Spoon deep in cornflakes
Viewing the world from the screen
This life in silence
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Month: August 2015
Kiss of Death
With soft fleshy lips
pressed hard
full against my mouth
He could suffocate me with one kiss
Yet I would die happy
With a joyous tingling inside
Willing him to keep his luscious lips on mine
When his hands firmly hold my neck
Thumb trailing over my jaw
Fingers curling around my throat
He could halt the intake of air
Yet suffocation would bring only desire
As I sigh and die
By his warm hands
Amidst the Roses
The roses smell sweeter
When wet
Crushed under the arch of your back
Delicate petals
Sodden with sweat
Paper thin shells
Pressed into lush grass
Flattened by the force
Of desire
I remember it well
The nights you came to me
Secret trysts under trellis’
Stolen kisses
As the sun raced us home
Your skin glistening with sweat then
Hot breathe on my neck
As you panted my name
The moment you gave yourself
Over to passion
Over to love
Over to me
I remember it well
A glimpse into Darkside Thursday
It lay before him
The charred remains of a hollowed out corpse. He looked down in bewilderment, eyes wide and frantic and he turned to see the empty auditorium.
I watched him in the dim light, his face awash with confusion. I almost felt sorry for him as he sunk to his knees and placed his head in his hands……almost.
If I hold my breath and strain my ears I can just about hear the low sobs. The slow gulps of realisation catching in his throat, the raspy whisper of his voice repeatedly stating ‘what have I done, what have I done’. Like a mantra he repeats this to himself, rocking back and forth as if this will somehow force him to regain his memory. Clearly this is not going to work for him, I chuckle to myself as I push up the lever.
With a click and a whirring the spotlight hits the stage highlighting the mutilated corpse and forcing him to spring to his feet.
“Who is it? Who’s there?”
His face drained of colour as he frantically looked around. Searching for an answer, searching for the spotlight’s operator…searching for me
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Something for Darkside Thursday – To catch up with Andy’s latest darkside then click HERE
Inspiration from George
I thought as a little thank you for all reblogs on George for Fun I would write something inspired by the man himself so this is a little poem based on the inspiring words he promotes 🙂
Life is Short
Enjoy life
Live it to the fullest
Cram every little bit of happiness
Into the short time available
Don’t wait
Just do
Believe
Allow your dreams to soar
Reach for the stars
They are not out of reach
If you only try
Love
Yourself and those dear
Hold them close
And share out your heart
It will last longer
Living within memories
Than beating in life
Take control
Don’t let others push you
Down wrong paths
Take the road less travelled
Accept the bumps and bruises
But find joy the other side
And trust
Trust that you are enough
Always
Chasing pieces of me
It is entirely too much
to keep up with all of me
All of the time
It’s apparent that somewhere
Along the twisted lines
Of facades, personalities
Alternate appearances
Somehow I have come adrift
My connections worn free
Where once appeared a fluid
but singular form
Now houses a choir of voices
A crowd of faces-filtered
Over surface and manner
In place of a rollercoaster of thoughts
The jumble of a mystery bag
Feelings that would pop at random
Currently sliced in parts
Each sliver of me
Claiming a name
Shouting in secular voice
Grasping an entire being
For its own
A shard of emotion enlarged
Forged into a solitary being
All calling out at once
Wriggling from my grasp
And leaving me lost
An empty vessel
hollowed of being
Desperately chasing pieces of me
Attempting to be whole again
Implied unseen
I gave my love,
I gave him all
He didn’t see me
Not at all
