bankrupt

So they called the grey suits in.

To tear up the deeds. Break the bonds.

Served and subpoenaed. In the red.

And they have granted. Overdrafts. Extra time. Increased credit limits.

In pardon. Of the crisis.

But the debt is hemorrhaging. Through the roof. And the radicals are crying foul.

For you have made. Your last withdrawal. There is none left to be devoured.

So the suits have called. The time of death. An authorized state of disrupt.

This emotional bank account.

Is officially declared.

Well and truly. And completely sanctioned.

Bankrupt.

Copyright © whoisannawatts 2014


state of reverie

Lay with me.

In a half-sleep slumber. Under the clouds.

Watch them form. Into shapes.

As the breeze licks. Our skin.

And the waves. Lap at our feet.

Sun kissed shoulders. Squinty eyes. Lazy smiles.

Dream with me.

To another time. And place.

Where fantasies run free.

And love lived a life. Full of hope.

Within you. Within me.

Soar with me.

Where the angels. Tread.

With wings of gold.

On clouds of snow.

High above Olympus.

Love with me.

Within a passionate. Blood red heart.

Immortal as the gods. Who fought for our love.

Everlasting.

Be with me.

Close your eyes. Breathe. My love.

Hear the wind rustle through. The evergreen leaves.

And our cares drift away.

Where freedom breathes. Within my heart.

In this. Beautiful.

State of reverie.

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thirteen

They say you can’t survive. Wearing your heart on your sleeve. For the beasts. Will tear you down.

But there are a million of them out there. Who feed on. The bleed of your heart. Who will break. Your heart. Your spirit. Your soul.

And they will try.

It’s up to you. Not to let them.

The journey. You understand now. Was meant to be.

To break you. Completely. Then mold you into. This brand new being.

Stronger. Wiser. Leaner.

Hybrid.

Able to numb yourself. Completely. To the white noise. Of the empty vessels.

Around you.

To the beasts. Who now serve. Just cause.

As you know. What it’s like. To eat humble pie.

And accept. This is your journey.

For you are not ashamed. Of the way. Your heart beats.

So go on. They can try. To break you.

But never will.

Thirteen. You have arrived.

Welcome home. Warrior.

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butterflies

Throw your colors on me.

Burst your flames of love.

Wait with me until. The stars shoot. Again.

Across the sky.

Indigo as my eyes.

Butterfly my insides.

Kisses on my skin. Against yours.

Soft flutters of warmth. Sweet tender energy.

Still my beating heart. Full of butterflies.

Enchanted. As the Earth spins. Around Orion’s belt.

Overflow your cup. Runneth over. For me.

And we shall be. Winged.

Hovering. Gently. Like butterflies.

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heat

Hello you Italian stallion. Chiseled head to toe in your six foot three vessel.

Twenty-six. And ready to. Conquer the world.

Battled the cross of kings for me. Chased me down like a hurricane.

And like a cyclone. Chasing still.

Unrelenting.

Do you reminisce. To seduce my heart.

Tall. Dark. And oh so handsome.

Melt the girls. Their hearts a flutter.

Yet here you are.

But don’t I remember. What it was like. With you.

So let’s remind me.

Sweet. Tender. Heat.

Legs. Shoulders. Chest. Italian charm sweetness.

And a wicked. Sense of humor.

So bring my curves. Home to you. Shall I.

Peek a boo a little show and tell.

Exquisite. As you remember. Me.

Flash that devilish grin. Strut that stride.

Watch your hair. Fall in your eyes. Skips my heart. A beat.

Nothing latent. Of this heat.

So drop that Armani suit. Bvlgari cufflinks.

Welcome back to the ring. Now let’s rumble.

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everything

There were no spirits broken.

There were no stories told.

There were no lives affected.

There were no moves so bold.

There were no life changing moments.

There was no heart to bleed.

There was no silence following.

For there was no need.

There were no stars that stopped. Shining.

There was nothing to tell.

There is nothing to miss.

There was no journey through hell.

There were no tears shed.

There were no moments lost.

We didn’t break any promises.

There were no fingers crossed.

There is no missing you.

There is no missing me.

And perfectly right on cue.

We let the silence be.

And even though there was nothing.

Not a word. Or a sound. Not a din.

In that moment. There was you. There was me.

There was everything.

Copyright © whoisannawatts 2014


urban love

Sunlight streaming in. Rays of golden dust flicker. Across the room.

Drake crooning from an electronic device. Bass beats pump the speakers. Vibrate the quiet air. Around you.

As you stand. Contemplate the horizon. Watch it shift. Like a breeze coming in.

Soft. Gentle. Safe.

Morning sounds stir the moments. Drum in time. With your heart. Drumming in time to the rhythmic bass beats. Of Drake.

Honeyed tones of skin against. Golden muscled hues. Soft sway of hips. Hand in yours. Blond bold knight.

And you breathe. Sigh that ecstasy. Colors burst your sky.

Crank that beat up. Merge your worlds of joy.

Here today. Gone tomorrow. But a moment forever.

This is what they call. Urban love.

Copyright © whoisannawatts 2014


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