softenedthe sky whispers,ribbons of crystalline quiet,same shade as the angel dustyou shivered every time we werealone.in the darkness, we weresorry birds searching foropen dawns. you, theswan, me, theraven,black as night andjust as hopeful.and there were poemswritten in your skin, universes blooming in your hands; your eyeswere a December sunrise saving mefrom any sleep.I’ve decided thatpeople are a composition ofall their greatest memories—and you,you were always the mostbeautiful piece ofme.
Mirror, Mirror on the wallMirror, mirror on the wall.Forgive my vandalism.Let not a thousand curses fall.She needed to stop catching colds from smiling at her reflection in pouring rain.While needing me to be more than her favorite tv show on black screens.So I came to her, the one she considers the most charming of them all.And I know it’s bad luck to break a mirror.Yet these two souls unluckily found each other.So the glass shall do nothing more than continue to fall.But mirror, mirror on the wall.If I must die young,Tell her that she’s the fairest of them all.
LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,the way the glint inyour unnerving stare commands me to come hitheryet your lipskeep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetingslike you were pushed to a dare of some sort.But still, I know betterby the sometimes welling that form atthe corners of your eyes- which you try your best to hide, andby your ocean-deep sighs thatyour longing goes past your matting lashesand mascara tinted tears.It is never easy, hidingeverything I desire inside of little wordslike "Hello" and "Goodbye" whenall I really want to do is let it out,set it free, andchain myself to your everythingwith words I shouldn't spea
Overcooked Moments of AffectionSometimes the moments could be too crispy,Other times they could taste like salt water.But I’ll always devour them like a starved child.Because the recipe book in your mind is filled with delicacies.And every chief cooks up at least one disaster in their life time.But mostly because I know moments such as these are scarier than food.So with a little imagination I’ll gobble every burnt platter.Stuffing myself until I’m a stuffed animal,And plumber than the turkey at our next romantic dinner.
AirI want to lose myselfin an illogical needfor love.I want to rememberto forgethow to breathe.What is Airif not you?
~I shall never stop loving thee~My powdered lips shall kiss thee through this ever lasting loveyour beauty intensifies my satisfactionO, tis' be you my darling, my one and sweet caressed heartShoot a bullet through my skull, tis' only the most dainty way I show thou love for thee.Thy heart shall never stop beating for theeHe, be this time were I shall daunt my passion for thee.so soft and abasehow I feel sorry for theetrapped by endless monsoons of terrorlet me hold thee and love you endlesslyWill thy be my lover?Be my daunty heart?If thy say Ye, then I eternal happiness shall last foreverBe thy love and I shall take care of thee foreverNever leave thy, The
Warm BodiesNothing around but air to pierce the quietness that surrounds the grace of these lustful souls,Clouding together with interchanging hearts going along with the musing beats, tones of whichKnock the desolate sounds of blood, coming together sliding back and forth like oozing drips ofHoney such a pastoral scene hidden beneath the charm of the shadows, from which love abidesLike a melody composed of two lovers, only now to see lights fading away, with feelings going farAway with such perception, what deviant ways perceive as to disregard, and leave only now toSleep to dream…..
Visible SpectrumYou reminded meof a stained-glass windowthat sits perched on its wallbeneath my stairs at home.Daylight doesn't measure its colors,it only scatters them downon the hardwood floorwhen the sun breaches the suburban canopy.And daylight didn't measure you,no, I saw you and all I could think onwere your mosaic eyes, the spectrum of your blush;that they were solidand real and more than patterned light.I cover stained glass with my handsand colors vanish. I cover you with myselfand you are vibrant.
The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen. That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken. He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.Pulling out hi
RozeAm văzut niște roze întunecate, cu spini,Le-am atins și m-am rănit,și am mers mai departe...Am văzut niște roze de un roșu aprins, cu spini,Le-am atins și m-am rănit,și am mers mai departe...Am văzut niște roze albe, fără spini,și am trecut mai departe...
There Is A PlaceTaste my lips let them consume my lustThere is no one so important than youMaybe it silly but I believe in second chancesI know the riddles of your heart, the way to keep you smilingThere is a place for us, a place where no others have found with youThere is a door and the sign says “True”I've tried to tell you love exist beyond meI know its hard to believe, I've seen you happyI touched you like no other hasI have looked the other way when you found a bit of happinessI walked on by with a hint of uncertaintyCan't you see the truth in what I say, seeing our certainty?There no place for us in the hearts of othersWhen th
TnM: Me amas real o no?Era un soleado día en Daneville, nuestra pelirroja favorita aun dormía plácidamente –u- Isabella: Marie ya levántate Marie: 5 minutos más *se tapa la cabeza con la almohada*Isabella: ¬¬ MarieMarie: bien bien*se levanta y se empieza a listar*Isabella: bueno te veo abajo *se va*Marie: lalalala oliendo las lindas rosas *cambiándose*OoOoOoOoOoOo DEPUES DE CANTAR Y ALISTARSE OoOoOoMarie: *se va a las escaleras*¿??: Te quedaste hablando con jazz toda la noche de nuevo?Marie: bueno podría decirs-..Papa?!! Como lo sabes?Phineas: tengo contactosMarie: o metiste grabadora
Down The Rabbit HoleHere and now I would flock to you in a heartbeat.One day though, you’re worried I may fly away instead of to your rescue.So clip my wings and drop me down the rabbit hole.Put my loyalty to the ultimate test.Just don’t let the dreadful hole land in Alice’s Wonderland.Instead, drop me in the dungeon with in your mind.Leave the dungeon’s exist doors slammed shutBut make the keys worst hiders than I am a seekerWhile allowing me the choice of you or my freedom.Display all your secrets as a piece of loot.While lacing the good in riddles for me to solve,And drenching the dark in booby traps for me to disarm.Le
Waiting for JuneIt is almost the time to fall in love againdown the flowing grace along the stream that follows the lightstowards the dissolution in the sea of newborn shapesshapes begotten of this season once more:Silhouettes of young lovers against the bridge in the early fog before the dawnthe softly spreading colour against the world willing to shed the gray the upturned corners of the mouth by the roses that will blossom soonYou can sense the liberationfeel the weightlessness of breathing as the heavy air has passed every step has tenderness and meaningevery night is soft and boundlessand every time the breeze calls us to dance,we fall in
Frankie - Chapter 9"GiGi!"Two bodies ran toward him, arms out, auburn pigtails flying. Garon scooped them up and scowled his darkest scowl as their arms and legs wrapped around him."GiGi? What manner of impertinence is this? I am Lord High Ruler of the entire Vampire Nation. You will address me with the decorum my position demands."Still holding onto him, Jess and Sara looked at each other, grinning broadly. As was their habit they spoke in tandem, finishing one another's sentences."He's right, you know. We really should call him "" Your GiGi Highness."At their giggles, he shook his head. "Cheeky urchins. Such insolence toward the Crown ca
Frankie - Chapter 8"So whadaya think?" Frankie looked over at Drake who had been sitting next to her as she'd run though all the new software they would be working with."I'd say you were brilliant, but I know how much your shy, demure side hates being complimented.""In this case I'll make an exception because you know what? I am brilliant. The level of tracking software I've set up would normally only be available on a government level, but when you have unlimited funds and someone smart enough to actually know how to use the tools," she shrugged. "Let's just say that Garon's going to be flooded with more information than he'll know what to do with. Lucky f
Frankie - Chapter 6Kari could see Trax's red eyes glowing through the window nearest the front door as he watched her pull up. They disappeared as soon as her hand turned the doorknob, and as usual she found his huge paws on her shoulders as the rough tongue removed what little makeup she was wearing in one wet kiss."Okay, I love you, too. Down."He immediately complied and she stroked his head, scratching the thick fur behind his ears with one hand as she as grabbed a tissue from the nearby table with the other. She wiped her face and out of habit checked the answering machine next to her phone. Her inability to use wireless devices was annoying but they'd
Frankie - Chapter 5They were quiet as they strolled through the rose garden, the early evening air still playing a subtle melody of fragrance around them as they made their way to the small fountain and benches that rested in its center. Garon turned to look at her, marveling at how the discrete lighting that caused the water to sparkle and dance also brought a glow to her face, a face that even now stole the breath from his lungs. His hands longed to reach out and brush back the errant strand of hair that had slipped out of place, but he knew one touch would never be enough and he kept his hands still, waiting for her to speak first.Kari sat on one of the be
WonderMy eyesBlind now to everyone but youMy heartBemused but in joyous agreementMy lifeBegins again each time we touchMy soulBreathes a whispered song of love