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...
.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...
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...
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
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...
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.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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
(Live Pulse Concert)
“The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over land” (quote from Pink Floyd Sorrow lyrics)
Leila, her image in the window, watches him walk away
Her door to this universe slams shut
He bursts out of the house,
Behind him the laws of science is about to...
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...
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
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
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...
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...
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...
into my chest...
But maybe it was just my imagination...
Snore next to me and warm my feet..
My mind is thousands of miles away...
Why go to where you are rejected..? Why...
Why do you not wish to stay?
Self injury isn't limited to the physical...
I wish I...
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...
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...
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...
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 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.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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.
Smoke rising, passion swirling within body energy
I made you uncomfortable
Stolen looking, naked hunger, memory inhaling
Brown gazelle legs, Life's art preserved beyond touching,
Polka dot ruffles caressing dancing fluid hips
I squeezed you hard ice...
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...