mist clouds my view
The metallic sound of a Fender
Grinds the harmonics to eternal ripples
The northern lights electrify my ribs
Your echoes reverberate my soul
Your ignorance amplifies my determination
Your heartbeat, not worth synchronized
The tone heats my bones
my fiction writing project
Last night I did pretty well. I get ideas for this project in snippets - usually at inconvenient times, like in the shower or driving to work. So as soon as I can while it's fresh in my mind, I scribble it down on a piece of...
Leave This World
The door creaks open. A silhouette stands by the frame waiting in anticipation. The soft hazy glow behind him hides his hesitation. The trembling of his hands fluctuate the dusty glow hitting the surface of the mahogany writing desk on the other side of the...
Will live a life of crime that not even the law can end. Will spend the rest of our life's in the road,running from this dark world. Our journey will bring a burden to the people who don't want to let reality go but joy to the people who do.Ill show you a life without reality...
With a beginning, middle, and end. Usually it's missing a timeline, but not this one.
Now if I can keep my adult-onset ADD in check...and summon up the self-discipline to actually *work on it* and *finish* it....this could be cool!
I LOVE YOU!
Aft'... Our bodies are spent.
After, sweaty limbs are entangled.
exquisitely long after,
Hastily disrobed clothes lay crumbled
notes of arousal
blown inside reckless desire.
What does one say...
have danced so...
pulsing life within me
For all those steps I thought to take
I let you hold me back
You whisper slyly in my ear
I feel your breath, warm, yet I shiver
Words of seduction like "don't," "can't"
You bound me tightly, safely, securely
Near lake Windermere, Lake District UK. Late afternoon, Miryam steps out of the car. She embraces a knee-high white backless dress, tailored to her exquisitely-shaped body and personality, her light reddish blonde hair tied in a bun, revealing the perfect slim line of her...
and full of emotions. It is like a release from all the chains which bind me. People who can write and express their emotions are helping others in a way. Writing and reading is an individual and unique experience between the writer and the reader. It is a connection formed...
From a fire long forgotten.
There is history there,
in that lonely pile of ash,
embedded in that ember.
The book is closed,
the lock has turned for now.
What was written remains,
emanating feelings with no reason.
I walk near you, beautiful inhibition
Always besides you
So paranoid by my affection
Be prepared tonight it's all knew
Only time we go to show love to each other
It's you, forever together
Tonight you'll see, I'm right here
Tomorrow you'll never forget tonight
Lately, I've been taking pictures in attempt to preserve the moment. Everyday is a different picture, painted gorgeously in the space just above your very head.
As I sometimes gaze up at the swirling colors above me, I wonder if anyone else is looking as well, and breathing in...
For not taking that step before.
I know it's always been fear
From breaking that boundary.
Just want you to know
That I love you.
I'm just afraid.
Of disappointing your heart.
Of disappointing you.
hold you up on a rush
Don't make me want to hold you up against ...
We smoking Hookah, drinking alcohol, pop a pill
Remember when we did this for the thrill, uhm yeah
I don't want to get so loose
No body here but me, just you
If you got something to prove, uhm yeah how...
hazy shadowsand fiery warmthalong fields and foliageand seeping thrillingly into skinLanguishing like it owns summerSweet Autumn crooks it's fingerbeckoning seductively as if to say....Soon you shall swoon and fall into meAnd I shall burst into brilliance.
and close my eyes.
i will picture something pleasant in my mind
and feel arms that are not there
protecting me from the bad dreams
that enjoy taunting me and haunting me
so that when i wake, i wake refreshed
and fit to fight another day.
Flatts - Holding On
Bare feet, holding her long white lacy dress up to her silky thighs, she walks to the rhythm of a solo piano movement. The thin stems of the green field gently brush her skin, paving away a path in this pastural landscape for their beloved blue-eyed dark...
and I have an assignment due in one week - the first draft of a short story.
Most of the story is already in my head - I just need to write it down. It's about the same characters who are in the novel I'm writing. (The novel is about how my life should have turned out, as...
My bleeding heart is broken, while never knowing the reasons why.
Sometimes I think that I hate you.
But then I step back in time.
How can this be forever
...if you dont stay to see me cry.
skymoon in perfect balanceAs pale stars bloom over the pinesBlend into intimacycurves molding rough edgesSkin kissing skinIn languid warmthMy fingers painting whisperson your chestYour strong rhythm throbbing to my earThe rough undressedThe submission sweetConnected with...
The weary sun this day does not rise
as the earth is rent in twain
by a booming blare spawned from a sickly horn.
Ragged hands wrapped in beads of Rosary
scrape their way up the fleshy earth.
A man near the opened earth, of no religion does he ascribe
who days ago did laugh...
on a sunny afternoon
The ringing laughter
The warmth of wonder
The innocence of simplicity
The hopes and dreams that trail in your wake
Bittersweet kisses in my mind
You take the happiness I would give
The sweetness I would share
The softness I would feel
With an open heart
How warm the love left to the cold? How reaching the words no one reads? How full the glass no one drinks? How blue the sky in which nothing flies? How dark the day when gone is light? How moving the song no one will sing? How hale beats the heart which bleeds? How quiet the...
thunderstorm and rain,
Wash away my pain and fear,
Crashing my lips onto yours,
Blinding my sight with your eyes,
Freezing your face in my hands,
Hanging onto your hair for survival,
Submerging my tongue into your ocean of passion,
Embracing your body into my soul,
and try to tell you something about me, I probably couldn’t. In fact, some topics I will deliberately avoid talking about because of their exposure. Exposure, yes, I know you’re wondering what I mean. It’s hard to explain though, but I’ll try. So It’s warm where you...
This one sweet gift I seek
All the longing I feel
The regrets I contend
Wind themselves round my heart
Blind my eyes
Clutter my mind
Buzz in my ears like angry bees
For this is how they perpetuate
Steal the senses for their own survival
And so the war...
for awhile now.
Last night I had a dream I was back in high school and our lit teacher made us write a 4,000 word story... I obviously miss writing. But I still have this block I can't get past.
I need motivation.
it's dying..Like a love that seems to endYet, perhaps only fading into dormancy.Just as that tree shall burst forth into lifeon some warm spring day.Perhaps that love also never quite dies,But is lying in quietude, stillness..Waiting to be reignited in some brilliant ray of...
Ticking clock and candlelight
The cold company of despair hovers in the flickering shadows
"I'm always here," it whispers
"I'll never leave you"
"Embrace me, let me in"
A siren's song for the unwanted heart
To wallow in the sorrow
Let go and let the pain flow...
Admitting that there are so many others More fit to stand by your side
Admitting that I am not worthy.
Admitting that I am nothing but a crazy, psychotic w****,
With a dead man in her shadow,
And a dead child in her arms.
Admitting that I will never be that ideal...
.The echo of clinking metal resounds and vibrates along the hillsPulsing, pounding like a heartbeatYou, mounted on your trusted steedYou, wrapped in your armorNoble man of strength and honorMany battles have thou fought and wonRough and worn and torn asunderThou hast returned to...
christian boy. Always taught to treat women like the princesses they are. He knew he was lucky. Dad was a powerful, imposing man, but he was confident in himself, so much so that he allowed his vulnerability to be seen.
He danced with his little girl at Father Daughter dances...
for Dec to watch a new show on Netflix :) the 11th :) an Adam Sandler western show :) called the ridiculous 6 :)
In other boring news.. I vacuumed the living room :) and my dog chewed up all my old shoes :/ (I hid my new ones) kinda a bummer though..
I like old...
her cheek blurred as salt filled tears fall soaking one spot on her silky blouse that made her a lady. Her neck and chest flushed by the heat of emotion as desperation bellows from her core.
Slouched like a child in a large brown arm chair, she gazes off lost in a familiar...
Imperfect in every way.
She had no color to attract.
No thorn to protect.
Such things matter little when one is a weed.
But every few months she mustered a bloom.
A bloom not of fireworks and sunsets, the weed bloomed with a hushed beauty.
A quiet pretty...
A clock ticking somewhere
Another moment lost
I can't seem to care
A yawning ache
In the vicinity of the heart
The walls that usually comfort
Press in, suffocate
Magnify the sound of my breath
The beat of my heart
There will be no...