poetry


  • unfiltered

    unfiltered

    “Poetry is art” she said  “But I’m worried how it will come across” I told her  Looking at me detached she said sharply “Art’s not filtered”  I nodded in agreement, not to her words but to feeling her passion fuck, she was stunning  Uncomfortable in the silence I spoke up  “What if they don’t understand Read more

  • Untitled post 316

    Hurry… We are wasting time not being together  Another night apart I want you Another meal on our own  I need you  “Relax babe we have forever” she smiled and said I frowned, paused, then swallowed  Trying not to panic… “How long is forever?” I asked She laughed with teeth as white as pearls  “A Read more

  • Heart… Less

    Heart… Less

    I stood there bare You said not a word You closed your eyes I didn’t see it coming You gently ripped my heart from my chest I gasped But not for air   Were your big brown eyes laughing or crying? I couldn’t tell I felt the gaping hole  My eyes now as big as Read more

  • Falling Tears

    Falling Tears

    Tears will fall, But not from my dry eye, I won’t see them coming, For I will look away. Tears will fall, But that doesn’t mean I will for you this time, I have to be cold, Even when you are warm. Are they still falling? I hope they are, Not because I hate you, Read more

  • The beautiful game

    The beautiful game

    It wasn’t the strike It wasn’t the graceful turn, Not the speed, Nor the power, It was the perfect touch of the outside of the foot that guided the ball.  Caressed it,  Kissed it,  Made love to it, Heavy light, light heavy, The sound of leather on leather.  Control absolute. Head up, Starts to see Read more

  • I feel fucking nothing

    I feel fucking nothing

    I feel nothing,Absolutely nothing.That’s a lie,I do feel,I feel numbness, I feel it all the time.Numbness to everything,To the eye, to the touch, to my soul. I feel the moments around me,Ones I have ached for,Pass through my hands like sand,Like I was never there.I can only watch the moment in my mental replay,As I Read more

thoughts of scob

a deep diary of raw thoughts on being hurt, broken, angry, depressed, anxious, bipolar, and scared shitless… with a breath of hope, equanimity, love, kindness, humor, and excitement.

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