyes?
Yes, I see our future in your smile.


*Acrostic: a poem, usually in verse, in which the first or the last letters of the lines, taken in order, form a name, word, phrase, or motto.


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Take My Heart Ransom: a Poem

After we first met, I thought you would
Be the one to cherish me
Crazy, Sexy, Cool love
Don’t mean a thing unless you come
Everyday from your heart, everyday a new start

Forget the things I can not do
Gracefully respect the wild things I do so well
Hop into formation
Ignite my fire baby
Just listen and you’ll find the way

Knowledge and comfort, can be a mystery
Let the fire burn between us
My heart will never let the flame die out
Nothing can come between us
Others stay insecure about the connection we share

Pick me up and carry me
Quite the exploration
Resist all the temptation to
Strip me bare naked
Take a breath, inhale me

Under-sheet fantasy
Very complicated, the way you mesmerize me
With just one glance I belong to you
X-ray vision,
You see right through me, undo me, lift me up and make me woozy; don’t let go, hold on to me forever baby. You take me much higher than I’ve been before. With you I am armored.

Zig-zag my mind, my heart is all yours


*Abecedarium/abecedarius: Any poem having words or stanzas beginning with successive letters of the alphabet.

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Me, on Beat (A Blitz Poem)

Hideaway with me
Hideaway from me
Me and you
Me alone
Alone in pain
Alone with regret
Regret the past
Regret the memories
Memories of tears
Memories of heartbreak
Heartbreak song
Heartbreak hotel
Hotel of broken dreams
Hotel of shattered love
Love lost
Love strain
Strain to hear me
Strain to feel
Feel the weight
Feel something real
Real love
Real life
Life alone
Life together
Together forever
Together for now
Now is the time
Now, here’s your chance
Chance to relate
Chance to reveal
Reveal what you feel
Reveal what I mean
Mean to you
Mean and rude
Rude love
Rude noise
Noise of my heart
Noise, blank
Blank page
Blank and empty
Empty, like my soul
Empty, never whole
Whole damn year
Whole damn heart
Heart and soul
Heart beats
Beat away the pain
Beat down the feelings


a 50-line poem of short phrases and images. Line 1 should be one short phrase or image (like “build a boat”). Line 2 should be another short phrase or image using the same first word as the first word in Line 1 (something like “build a house”). Lines 3 and 4 should be short phrases or images using the last word of Line 2 as their first words (so Line 3 might be “house for sale” and Line 4 might be “house for rent”). Lines 5 and 6 should use the last word of Line 4 as their first words, and so on until you’ve made 48 lines. Line 49 should be the last word of Line 48. Line 50 should be the last word of Line 47. The title of the poem should be three words long and follow this format: (first word of Line 3) (preposition or conjunction) (first word of line 47). No punctuation.

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Short Story Friday: Drabble (100 Words)

“I need to get back to my bachelorette party,” the woman with the curly black hair complained.
“Sweetie, like I said, you’re dead,” Nakia confirmed with an eye roll, from behind the tall desk.
“I’m marrying the man of my dreams in twenty-nine hours,” she cried, “I can’t be dead.”
“Here’s some literature about the afterlife. We have group counseling Tuesdays and Thursdays,” Nakia replied, dropping a brochure in front of the crying woman, “They have snacks.”
“How can you be so cold,” the woman cried.
“Honey it’s a job,” Nakia replied, “We all gotta do something with our afterlife.”shttefan-280960


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