A Man Anewall that I have has been given.
The bonds that tie my soul
are love and sorrow.
Traced in memory
are tearful journey
and traitorous sorrow.
Today I am anew,
each breath a gift.
Tomorrow is gilded that
thought may be renewed.
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Embraces by InstallmentSoftly their lips touched, just the hint of a wind through leaves. Their eyes met and for a fraction of a moment his breath caught. Her eyes had a glow, a hunger... a need.Embraces by Installment
"Kiss me. Hold me," her look asked him before she could.
He slowly wrapped his arms around her, his eyes still entranced within hers. Every movement seemed slow motion, full of passion and heavy. He had to restrain himself from using his full strength; afraid that if let go he might hurt her with the adrenaline pumping through his every vein. Pulling her close he smelled
by ~Onic
Monday MorningMonday morning, 7:00am. I wait for Rebecca to get dressed so I can drop her off on my way to work. I’m late already. She’s asking how she looks in her new panties with little lacy frills around the top. They look like a five year old should be wearing them; she looks like she’s forty in them. For a brief moment I picture her burning, completely consumed in flame from her light blue toenails to her still drying half-permed hair.Monday Morning
I say, “You look good,” not mentioning the thirty pounds she needs to lose, the cottage cheese on her thighs, or even the red zit on her face, made only slightly less noticeable by the pound of so cal
by ~Onic
PinkI connect myself by speaking words about how worlds would be better with various reasons and certain justifications for my predictions and all predicaments.Pink
The card does its thing and the bill wraps round itself in caresses we all feel. How do you party; not really a question as such anyway, and I compose myself.
Pink hair and this girl, stands, startled staring out of, into me, you talking. Little importance, staring, seeming insignificant in the light of the clouded room, mind. Suns set, then rise, moon, smoke, glasses clinking,
re
by ~Onic
BullyI'm a regular ordinary guy who's had a few from time to time. This one time being no different from any in particular.Bully
----Until----
On the thirtieth floor this bar was situated, with a view both clear and expensive too, but we liked the beer and the chow could stand its own.
A rather silly fellow appeared wearing a spandex suit of red and blue, obviously intoxicated, i simply ignored him right away.
He sat down at the bar beside myself and all my friends, announced in a voice &n
by ~Onic
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A Guide to a Good WalkA Guide to a Good Walk by penultimatedishonesty (yes, it's supposed to have a y on the end. Damn word limit. . .)A Guide to a Good Walk
(What the) Surgeon General's Warning (would be had he (or they?) read this) : Caution: Should you take the advice offered in this guide, it is quite likely that someone will call the police on you and get you put in jail. I know I would. . . also there are risks of malaria, tuberculosis, prostate cancer, blisters, blindness, and if none of that kills you, death.
The Guide: Step One: Starting the Walk To start the walk, first put on some clothes, assuming you don't already have any on.
by ~penultimatedishonest
The Dream Ive Been Waiting ForBeyond the backward hotel, Startled by flesh against my nerves, Neglected, nervous, bent, Rain-washed, parkways sentiment. Mental images meet Make-up mirror, Mask my sinusoidal heart. Lips are good For making moves. All my life trailing from her eyes, Razor laced with lies. Headlight cops can't seem to sympathize. Already forgiven For arresting the guilt driven. Freeze frame to the forward hotel.The Dream Ive Been Waiting For
by ~frozenferret
Asa No HanketsuAsa No HanketsuAsa No Hanketsu
Four A.M. locomotive whistle whale song To a world at sleep, solo’s over steady meter Of off-kilter ceiling fan thoughts; Rotating blades cycled by a switch On a wall well out of reach.
Sentries flank concave entries keeping watch For nocturnal communications – rhythmic rituals Not meant for human ears; he feeds them back As an undertow current emanating precious hours lost Fighting gravity with his heart, amazed The surge for air finds strength enough to stamp A permanence that begs to see the light of day; Reborn at every sunri
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Some good work you have. *goes to read more*
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Blank Book | Writer's Block
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anyone who asks you what you do in private deserves to be lied to. viciously.
*socal....the place to be
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for some reason, I thought you were an asshole. I think we had an argument or something a while ago.
I am such a moron.
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