Feelings only read about in books and imagined in measured amounts.
Your mouth finds mine
and you place your hands down
and they rush in at once.
Ah.
This would be it, then.
Roll.
Sigh.
Shift.
Press.
Pause.
Gasp.
And then you are lost to it.
Exultant feelings are shared.
Dominion is won.
A vague feeling passes that redfaced looks and shy conversations loom.
But that is for tomorrow.
Shove.
Press.
Arch.
Lift.
Sigh.
Flow.
And inwardly, you sing.
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
Sunday, 13 December 2009
Run
Her feet slip. They have found her again.
She tastes despair. They would never have lost her forever, but this is the shattering of one more hope, built so tenuously and linked with her self. It is her fault, her noise and smell, that attracts them.
They lope easily beside her, and seem to taunt her with their half-truths.
We are many.
We are endless.
We are destruction.
We will catch you.
The rains pour steadily on, and she can do nothing but run.
She tastes despair. They would never have lost her forever, but this is the shattering of one more hope, built so tenuously and linked with her self. It is her fault, her noise and smell, that attracts them.
They lope easily beside her, and seem to taunt her with their half-truths.
We are many.
We are endless.
We are destruction.
We will catch you.
The rains pour steadily on, and she can do nothing but run.
Saturday, 12 December 2009
Smile
The stomach churns, settles, and calm becomes him, something like peace.
A smile spreads. The day is won.
A smile spreads. The day is won.
Thursday, 10 December 2009
Folly
she wags a finger, makes a change, loses a sight and it is done.
done like unfairness, and the taste of bile in the back of a throat, and a welling in the eyes.
the other walks sedately away, plots revenges that fall away as soon as rise.
unfair. but not untrue.
done like unfairness, and the taste of bile in the back of a throat, and a welling in the eyes.
the other walks sedately away, plots revenges that fall away as soon as rise.
unfair. but not untrue.
Paint
I wish, I wish, I wish I were a dish
A dish of paints for the lost and found and happy
I wish I could sit and paint my life 'till now,
So the gallery would show my view,
And the way I see the world.
In more colours then you've ever known there were,
I would show you my experiences,
The focus is me, and only me, but also you all,
because you're important. Forefront.
I wish, I wish, to paint, paint, paint.
Paint the day away.
A dish of paints for the lost and found and happy
I wish I could sit and paint my life 'till now,
So the gallery would show my view,
And the way I see the world.
In more colours then you've ever known there were,
I would show you my experiences,
The focus is me, and only me, but also you all,
because you're important. Forefront.
I wish, I wish, to paint, paint, paint.
Paint the day away.
Wednesday, 9 December 2009
Closure
The broken fang of your pride slits the veneer I create
each day
and I confuse myself in knowing why.
The light of the rising dawn slices my misconceptions and makes my sight anew, but it is not enough to slake your lust, your need to have me under the heel.
You indulge my whim but restrict my need, and for that you are not forgiven.
Much has been lost to the hordes of blindness and fools.
each day
and I confuse myself in knowing why.
The light of the rising dawn slices my misconceptions and makes my sight anew, but it is not enough to slake your lust, your need to have me under the heel.
You indulge my whim but restrict my need, and for that you are not forgiven.
Much has been lost to the hordes of blindness and fools.
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