Will You Never Return


Reblogging from “Eclectic Unconfined”
I like this one and thought I’d share here too.
Please be aware that there is more explicit content on “Eclectic Unconfined”.
Thanks for reading, your visits are appreciated.
~ kei

Originally posted on Eclectic Unconfined:

We were once upon a backseat
I try to write us and I can’t
The words scorch the screen
And how I envy that girl in your arms
The green-eyed one who stole your virginity
And tied her red ribbon round your neck
To mark you, make you hers
She walks our old haunts and wonders
How it has come to be that such fire
That once consumed the world and us with it
Could bite so fierce and crush her bones
As if it was just another November
A bleak and frozen winter
Just like this cold and dying thing
That pretends to be my heart
I would call you with words
If I thought you ever came here
But then…
I’m no poet when it comes to you
You make me feel like English is my second language
Though I’m sure I could speak your body
In every…

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Her Muse

I know you are not gone

Your presence lingers here


Like the scent of Marlboro’s

To this battered leather jacket

Like autumn’s last leaf

Bravely waving in the wind

Like the ghost of your lips

Pressed to my collarbone


Do not forget, I live here yet

In the turn of a page, in a turn of phrase

In this muse’s deepest heart

I know you’ve yet to depart

For I still still feel you slipping through my veins, smoke curled essence of you curls round my brain and you never did say goodbye so I’ll hold fast and will not cry


I know you are not gone

~ kei

19 November 2014

Bleddyn and Sleeping kateri

Ink, Ex-lax and Ennui

So… seeing as I have nothing to say, I might as well clutter up the Reader with more annoying detritus.

Is it my imagination or are there less and less posts to read? I follow a lot of people, which makes that Reader a damnable taskmaster at times but there is less there. Has WordPress taken to “tailoring” our content a la Facebook? IE: algorithim’d – I’m a writer, I can make up words – what we are “permitted” to see?

Or are y’all suffering writer’s block like me? Not so much block as teenage rebellion of the pen. The ideas are there, a word or two but I don’t want to sit down and write, it feels a waste of time better spent elsewhere – antsy, bored, and disenchanted.

Speaking of that. Where did so many people go?

What happened to RJ,David Eric Cummins, Memoirs Of A Dragon, McFcWolf, Lady Day, Silkred, Miss Lizzy, Lovinchelle, Desires and Passions…?

Because I don’t miss nearly enough posts or already feel big time guilty about not reading what I can see!




Is it Friday yet?