Biography of Heather Milks
Born in the Pacific Northwest and raised by a strong woman I became just that, a strong woman. I write about others tales of life, love and sorrow as well as my own. I fell that life is neither good or bad, rather inspiring, it is up to the individual to decide how it is perceived. Life is what you make of it, what you take from it, and if you break from it. I love Hemmingway and his descriptions, Niche and his honesty, and of course, The Almighty for his generosity.
Heather Milks's Works:
Heather Milks Poems
Days And Nights
I always seemed to wonder If you could love my blunders and take me in just how I came to be.
Around A Corner
Something’s about to happen. What it is I don't know just yet. But it's big, and its coming. It's coming to steal my smile
Could you love me? Could you be inspired by me? Could you understand me? Could you remember me?
Euphoria (For My Soulmate - I Love You)
One can easily envisage a love that is flawless. A sovereignty of inhibitions, a union impassible, infallible. Phenomenal perfection from every perspective.
7 To 10... Remember When?
Remember when you were a kid? Somewhere between 7 and 10. Do remember that far?
Hypnotized by you once more I never could refuse you desire me as I die in your grasp I never could refuse you
I could never be without you in our lives, Because you are our life.
She's everything I have. She is all I need with the smallest hands so soft and sweet.
I have doubted me I have questioned me I have sat and thought lesser and less of me.
I dont know how else to put it. It was hot! It was sweaty and salty and dirty! Just the way I like it.
The Swordsman's Lover
He comes to me in the darkness of the night. Body pulsating, from battles afar and battles within, touches me in ways only a warrior can. His flesh hot and wet,
My Lonliness Is No Longer My Own
you are haunting me you penetrate me i feel your hands from the inside moving through my soul
Time Will Never Wait
Time will never wait It will never slow down Hold on to a moment as tight as you can But it will only be that... a moment
She was petite and oh so delicate Bald and sweet with the silliest toes! I could respire all of her scent for hours As she lay across me so precisely
Again we meet,
again we feel each others lips
again we touch each others skin
again I can feel the way I remember.
Will we loose one another again?
Will we find the world beautiful again?
Will we make mistakes again?
Will we fail and fall again?