New Drawing - Sorrow

I am so happy with the way that this turned out, I almost gave up on it a couple of times but I am really happy with the outcome. I have so much to learn when it comes to drawing but as long as I can see improvement each time I do it I get a little closer to braving painting...LOL I am a bit fanatical about fantasy and that obviously my inspiration for a lot of what I do.

The Tide

Drift me onto oblivion,
abandon rationale
Rock me into dreams of Forbidden passions
Sing me a lullaby
for you have a gentle voice
Sailing deep into the moment
Drifting on the tide

Sheet like waves wrapping around our legs
Breath is hot and deep
Moist sweet kisses mindlessly dancing where they please
And I sing with anticipation’s sighs
Build upon the crashing waves
till they silently subside
We rest on the shores we’ve created for only us
in drifting echoes as dreams beckon sleep
Until the tide comes in again

Words

One can be touched by words...Truly! The right words can touch so deeply that it transcends space and time and fuses with your soul and becomes a part of you. In fact in my philosophical state of mind I will go so far as to say that words shape the view of the world, of life and of love… So why am I so out of words when it comes to you? My heart fills up, I engage with your eyes, I open my mouth… and nothing....

Deceit

Deceit is like a poisonous vine, that once planted and cultivated and nurtured, it grows so quickly it will choke out everyone you love, till you are left, isolated and alone
With a destruction that can ripple through your life, for years and quite possibly generations after you are gone.

Seduction

We sat in the restaurant. I could do nothing but toy with my french fries unconsciously swirling one in circles in my ketchup. I looked up and was caught captive by his blue eyes peering through his sandy bangs. He smiled knowingly at me slowing his moves as he put down his fork and pulled a piece off his barbecued chicken with his fingers and brought it to up to his mouth. He licked the barbecue on his fingers before opening his mouth and tearing off a bite with his teeth and savoring it and slowly licked his lips. My gaze never left his as he smiled. His message was clear. I was his next meal.

The Freight Train

He came at me like a freight train magnificent and powerful, steady and unwavering. His voice was like the whistle blowing and his light shined into its path to me. Charging… getting louder and louder and closer and closer. My heart began to pound a rhythm of warning. My body shook with anticipation and fear, but my hesitation didn’t effect the speed of this magnificent train, he knew his destination and he was not going to stop till I was under him and a part of him, so I did what any human would do when met with such force… I jumped out of the way.

Hope

I coast through this life
like I am swimming against the current.
Trying to fuel determination
while the support system gets flooded and stalls

Im too stubborn to give up
Too passionate to go numb
and believe me I tried

Reality would have us believe
that we all guard our hearts
as if bandits were holding us at gunpoint
and we stand in the mirror
trying to convince ourselves
that it doesn’t matter.

We are too busy for human contact
and everyone wants to play games anyway
We are really better off
stuck in our cycle of going to work,
going to school,
loving whoever is around
and hitting the fast food joints on the way home.

I say reality is a liar.
While reality is true for some
and appears to be so for many others
there are still those souls
that walk a little slower,
open the doors for strangers
and will take the time
to wait in line for a table
to have a dinner to be enjoyed over conversations.

Nights to be savored and devoured
and left with a starving hunger for more.
Love that leaves you breathless
and feeling intoxicated at the mere mention of a name.