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Desire

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You have escaped my grasp far more times than I ever thought I could get so close to possessing you. You have become the story I tell myself on lonely nights and endless days. An indelible part of my life that somehow I crave and despise all at once. It seems so unlikely that I would have fallen for your lines. Yet, there you are crashing through my dreams and here I am wishing hoping wanting lusting begging working struggling to make you mine. Doing whatever I can manage in order to ensnare you. But perhaps that is the problem really. Striving to take possession of a thing that is meant only to be held briefly, let go, and chased once more — ultimately leads to trouble.

And so, again, I am chasing after you.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com

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Questioning?

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How can we continue to let time create this space that is defining us and aging us, chipping apart the timelessness of what we both felt we had found that day?

What has happened to the restlessness of those two spirits once lost, colliding into one another and praising the moment at which they had been found again?

How is it possible that the thing that searched out and heartened to and and bade longingly for just one chance be fading into darkness?

Can it be true or even possible that a thing so solid, under pressure, be reduced to particles floating through air landing dustily in areas unknown?

Is it so easy to lay down the flames once carried, even while knowing that everything they touch will burn away into nothingness?

Will we wake from hopes and dreams and wishes then realize that what was between us, what we once thought was forever, is actually no more?

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com.

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Inside & Outside

The way you say those words,
makes me feel amazing.
So simple.
So deep.
So inspiring.
So much of everything.

The way you say those words,
calls all normalcy into question.
This is the way to speak.
This is the way to touch another’s soul.
This is the way to make someone a believer.
This is everything.

The way you say those words,
is clouds wrapped in sunshine.
Smooth as liquid silk.
Hot as melting chocolate.
Full as just rained rivers.
Open as the most vast plain.

The way you say those words,
is enough to send me sailing away.
Looking forward to the very next time you say:

“Hey you…”

In that way that only you can do.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com