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I am your gentle caress, That fine redress. The velvet calm after the storm. I am honey and wine A gentle kiss down your spine. Once again, I am moist and warm.
Only the stars can see my scars. Only the moon can know my doom. Only the night sky can see me cry. I hoped that clouds might shroud my gloom. It's the beautiful morn that has me reborn.
My soul, unchained Cast off in a wind of change, Minutia particles of memory, Yesterdays whims, Tomorrows dreams, todays troubles; processed, mixed up, Turned inside out outside in, Can we start...
I never thought being so immortal could change someone's life. The feeling is so cold like ice, so strong but fragile, never moving forward yet still living.
Day 6 (POV) Im burning inside with rage to what that filth did MY creature. How DARE THEY hurt her. After all the warnings I gave them and demonstrations of my strength and control over her.
I saw a girl. She had blonde curls. Her eyes were blue. Her nails like pearls. She had a smile. So like a child. Which she was. At least for a while. I looked again that while later.
I am a frog croak I am a bloke croak Kiss me quick croak And I'll be your prince croak Kiss me long croak And with you I'll belong croak Kiss me with tongues croak And we'll elope croak But leave me...
On tip toes. She crept. Past the boundary. Where you never went. Into the deepest. Darkest forest. The delicate fabric. Of her dress. Floated behind her. In her quest. Catching white cotton.
#part-time nightdwellers. Down a dark lane, by an old tree. Is where you'll find me, usually. Changing metaphysically. Howling uncontrollably. Fully lit by moon, you'll see.
#opussweeklychallenge. #freeverse. Flying is a new sensation. It feels so good to me. Feeling the breeze under my wings. Twisting and turning, soaring and diving through the clouds.
When I woke up, my head was muddled and very foggy. I felt dizzy and distant, and I was lying down. There was a voice talking to me, but I couldnt hear it properly.
#colourchallenge #inmemoryof Multicolored Opuss, Is slowly fading away, Orange changes to black, We're entering another day. RED was the first, color to leave.
I take in the scenery around me. I'm tired of the familiar faces I see. I catch a glimpse of her as she glides effortlessly to our table. Her face isn't familiar anymore.
The vulnerable caterpillar an innocent love that we give. It grows whilst it's nurtured and given a reason to live. A chrysalis of emotions hanging on a fine silk thread.
I was still in the bush when I woke up and my mind was groggy. I couldn't see much but I got to my feet slowly and fell backwards against a fence. "Ugh" I complained rubbing my sore neck.
#nightdwellers #beginningline From behind my heart And out of sight It crawled, it crept It came from night These sharp claws Keep tight hold on me Sucking from my bones The tough and weary...
There was something about The moon, the way it knew the nights secrets and watched the midnight lovers. I smiled with longing as I skirted the edges of the woods.
I can see through the disguise,. A smile that doesn't reach the eyes,. Eyes hurt and betrayed by complex lies,. Eyes of sorrow full of unspent cries,. The disguise so strong no one would see,.
I spent my days In a summer haze No looking forward No looking back But like all things It ended Quick enough.
I try to bury all my demons But the graveyard is wide and vast I try to get on with the living But nothing is ever born too last Some call it karma, some call it fate While some call it destiny and...
You rise, rise, rise up, Like a puff of smoke. A saffron fire Wrapping me like a cloak. You are ignorant Leaving me below. I'm suffocating, You continue to grow. I yell out to you Listen to my plea.
I could feel the change coming; I could hold it back for a while, but it would overtake me eventually. I had learned by now that it was inevitable. If the moon was full, the change would come.
I stand upon the edge of knowing, The possibilities vast and wide. Outside it still is softly snowing, Hillsides draped in gauzy white. Another year is fast receding Into winter's frozen time.
His heart goes tick, His mind goes tock. He started thinking Like a clock. Fixing things Night and day. Machines must work To get their pay. Wind him up, Watch him go.