A seeking mind
A heart worthwhile
A beautiful soul that speaks to mine
Surely a treasure found
But why then do you hide from me
The other side
The basic beast
With his dirty paws
And sordid dreams
You turn to me with innocent eyes
Deny deny deny
I know he's there and with...
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...
Euterpe, you are too.
Thalia, you lift me up
when I am feeling blue.
Melpomene, you are close to me
Terpsichore, you were my youth
Erato, touch me secretly
Polymnia, you are truth.
Ourania, comes to me at night
and my soul she does enthrall .
Calliope, I love you most,
bubbling beneath the surface.
There was a time I was mischievous, flirty and funny.
There was a time I had so much to give, a time when I could constantly be there for those I love.
There was a time when I had hope and dreams.
There was a time I knew what passion was.
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...
with a hintA gentleman Lounging in your leather chairSparkling deep eyes, like thewild sea,perusing the landscapethrough the paned window.Rolling the brown between male fingerswith a carressing gentlenessthat belies the firmnessYour lips wrap around the Monteas you draw...
thought pops into my head as I'm writing, I just think
Well it appeared for a reason.
And I'm grateful for it because I have had writers block for over half a year.
I use to think I'd want to be a writer but I don't know anymore. I enjoy writing but if it was my passion...
and often I get sidetracked when I'm not updating a piece constantly. So I've decided I'm going to upload five prologues for five completely different books to wordpress and the most popular I'll continue as a kind of web novel and update every two or so days. It's mainly to...
Hold me down do you like it when you I fight, now
Warning. You might need some chains on me right now
We **** over night, morning and did it again, now
I'm more sore, like how you gave me no signs, ow
Gave doors to a whole new life, wow
Discipline me I like it when...
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...
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...
naturethe fragrance of earthamong leaves long fallencrunched beneath soft soles..Feeling the subtle shift of the winda cool change in directionShe wandered..into melancholy meadowsshimmering beneath the sun.
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...
traveling to yours.
Pulling, tugging, gently, slowly,
landing on your shore.
There you stand before me now,
your eyes connect with mine.
I am certain that I know you
from some other life or time.
No words are spoken as we gaze,
time is standing still.
I could stay forever here...
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...
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...
that I thought I was your baby
I was shocked hearing about it
But I doubted, I need reassurance, how could I not
Just took me out
Holding grudges, cause you put me down
Well you completely torn my future
I'm here asking why and throwing shade hoping you'd drown in...
the wonder of it...
The odd texture of certainty
My mind strokes it hesitantly
Aware of its fragility
Before my eyes flash vignettes
We always seek proof...
He's looking into my eyes and laughing
He's enjoying me
There is no hollow ring of falsehood
I feel the...
you remain distant...elusive...gone.
I long for the past
When you held me in a peaceful bliss
And allowed me to dream
Of wonderful, horrible, fantastic things
Now you have deserted me
And my eyes are wide open to the loss
And yet I still beg for your return
"Come back to me...
The objective is in sight.
Impervious to doubt
Chin to the bar.
Now get some sleep!
.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...
He was a misogynist and always had to belittle those around him, and worst of all, he visited often and stayed long.
I understood little about what was going on, but I watched my mother make a broom out of completely natural material. Wild straw, a maple branch, and strands of...
straddling my mindThey seem to have all becomethrobbing pulse points...Spilling across my surfaceFluidLike dark honey smooth and sweetUndulating as a liquid waveThey've become flamesdancing and burning into my thirsty skinand desire... Desire wrapped around my tongueMy body...
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.
springbut irrelevant.Couplets and quatrainsor free form self indulgenceIt's my time to wasteFive- seven- five linesstacked to challenge my egopoor pedestrian.Here I go againmy ink is not innocentmy soul is taintedWhy do we do it?What is there to gain from this?What is the damn...
revealing the spectrum
of primary colors,
but why do you feel the need
to remind us
and spoil the moment?
We know it is
the sound of air filling
a complete vacuum created by intense heat
ten times hotter than the sun.
when negative charged electrons
in me you have a friend.
We can share our secrets,
bad dreams that never end.
The broken see the broken
with eyes so crystal clear.
We can share our secrets,
what strikes us full of fear.
The battered feel the battered,
with hearts so full of pain.
We can share our secrets...
inspiration to write about anything significant lately. Ups and downs, ebbs and flows, writing is indeed an art which reflects life...As the Carpenters tune goes, Trying To Get That Feeling Again... Have a great day Epers.
Off of my mind are our things my sweet honey. I'll carve a path and a tree to your liking. I'll scale the mountain and scale your walls knowing well, I may fall. "All the better" I foolishly think. "Falling off just means falling further." I build a place for us to stay and fire...
towards each other by leaning them against chairs. He would lay on that scary part of the floor and stare down the optic tunnel created by the reflection of the reflection of the reflection of the reflection. He would swear that the seventh reflection of his face in that tunnel...
where I long to go
Into the storm
Through the waves until I reach land
Softly treading the shoreline
Basking in the glow of the horizon
A wall of amber
I stare at it
Awaiting my chance to explore
girl, not what you want so
What you love I do but never enough
Can't expect you to tie a ring on me
You lock me up till it's over with
And all I ever wanted was for you to love
me like husbands do
Run me something good something new
Trying to up my status high was never...
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.
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