Siren Whispers

Siren Song


Sentimental stirrings

Waylaid by sentimental stirrings

as unintentional memories

are found folded in my pocket.

The faint scent of those yesterdays

clinging to the paper,

the creases telling a tale of yearning

and regard,

when words were the currency

of our affections

and the way we held each other close

through the night.


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Pain doesn’t advance in degrees

It’s a sudden deluge that overtakes you

filling up your lungs

with every kind of darkness

and bile

My hand rises from below

feeble with exhaustion

as I try to find the strength to battle

drowning in what is

seeking to swim

in what will be


**I initially posted this on Instagram but within a few moments it was deleted due to “Violation of community guidelines”. I’m not sure how they were violated as there is no revealing nudity nor anything explicit. Simply an artsy photograph I chose to use to articulate my writing.

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I used to keep her quiet,

shushing the giggle that would erupt easily.

Making her pay attention to serious things,

but always visiting her

whenever my soul needed recharging.

The path back to the purest part of me

was always there,

I just needed to take it,

and now it is the path I choose to travel.

She, the ideal companion on this road trip,

finding inspiration wherever she looks,

seeking the positive to gilt those melancholy clouds,

doing whatever her heart desires,

because life is short

and she doesn’t want to stop tasting

at one flavor.


*Written over on Instagram for #innerchild prompt

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Dusk speaks

Dusk speaks to me in silent whispers,

capturing my attention

like a finger dragged along the spine.

My senses sharpen

as the quiet takes precedence

over the lush sounds of day.

Unbound and free

my mind becomes loud,

though I say not a word.

My fingers run over the page

bringing forth

what lurked beneath the placid surface,

with nary a ripple to be seen

until twilight embraced me

and made me her own.


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She is red lace…


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She is all curves and soft skin.

A dark tempest of hair

and eyes the color of a stormy sea.

She is red lace

against pale skin,

chaste yet wanton.

The juxtaposition

of innocence and sin.

Good girl and bad girl.

A contrast that

bewitches him

beguiles him

and entices him

to unravel the enigma

that is her.


*Not a new post but still relevant


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Like air, I’ll rise

Like air, I’ll rise

you cannot see me

yet I’m felt

like the wind that whispers your name

or touches you


a cool caress upon your cheek


Like air, I’ll rise

and greet your lips

in a kiss

and like a snowflake


from your heat


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Caution is her mantra.

There is nothing quite like losing yourself

in feeling

in desire

in love,

but the path she’s on requires a spine of steel

and an open heart.

It also requires bravery 

in putting herself first.

Walls are created

 brick by brick

and they must come down in the same fashion.

Well, hers must in any case.

A dismantling that is slow,

brick by brick.

Each one replaced

with something she was missing.




There will be no rapid pull down of the wall,

à la Berlin,

but rather a slow chipping away at the defenses she erected

to protect her tender heart.



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