Absence

  Tormenting Wants - by yours truly. Frigid vacuum of your absence slowly morphed into icicles of sorrow, they now hang, shimmering, by my ribs, reminders of an era when we knew nothing  but of fulgent Sun and perennial Spring.  EntangleDesigns

Wildfires

Shifts - By yours truly. Shifts available in canvas prints, metal prints and other products. Visit Long have held these wretched gates of Inequality Built on corpses of Destitution by Brutality. But Winds of Time, never do they mind a singular march, Shifts are churning in the pits of Morality's arch. Rinsing viscous venality of... Continue Reading →

Algid

What binds my wrists by the grip of your hastening heartbeats is the need for some swelling thrill that brightly burns, even if ephemeral, radiating like a starlight's burst, in the vacuum of this algid loneliness. My reality or yours, offensively it stands amidst the daydreams we have been busy weaving, living to fill the moments with flaky desires to feel, to something greater we must belong.... Continue Reading →

Blues

Melancholy - by yours truly. Getting over you feels like a round the clock job I never applied for. Now sitting amongst those experienced in nursing a broken heart, I wonder whether this melancholic lifewill ever be able to write a chapter after "You". Excuse me if I don't believe that some Twelve steps could... Continue Reading →

Blight

Sweet wide eyed wonder for the world found horror in the corner of it's own Home. Brick by brick came apart a susceptive, little heart. As putrid intentions with each pound had sense of safety break down, Death came draped in familiarity's rag, & steadily wrung Faith's soft neck © EntangledDesigns

Hush

Once a chaos of salacious minds Brought forth a deluge of heady rush Happily drowning Father Time We unveiled currents of sensual flush Alas, Change inflicted the usual crime Now, trimming rationality out of Mush I burn my throat, sucking on lime To be rid of this lingering taste of heart-breaking Hush. © EntangledDesigns

Cuff

Image in the background by Piotr Marcinski. At odds forever like water licked by fire.Yet, entangled in carnal disposition,Our comportments sizzle in juxtaposition.One misstep & out comethe blades of pride dipped in ire.A volatile intrigue feeding nutrition,Your mouth on wetted lips compelling my petitions.Once in step & we shunliberty for arresting cuff of desire.©EntangledDesigns

She

She - by yours truly Each day she comes home & carefully closes the door behind, locking the feral World outside. With each heavy step, undressing her tired self, she lets the walls in her mind dissolve, letting the pain come crawling forth, addressing each stinging nerve of hurt. Sitting all alone in her own little nook of solitude, she arches her back and with a deep... Continue Reading →

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