He didn’t have a prayer his words don’t count for much face down in a puddle mud clinging to his clothes heel stamped hard down on his neck hands finding next to nothing blade slips past his spine heart cries ... why?
Exchanged written words Likes and comments first E-mails came affection grew Arranged to meet she got cold feet Another day they met half-way He reached out she let him touch Hours flew departure hurt Is this the end don’t know do you?
She didn't mind his years his smile, his lines she saw the man others a silent view shaken heads, you fool she moved towards him he stood still, until time called, one of two
Would you go from nowhere to somewhere in the dark Do you let a moonbeam light your path till dawn Did you feel a heartbeat resting next to yours?
Before she touched he felt her she took his hand “let’s dance” all eyes upon them read her a stranger yet none more familiar she moved him into her grace “Let go move with the music” he did as he was asked she let him sense her soul find his rhythm deep inside her … Continue reading Sixth Sense – Eric (EDC Writing)
Never handsome yet had something his few all head turners naive blushed easy kissed gentle no tongue held hands never groping none kept him for long college bus heard whispers he the slow one kind though the one they said “I wouldn’t marry” one kept to herself “I will one day” ♦ This the first … Continue reading Gentleman in Waiting – Eric (EDC Writing)
I just wrote a really nasty reply didn’t send what's the point you get your kicks messing with people stupid just like me Sure my own fault dumb to fall for it for so bloody long too so well done you no doubt you feel smug kept this fool believing But just one … Continue reading Word Whoring – Eric (EDC Writing)
He looked at her, she wasn't you an hour ago, the day before she bled, pushed out, not anymore he looked at her, she cried too.
Eric (EDC Writing) – the find of my week – my choice for ‘Pay It Forward Thursday’ at the Go Dog Go Cafe…
Id trade my secrets and sacred playlists but sometimes you have to sin in the right direction. I’ve been asleep like an underlying theme and I’ve been ablaze to the point of silence. The fabric and seams serving only to obscure the magnificent reality that we or I am both the artist and the artwork.
But I’m only hollow words and goddamn bones. I have a vicious love with a soft heartbeat to try to make up for what I lack. I’ll always feel you looking over my poems with an eerie smirk. But my love affair with the ocean that you loved to watch dresses my body in faded threadbare jeans and the favor of fading from memory.
Eric’s (EDC Writing) Pay It Forward Thursday choice for this week…
Everyday I buy more boxes and more trunks,
to stow away the harmless opinions and stories of mine
that have never left my mouth,
and have never known
how the cold air of this world feels like.
They are better off not knowing
how they are going to be broken and crushed
till nothing of them is left.
Let them die in the voiceless trunks.
At least a corpse of what they were
and the soul of what they lost
shall be locked in the same walls.
That’s the only kindness I am capable of delievering-
to spare them the purity of meaning
and dignity of thought
that was never put to question
and never put to shame
by this world
that to everyone does the same.