I like this….. Quite nice
I like this….. Quite nice
Grace me with the sound of my name leaving your lips.
Give me a chance to imagine you as mine. Let me wear
your name like a suit of armor and I swear that I would ride
right into battle without a single fear. Listen to me whisper
to you because you like the intimacy of hushed tones and
skin met with warm breath. Beating hearts have never beat
this hard before. Comment on how soft my skin is while my
hands get lost in the mane your proudly wear. You are my
alpha male. My lips are your lips. The words I say, the words
I write, the words I sing are all for you. Bleeding hearts should
never beat this hard. My calloused hands have found a home
in your hands. I know I know I know I haven’t even loved you yet.
I enjoyed reading this
Darlene swung her legs from the arm of her oversized lounge chair and planted her feet on the floor. She squinted and leaned closer to the window but still didn’t recognize either of the suited men exiting the black Lincoln parked in front of her house.
“Amy, I have to go,” she whispered into the phone.
“What’s wrong, you sound-“
“I’ll call you later.” Darlene ended the call. She watched the men briskly make their way to her door and ring the bell. She didn’t bother to answer. Maybe they’ll just go away. Even as she thought it, she knew that wouldn’t happen.
Darlene didn’t understand how her life got so messy. When she stood at the altar and said “I do” without her daddy’s blessing eight years ago, she knew it would be hard but never imagined her life’s path would lead here; barely alive inside and out with a…
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Did I ever tell you what happened to my fourth grade class? No, I don’t think I did; I’ve never told anyone, and I’d even forgotten myself until recently. The mind does things to protect itself from certain unpleasant facts, and forgetting is a powerful one. Some call that weakness, but I call it practical. We are not equipped to deal with enormity beyond a certain scale. Just as we cannot see things that are too small, we are unable to take in things that are too big. Until we are confronted with them directly. So it was with me.
I’ll tell you now, while the memory is still sharp.
In the fourth grade I was an active boy. Not one for academics, I was a thoroughly indifferent student. I lived for recess and sometimes for PE. I loved to run and climb things, trees and rocks; on one occasion…
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It can be quite hard for ordinary folks to understand why anyone would want to get drunk or ‘high’
Burning red cheeks are what I see in the mirror. Burning red cheeks and a blue lump on my forehead with blood running from it. It was stupid, and I knew it was stupid, but I was drunk. Or that is my excuse, and I will cling to it as to a rubber dinghy in a stormy sea if they ask me.
And why did I really do it? Because Christopher once said that he thought pole dancing was sexy. Is it possible to become more pathetic than that?
I thought that I hit rock bottom when I began showing up to hockey practice because of him and tried to stop glancing at him in the shower. It did not even give us anything to talk about. Hockey. And now this.
I could bury myself, no, encase myself in cement far beneath the arctic ice cap. Then the scientists could…
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Made me reminisce