Beginning of A Sirens Song

     I stared into my finger printed bathroom mirror as I combed out my long wet hair. My mind drifted to another place. I actually had a date with one of the most gorgeous men i had ever laid my eyes upon. We met just this afternoon in the Black Rose, my favorite coffee shop.

     As soon as he walked through the door his electric blue eyes bore into mine. I was hooked immediately. He looked up at me through the blue streak in his se of black hair. A half smirk danced playfully across his plump lips. My breath caught in my chest. His mere beauty was inhuman. Was he smiling at me?
  "Excuse me miss? Are you gonna order?" The woman behind the counter woke me from my trance.
   
   "Ah yah, sorry, large pumpkin latte please." I began to shuffle through my bag for my wallet.

    "Make that 2 please." Mr. blue eyes said from behind me, handing the woman cash. "It's on me. Hi, my name is Leighton." He reached  his hand out to me.

    "Hello, I'm Scarlett." I felt heat rush to my cheeks. I could tell how red I was by the way he chuckled to himself.

    "Would you like to join me at a table?" Leighton gave me a nervous look, his confidence rang through strong though.

    "I would love that but I am actually late for work." It was always, all work and no play for me.
 
    I meet a man this devastatingly gorgeous and I choose work over having coffee with him. I laughed and quietly reprimanded myself.

   "Well then I guess I will have to take you to dinner tonight." Leighton flashed me a flirty smile.

      I was completely shocked. I hadn't even thought of dating or men in years. Leighton's immediate interest in me took me by complete surprise.

   "So is that a no?" Leighton looked down at me with sad eyes.

  "Oh sorry. Absolutely, I would love that." A nervous giggle escaped my lips.

   Leighton handed me a card. "Here's my cell number. Send me your address and I'll pick you up around 7pm. I know this great Italian place around the corner."

  I will never forget watching him walk out that door. The way the light his his skin made him look like perfect porcelain.

The Demon

She had been in this place so many times before. Felt this fiery attraction that she knew would only end in fatal heart break. So why couldn't she stop herself? Seize this moment right here and run away? She had promised herself she wouldn't let it happen again. She wouldn't let it happen again. She wouldn't allow this beautiful creature to have that power over her. But she was trapped. Lost in his forgiving crystal blue eyes and tempted by his soft, gentle touch. His whisper in her ear sent chills down her spine. She had to run. She had to escape. But, it was too late. He captivated her every thought. Drowned her fears in his loving and oh so promising words.

Philosophy of Poetry

A poem should be read while in a fluster of emotional confusion.
A poem should be painted on every side walk, every coffee cup and paper napkin that floats by my path.
A poem should talk about every inch of emotion or aspect of life that causes your heart to beat even harder.
A poem should infiltrate that soothing moment in everyones life.
Once a poem is read out loud,
It should leave your skin crawling and make you feel like doing back flips.
A poem should bring people to their knees.
A poem is the only antidote to every open bleeding heart begging for mercy,
Some people know how to capture each graceful and disastrous moment with the tip of their pencil.
A poem is life, written, read and felt by everyone in the world.
Once its written you feel free of stress,
It's as if poetry wasn't poetry but therapy.
It was just another way to feel and love and ultimately be heard.