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 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,
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...
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...
The taste of your kiss
Our tongues entwined
All of my demons
Submissive to you
Watching you gently
Break me in two
I want to feel your pain
Driving into me
Because I self destruct
I'll play the martyr
Just erase this ache
Kiss me harder
beach and saw a starfish
That reminded me that she wanted to be selfish
To not want to share me with anyone else is constricting
Believe me, those words to me can be quite releasing
"Wisdom" and beauty combined in one woman is a treat
A beautiful being I desire, even if for...
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...
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...
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...
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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...
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,
as I fly under the radar. When I want to, I can make you fall in love. Suppress the memories of me. You might believe it was a mistake, getting tangled in my arms, but in the end you'll wish I hadn't let you go. You'll dream of me. Of the passion we shared. Of the look in my...
Date a girl who writes.
Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered...
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...
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...
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...
but the hunger
Coursing through my being
Whispering your name
Til my fever breaks
I'd place my palms flat on the wall
That might sustain me
Shallow breaths filled with agony
The ache for you
To come to me
To satiate , end this pain
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...
that i daydream about you.
Every time i sit down and i clear my mind
It always goes back to the thought of you.
At 1st it started with just us hanging out
having a good time.
Now, we're in bed cuddling.
I snap back to reality and shake my head.
I cant help but smile but deep...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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.
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...
Rusty buckle on tight stained denim,
A hard day’s work boots,
A sweat too many dripping down the back,
Guitar accompany the rocky road,
The saxophone blues the sun,
The rhythm cools the heat,
Burning down the golden plain,
A speckle of hope on the horizon,
The abode is in...
cousin of death approaches...
Dim candle lit whispers flicker thoughts upon the walls of endless dusk,
Distorted vibrations resonate across the milky skyline saturated with soft kisses,
Purple ink rain drops flood the canvas constructing emotional tidal waves,
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...