A past iniquity churns in my head in the form of staggered memories-- it keeps me awake dancing in the monologue of another's voice wondering why... Chasing a lonely vesper where a certain deity's silence is louder than my own thoughts-- a twilight's fall into the unknown.
The pitter-patter of raindrops on cobblestones
when walking alone, engrossed in your memories,
your thoughts condescend behind you like a
narcissistic parent.
Vision changes, perspectives are skewed
downwards. A skeptical outlook becomes
a recording in your mind; when does it stop?
How do I get to this moment? Where did
I fucked up?
A flash of gunpowder, the mind lights up like
for the one instant where you felt hope. You
had an answer, but the voices keep coming;
smothering, snuffing; the fire is gone
and I'm suffering in silence.
Meandering roads
with a posse of rumbling motors;
shining knights of Harley Davidson
and Joe Camels in the afternoon sun.
Forty-five year old boys
eating tourist trap popsicles,
forgetting bygone years spent
behind corporate desk jobs.
A city fades in the distance
becoming a miniature village
where responsibilities await
after a ride of a lifetime ends.
Tendons outstretched towards fingers,
touching, feeling blissful enrapture
as her breath grew hotter and closer,
where I can read love letters in her eyes.
Sinews of our skin rippling against an
August breeze coming off the coast--
us standing here tonight, unflinching
and letting warmth envelop us.
My lips pulling strings to your heart,
unlocking the treasure within - seeing
glimmers of your smile as you retract your
lips to meet mine in an embrace.
"My heart longs for you to come back to me"
Kissing the dreams as she wakes
from another induced session
of fairytale love and knights in shining
armor, waiting for the one true person
to unlock the gift inside.
Her sanctuary disappears behind the
modern day cinderella as she slips off
the sandals and dons the black pumps,
brown secretary attire, a vintage age old
profession she dreads everyday.
"I'll always be here, through your eyes and ears"
She steps out the door to a hilly concrete jungle,
gnarled steel magnolias that twist upward
like a nightmarish Stephen King novel,
horns blaring to the sounds of trumpets
at Heaven's p
Candlelight by the bedside windowsill,
Holding your hand in vigil,
Waiting, for those blue eyes to open,
Warming this heart left unbroken.
I'm lost in the waves of sapphires,
This night I spend alone without you,
I sleep with abandon in this world,
Belonging to the sea of forgotten memories.
Where am I, wandering the darkened halls,
I call your name, but you can't hear,
Except the beating of the closest heart,
And the coldness enveloping within.
A struggle, an endless fight for freedom,
Blesse
We kill the lights and watch stars fall
softly into the ocean when waves crash
against our beating hearts - lost in a moment
where time stood still...
and she holds me there
like a magnet under the covers
directing my hand - steady unfolds into
an invisible climax when her body collides
with mine...
and she kisses me here
as a silhouette of her lips paint
'every little thing'
sending a supernova of warmth
ten miles high...
and she loves me dear.
A Rose Down Memory Lane by TwilightsFall, literature
Literature
A Rose Down Memory Lane
...you are the air I b r e a t h e...
Entwined - a rose within a kiss when
I taste your sweet aroma, as your petals
touch my face; I sleep on your bed, and let
your stalks wrap around my body, caressing
every niche till I'm sound asleep under this
starry night sky in your eyes.
...my special someone...
Enveloped - your words wash over as the
cool breeze lift me on flightless clouds,
and I travel with wings spread; I dream
of cherry tree blossoms with you by my side
as my significant other walks memory
lane, in stilled camera shots.
...my
dearly
beloved...
You, the life force that keeps me going,
The essence that is ever so flowing,
With its fluidity filling my every desires,
And when we kiss, it ignites my fires,
So passionate, wetting my lips with your curse,
The viscous liquid reaching my mouth first,
I'm addicted to the warmness of you as I feed,
Satisfying my palate, the appetite I need,
I must save the rest for later,
For I must taste the remnants I savored,
A vial this good never lasts an eternity,
A red luster shows its beauty,
To the un-dead eyes of young and old,
This is the vampire's bountiful gold,
If lost, may I never see the darkness of night,
And rather be burned a
A Fanfic So Bad its Kawaii by TwilightsFall, literature
Literature
A Fanfic So Bad its Kawaii
Naruto felt cold chills as he walked through a forest, all eyes upon him like the cold icy stare of a frosty milkshake that he drank earlier, shakened, not stirred by Sonic the Hedgehog. Though he couldn't help but ponder the predicaments of whats in that milkshake that kept his thoughts in a whirl, could it be the enthralling mind control or a shot of Jack Daniels which made him think of what to wear the next day when he got back home. Even his orange ninja jumpsuit apparatus didn't protect him from the chilling winds whipping his spikey over-the-top faggoty haircut that Cloud cut for him. Nor did it appeal to the ladies at all.
Suddenly ou
Nimble fingers, take hold of a tree trunk--
gripping tight as it breathes slowly
with each murmur, opening it's mouth
like a yawning bear; forming the word
Daddy...
An Alaskan storm introduced itself to the weather three nights ago. It shook me straight from dreaming about (really, remembering) a dance with an elderly man, my feet placed off the ground onto the tops of his shoes. A balancing act. I awoke to four-fifty five, followed by a fleeting FLASH before truly registering the dark and the storm itself. I sat up in bed to peer out the window when a FLASH FLASHED again. For a split second, the room shone brighter than day. Somewhere close by, lightning had entered conversation. The sky grumbled in response as thunder fought for last word.
Th
My friend Friday spends Tuesday afternoons looking for things that no one else can find. These things are small and blend with the everyday so suitably, that they elude most of us, even after our morning coffee or cigarette. But invariably Friday finds them with ease, and sets them upon my doorstep every Wednesday morning, pawing at my breakfast with his fresh wonders.
I saw a boy die yesterday! He howls, the door slamming behind him. He is not in the same room as I; he is yelling this across my house at 5:30am, eliciting angry grumbles from my somber roommates. Sending the saloons doors clacking and banging, he gushes in
The Easter Journal by Term-the-Schmuck, literature
Literature
The Easter Journal
April 23, 1916 Easter Sunday
My family found it interesting that this year my twentieth birthday coincided with the rising of our Lord. I didnt really think much of it. Perhaps I should have been somewhat proud of the similarity, but it wasnt exactly the most pressing issue on my mind. Father got me a present this year, just like he said he would. He spent nearly all of his money to buy me a Winchester 1897 12-gauge shotgun that was smuggled into the country.
It was hard to come by ever since those damned Brits put up the imported weapons ban. But Father didnt want me to be stuck with some German piece of junk
Gauge a man by how strong his drink is,
while pouring smoky, wooden notes
into a shot glass boasting of hunting
deer in the woods of Tennessee.
'Take a swig old chap'
Aim down your sights,
your heart races for the kill--
feeling fire in your throat
and your eyes wavering to see
a single shot.
One too many and out
on your ass - waiting for
perdition to save you
from the bottom of a bottle.
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