Your mind is clear
Severing your solitude
You hear her
Calling out to you
Lies deep in her eyes
Between her thighs
Absolve the mediocrity
With a pain so deep
Rage becomes need
Your illusions lie...
eyes expecting to see a shadow clawing at me, but there was no shadow where I expected to see the shadow there was a pile of dark liquid which I presumed to be blood. An ominous voice came from behind me, "Greetings Michael, I am.... The Shining One. You do realise if I didn't...
Sitting At Night,
By The Lake,
On My Rocking Chair,
In My Torn Jeans,
Call It What You Like,
But When The Blues Echo In My Soul,
Thinking Of You,
Thinking Of The Days Gone By,
Plunged In A Hidden Wonder,
This Solitude Is Heaven...
and cold sweat
Move across my untouched flesh
My bruises are fading
And I'm contemplating
Ways to entangle myself in your web
Cold air in my face and I only taste you
Unfair , but I wait and I crave only you
A sickness of desire
And scenes in my mind
Your touch gets me...
The images I draw of you will never be admired
The passion to discover your soul will never be felt
From one hurdle to the next, the end is not in sight
If only I could drink the ink from your veins to write my song
If only I could run the deserts and canyons to...
Pour salt in the wounds
That still bleed for you
Forget her it's better I don't know the truth
I don't want you
I don't need you
Yes I do
Tell me you're sorry you broke my heart
For the pieces of me you tore apart
Your blind drunk and venomous work of art
A spinning compass
A shredded map
Your fingertips across my lips
Tiny little slivers
With the shards left from words
That I spoke in reverse
Mixed anger with hurt
And you tasted it first
Open my mouth and the devil comes out
and dreamt I was a feather. A little white feather. Not perfect but small twisted and worn. Still beautiful. Delecate and soft like a fragile snowflake. The wind lifted me up in the sky.
The wind pushes me forward twisting and spinning. I get dizzy. I float for miles...
Maybe I am just the kind of a boring book quite so easy to forget...
A spare time...
Or some kind of a gift that you like but not exactly the kind you wanted...
Maybe I wasn't the kind you would tell other people about...
Or the kind you would free your time for...
But I hope...
Minutes feel like hours,
Hours feels like days.
When will the time speed up?
Will it ever speed up?
The uncertainty is driving me insane,
I want the seconds to feel like seconds!
The minutes to feel like minutes!
When my eyes are open it's like an unending day,
and this is chapter 1 Waking Up. Hope you enjoy
The last thing I remembered before it happened was seeing a man in a dark jacket running after me, I awoke in a dark room the only source of light in the hellish cage was a flickering candle. I finally got out of the half...
I will admit that I am fearful. I am not ashamed of this and I do not regret it... because fear reminds me of my humanity, reminds me of caution, and spares me of my arrogance...
Fear isn't something to ignore, it is merely another obstacle to embrace and overcome.
they see me as shy, dumb and invisible. But that's not me, to be honest no one really knows who I am, people think they know what I am thinking and what I would do in most situations, and most of the time they are wrong. I'm at that horible age when your not sure what the future...
so I can indulge,
The desire of what man calls lust,
Just one touch,
I long for it all,
The whispers calling me fed up with the pain,
No one can insulate my desires because I strive for the most,
Call me sick but that I am not,
Ill I am diseased...
let him go ; let go of her
We can't let go unless we're sure
For something that can dislocate
Something cold to numb the ache
Something to be our next mistake
Something like love lying in wait
Satans got his eyes on me
With marked intent , selfishly
The cross I wear...
cage on my heart
Beneath my breast
Piercing my ribs with every breath
I'm left and dead set on what I regret
You deny my pain like I'll suffer less
Drive me insane and tore off my dress
To spill the words I couldn't say
They dance on my tongue
Like birds of prey...
and posting it on this site called FictionPress, so if you're interested in reading it I provide the link. I would appreciate any constructive feedback and criticism. Hopefully my writing isn't terrible. Thanks!
I am closer to you
And you are to me
I am feeling your pain
I am the hell that stands between our fate
It's the way you smoke your cigarettes
It's the way I fade into your debt
You see I'm insane but you haven't left
Tasted our madness...
Does anyone else here daydream about a story they are writing? I find myself so involved in something I am working on, that I literally walk around with my head in the clouds all day at work, and I can barely wait for the weekend when I can park it in front of my computer...
A teacher in front of a whiteboard. Students in between the ages of eleven and thirteen sitting in their desks. The bright light from the outside shining through the window. This would seem to be like any normal school day...if it wouldn't be for the horrid smell entering the...
I wouldn't ever say that writing is my hobby. That would be too weak and too unappropriate expression for everything that it means to me.
Writing is my desire, my passion, my freedom, my way of leaving the mark. I may say that it has actually become my way of thinking as well...
I think not.
Do you know your soul?
I know not.
For if We did, we would embrace each others choices, no matter what they may be.
Do you know his heart?
I think not.
Do you know his soul?
I know not.
For if We did, we would honor his masculinity and raise him up in times if...
out of the room as fast as possible not daring to look back afraid of what I might see. I ran and ran for ages down a hallway that went on forever and ever, I could've sworn I went past that same door before. "W-what the hell is going on? I've ran past that same door a crap ton...
Detach those hooked-in heart strings,
go beyond the ties that bind.
Look up, my heart, look at the skies,
so full of endless opportunity.
Look at the earth,
so ripe with endless possibilities,
waiting to break past the surface
of the apparently.
at the life...
A quiet warm summer night,
We talked about anything and nothing,
Gazed at the southern hemisphere crux,
Phil Collins 'One More Night' on our shared walk-man,
Switched from one slow eighties to another,
Your long flower-pattern dress, bangles,
Your long ponytail hairstyle,
I feel the heart of mother earth
beat in unison to mine
as we fall between time
and space and sky and sea
into a vastness where love reclaims me.
It is a realm of peace and trance
where all of life moves in a dance
of perfect synchronicity,
and I am you, and you are me,
you cry when you listen
i am the breeze you will feel
but only for a moment
i am the sunset you want to see
but you only see once
i am the night you want never to end
but it ends
i am the dream you want to keep dreaming
but it ends
i will bring spring in your life...
though I'm beautiful
Even though my souls for sale
My dark skin slowly going pale
The rush of my blood going stale
I can rise like a Phoenix
From ashes to freedom
A goddess like Venus
But you'll never see this
I am merely a formality
Abstract from your reality
Using words to seduce my way in
Into your lungs
On the tip of your tongue
Into your blood
On the shelves of your soul
Where no one else goes
I wish I could find
The way into your mind
You remind me of that perfect line
When the ocean meets the sky...
..ALWAYS, we touch in warm sugar flowers and sun yellow whispers...serpent stiff, and feline curved..connected, fire-fleshed and electric. twisting in a river of urgent limbs souls lung swallowed in a kiss...lips travel flesh in a summer language;...the speech of warm falling...
since i'v heard his voice,
or watched him walk by the sea,
with the waves washing his sand covered feet,
as fast as the sea could see...
There are days when i could sit all alone by the coast,
yet hear his voice low and high,
crowds of people often stood by...