KissSo we're lying side by side on our secrets. faces inches apart and legs entwined. Your eyes are fire but mine are distant, sheltered and self contained. I shift slightly away from you, drawing towards the side of the bed. This concerns you. your eyebrows furrow in that way that simply says "This will not do" You angle yourself above me and stare down, and you say "Don't say a thing until I'm finished. understood?" I nod but look up confused. and then you kiss me. not just once, but everywhere. you kiss up and down both sides of my neck, chest, stomach, navel, thighs... you even stop to sliKiss
UntitledThere is a story heading towards me.Untitled
It's running, headlong. straight at me.
like a lion thats spotted it's prey... Both of us know it's going to happen. we both know I'm doomed... but politely, we say nothing yet. The story is still stalking me, slowly gaining through short grass. almost unnoticeable to the untrained eye.
It's biding it's time. sizing me up. watching how I walk and talk... picking apart information to know my reactions, my usual haunts, my state of mind.
It's finding my weaknesses for when the time comes.
The story has it's own problems. I'm used to being chased. to
Haunted By HumansThe bus seemed empty that day. like I was meant to take the trip alone and the universe had seen fit to make it so. I sat in the same place I usually sit, turned on my iPod and shut down after another exhausting day of being someone I'm not.Haunted By Humans
Songs whirled around my head, reminding me of people who have come but not quite gone, showing me emotions I still refuse to deal with and generally musically giving me a hard time. I sighed at myself when I practically felt the weight of the person who somehow managed to sit behind me.
"Tired, Kayleigh? sorry for keeping you up last night. I was bored" I didn't need to turn arou
Your ShouldersLovers are observant. they notice the smallest and most insignificant details of their partners (well, as they would seem to an outsider) and elevate those features to the height of importance and admiration. it could be a smile, an expression, the curve of a navel, the involuntary movement of a nostril, their toe hair... anything, really. No matter the ambiguous nature of these aspects of lovers, they are all awe-striking to someone.Your Shoulders
Your shoulders make me want to thank the Gods for my introduction to you. They are broad, strong and dependable. They dominate your frame, making the measure the rest of your body must follow. They
Writer's CrescentI took a walk yesterday; not to anywhere particular. Just a casual stroll through the woods, where the air was silent - as if the bird’s had lost their voices and the river refused to tell the trees’ its babbling stories anymore. Even the usual sound of leaves brushing against each other, whispering, had completely vanished. There was nothing to suggest that there was any life left on the planet apart from me.Writer's Crescent
For a moment, I considered the possibility that maybe I’d fallen victim to sudden deafness, or maybe it was one of those awfully silent moments before something huge and catas
LitterbugIt was with huge force that I slammed the front door behind me. I heard the house’s frame shudder as if it were made of jelly, and I felt a satisfied smile sneak onto my face as I walked down our garden path, Coco trotting along before me. The art of slamming doors – my teenage trademark sign of anger, and in all my years of practicing, I had become a master. It had taken me years to perfect, but I had finally learnt how to swing the door with enough force to send a shock-wave pulsating down the house’s length.Litterbug
Of course, it never stopped my parents from asking me to do
ExodusMoses and his people wandered forty years in the desert in search of a promised land full of milk and honey and God. I wandered for forty minutes in the desert in search of a trailer full of beer cans and flies and my father.Exodus
No leather sandals, but rubber tires serve as a boundary between the dirt and me. No flight from Egypt, but only an obligation to see the man who was once my Pharaoh. No fiery pillar to light my way, just the sun that urges me to find shelter from the heat.
In my mind I used to liken him to a God. If ever he was one, he is fallen
The Musics Flowing
Thank yooooou!
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I finally see the world in its true colours, because I have you by my side, darling
I love you, my dearest. And nothing will ever make me stop loving you, because I am irrevocably deeply in love with you, sweetheart
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Good luck with the revision, I've started too. English exam in less than a month now, jeez.
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I finally see the world in its true colours, because I have you by my side, darling
I love you, my dearest. And nothing will ever make me stop loving you, because I am irrevocably deeply in love with you, sweetheart
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
I'll read your new stuff asap, promise
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Artist/Writer
If you visit my page and have a look about... I promise I'll do the same to you
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
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