Poem - Page 3

He laid across the bed No. He sat on the edge, it was more welcoming. No. He stood next to it, he didn't want to seem TOO relaxed No. He got under the covers. -- She fixed her hair in the mirror She gave her self a small pep talk.

Author’s note: Fiction – Noun – 1. The class of literature the class of literature comprising works of imaginative narration, especially in prose form. 2. works of this class, as novels or short stories: detective fiction. 3

I spotted you as you entered the room, Found your friends and took your seat, My mind captivated by your charms, You were someone I just had to meet. I mentally rehearsed my lines, As I wandered over to say hello, I just had to give it a shot, For you I surely needed to know

1. I said hello on Tuesday, in a cafe. On Thursday our first date, a single kiss. Took her to a garden the next day— We made out like teenagers, drunk on bliss

ship They told me she was the dirty rag they passed around the club They told me she wasn't worthy, they really didn't know I wasn't worthy I saw the spirit of the Woman in front of me & my addiction took full effect Once she sat in front of me, my fate was sealed I couldn't live without her

I don’t know what’s happening, what I do know is I am nearly out of fight, my fire is dying. The lies, the cheating, the blank face staring back at me, the cold dead eyes that once were alive. No love, No conversation, No affection, No Connection, Darkness is all that surrounds me

eloquent but mute, Searching, staring, longing, Unable to refute Their consuming hunger, The undying fire That burns and keeps on burning In the prison called Desire! Each night somewhere they gather, The so-called unattached And there rehearse in silence The lies that they have hatched

Sex by Pete Marchesi Do I believe in my life That I need to Or do Things have come up against me The words seem to circle In my brain So left without Bereft..

////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// One day, Ricky's stomach was bothering him. He took a bromide. He was wearing a sparkly red brassiere

I sent you a small package I sent you a dark red silk scarf and note I sent you instructions on the note You decided you trust me You decided you would follow the instructions You decided to do it tonight You decided to call me..