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#beginninglinechallenge The door closed with a creak and shut behind me. My eyes slowly accustomed to the gloom. I held my breath until all around me The features emerged of the dusty room.
Feet don't do it for me, neither does showers of pee. Each to their own I suppose, how some do it, god only knows. Tight PVC has its moments I guess, but only on women at their best.
You break me, You take me, But you make me what I am. You touch me, Too much for me, I clutch what's left to damn. Dependant, Defendant, You lend your strength, I take.
Fingers rushing in the keyboard, Quickly tapping letters like Summer rain, Stories of magic, adventure and more lie under my fingers.
Take my soul have my freedom, While I have you I don't need them. My past life is distant memory, When I have you, lying next to me.
I like to write from different angles. Differing angers, Differ in standards.
You see it's these late night thoughts they kill me. keeping me up all night as if sleep isn't important.
Good morning. Roses are red Violets are blue If I could have anyone It would always be you. Thats right, this weeks challenge is to fill Opuss with love, in the form of Valentines Rhymes and Verse.
#acrostic. M ake it up as we go along. Y ou're strong, you'll need to be. S hallow, deep, it makes no odds. T astes the same to me. E njoyment in a secret way. R ight and wrong don't have a say.
I pray, On a prayer mat, Five times a day. But I don't follow Islam.
Magpie, Magpie, One for sorrow, two for joy, But why oh why did you steal My heart.
I was six, I was clueless but then I saw you lying there. I knew it couldn't be real but there you were lying there so pale and cold. The room was gloomy.
I remember my first crush quite clearly. Her name was Danica Zimmerman and we both at the time were in the third or fourth grade, but more likely the third.
Much of what I write is shit and much I write is bad, Much of it is crap, fucked up, it's down, it's torn, it's sad.
So , no dreams yet. But i am using a new technique that may work!. I am writing a little part of an amazing dream im making up. I re read and re write it every night .
In the corner, don't you see her. Hiding like a mouse. Tears of fear- don't perceive her. In this ancient house. I step closer, I fall, I scream, her icy eyes alight.
This might seem strange to you but i see numbers and letters in colours. For example my fav colour is purple, and fav # is 4 cuz its purple.. Also the letter H is purple.
I just randomly thought.. What if there were no mirrors at all. Nothing we could see ourselves in, no reflection of us. How would the world be.?.
Lately I've been thinking, What if I had said yes. Maybe I wouldn't have gotten, Into this whole mess. What if I was never born. What if I'd chosen right.
#nightdwellers. It smells of grass. Of river ripples. Of bark and crisp. Brittle leaves. A branch I grasp. Feeling the notches. The crevices and divets. In its surface.
The game of life is made. The characters we do create. The divine intervention of new feelings. The invention of new words and meanings. New followers and a new believing. A new felt inner being.
#Nightdwellers. I step outside to see the stars. And turn to watch the snowy moths. With feathery scales of pale pale white. I look towards the celestial plain. And see the moon, its vibrancy.
There's no greater pain than heartbreak. There's no taming the aching in your heart. It just lingers like a dark cloud. Every thought and every breath is pure hell.
The air is chilled and crisp. The moon is a pale, vivid blue. The night is dead silent. But for the church bells in the distance. I pass house after house. All obsidian black.