His Hell... My Bliss

My flesh is thin glass
Easily breakable…

The only arms I wanted were his
And I thought I knew
What love truly is
Until I met you

So drag me into your hell
I’m already caught in the flames
Turn me into your fire
Before I turn into ashes

My flesh melts away
And my skin cracks open
You reside inside of me
Burning… scorching me

I melt into a bliss
As the coldness dissipates
My cells adapt to the heat
Until they burst…


So this is my first post. I just created this blog, and I have no idea how to make it work. I’m an aspiring writer, and I want to get my name out there, so that, when I’m finished with my book, it won’t come out unnoticed. I’m trying to create a beautiful site so that it can generate excitement around my writing.
Part-time designer, part-time writer… I live for creativity and innovation.
Poetry was a self-discovery path. I wrote my first poem without realizing what I was actually doing.
I either write every day, or I happen to write once per year! Yeah, no balance whatsoever.
Read my blog and enjoy.
Cheers!