The moment before sex

Like a cat playing with its toy
between every girl and boy
a war unspoken
grievances unheard by courts of law
or spoken speech

an eye twitching
a shell destroyed
a quick, captured look
and a fighter goes down

a smell of the scent of cologne
it's over; I'm in position now

the fatal attraction; unstoppable kiss
and your entire army is buried in the ground.

A Spoken Thought

Spoken thought
Dylan Paul

I feel my heart breaking
I barely can survive
Fallacies turn to monotony
And I strive to stay alive.

I want to end this sorrow
But I can’t make out ahead
The dreams and mountains climbed
I almost feel like thread-

As it flows through the needle of some machine
Winding and weaving and clean, soak, preen.
Making perfection where there is only sorrow
Is like living a lie or putting life till tomorrow.

I try sometimes for glory
I’d like to find some gold
Or listen to the drunken man
Tell me stories of old.

I wish I had a soften cheek
To press against mine
The skin to touch
The soul to steal
And just a little more time.

Life’s like clockwork working against me
I’m wanting to be victorious but still I can hardly see.