The only one who takes notice is the blonde at the bar, her unsmiling smile shows at the corner of her eyes. I notice because I am on the prowl, after all.
I can foresee that The scratching of this pen Will make me Jab it in my eye And take away My gift for symbolism And in the next life I’ll be a flake of ash Burnt from the corpse of Something beautiful ©Ramon Sturdivant
Gorgeous green eyes Deep set, twinkling as the stars Cut of glass, asymmetric beauty Cheeks cupped, held light and firm Staring wreck horror fascination It's almost gone. It's all worthwhile. And time goes on ©Ramon Sturdivant
A quick smile stretches Bringing the warmth out A hand, gentle and lithe Touches and placed Around your head Brown hair in my eyes Brown hair in my mouth Intoxicating scents Without breathing And always The smoldering of her eyes It'll burn you down. ©Ramon Sturdivant
Red roses in bloom When they're in season again And the new fashions have begun The sidewalk stands alone, to the side From where it all started When I feel like dying ©Ramon Sturdivant
I've been on a masquerade all this time, Can't you see the hatefulness of it all? It seems like one more day Can be quite enough. It seems As if it's the entire time. I cant remember something more Venerable, elaborate; scheming. If it was the way it is, How could it ever be the … Continue reading Shostakovich
This will change everything. My hand bleeds and has long cramped. Let's set this fire together before it can last. At the end, at the very end, The smallest of things, woefully forgotten. If we were on trial; if this was a stage. If that was the spotlight; if we could only. ©Ramon Sturdivant