Forced- like the smile on a stranger with the intentions of making it through a Monday morning, the rigidness of expectation traps me. I don’t look forward to playing by the rules, not because I’m a rebel, but because it stifles my freedom. A free being with the desire of being led by my inspiration, … More Duality
I did not choose writing, it chose me; in my lonesome, in the days that I sat with my heaviness and my light, my intuition and my keen sense of empathy, every nerve ending on my skin prickled by life’s abrasiveness, the pen and paper sat with me. … More Strange love affair: writing
The troubles of being intentional…. intentionally sensational, captivatingly curious, despite those blatantly oblivious. See, the mysterious hold a pot of gold brewing beneath the surface. Not everyone can peek into it, interpretation is key. But not anyone can decipher it, the text turning tables as it silently admonishes. Not illegible- just subtle, in it’s esoteric terms. Read … More Not your cup of Tea
Buried in the berry of my cheeks After the sun creeps But before you’re consciousness roused You beat your inhibitions and your words get the best of me The sweet confession sprout in the upper rim of the clock Firm- your impressions are best in the morning erecting a sensation when I reciprocate your professions … More Deeper
Choose your perspective It’ll lead to your perception Bottom line guessing Began with integrity Ending with deflection Prominently displaying rebellion Telltaling taboo Hoping for resurrection Identify the enemies And the follies of perfection Those who have no altitude At the ledge of their perspective The ones we choose to love Are the ones from which … More The principle.
Because your touch feels like love And your tickle feels like romance And your gaze…. Your gaze holds all my attention And leaves me in a trance Your hands through my hair is bliss And your kiss, much like your fingertips Electricity You please me with your existence You tease me with your authenticity Sensibly … More Darling, you send me
These words are for you, To keep on going To push a little harder Now is not the time to give up It’s your time To spread your beautiful wings And show the world what you’re made of You have to know That now is your time Peace and love. ✌ Kimmy D.
Because your touch feels like love and your tickle feels like romance and your gaze….. your gaze leaves me in a trance your hands through my hair is bliss and you kiss, much like your fingertips- electricity you please me with your existence you tease me with your authenticity sensibly, I’m sensitive and our arrangement … More Spirits intertwined
Fertilize my garden of wonder with your bull shit Shall we? Go on into the night Ignorant and free Fire burning in my eyes Heat between our beings Little matters other than the freedom we’re feeling And you’re aware That tomorrow may not come You grab my hand and we run into The danger of … More In theory
Identifiably a free spirit no ties to anything relevant can’t find semblance to make sense of it unspoken rationale breaks me down in minuscule ideas to follow the possibilities, though without thought, never seem to fall shallow not tied to any place or thing most call it wanderlust others simply lost me- utter chaos the inability … More A truly free spirit
So bluntly sincere.... 