Previous Oceans Traversed Swimming in a low bed Your hair was a fillagree net floating about your face Keeping you closed and far away. I fingered my shotgun, oil-clean, precious-hated sitting on the...the wanton water-cat, coveted I embraced my gun close to my chest So it could hear my heart. Through the curtains, the song of the ice cream truck. Eleven AM on a Sunday. I don't sleep here any more
The waking whispers wrap my mind around the lies my sleep did find; that I might revel in the night and wake with nothing of delight. A playful heart did bless the dark in tender dreams growing less stark...and in a low bed , bound for nothing, I listen to earthen hosts sing about this prison's false decor lest I forget the night before and how the sun is grey when seen with knowledge of a moonlit scene
In a low bed; I was once enchanted with your sugared whispers and hard candy eyes. I was bewitched with your electric touch your static breath It was enough to make me spiral. You let me fall in circles...beating themselves against your body My lips shivered and swelled beneath your skin You let me think that I was everything and we were everything spiraling into ecstasy spiraling into anything.
This is a paragraph from something I'm working on. It's also an extension of a story I posted a couple of days ago. Jake woke in a low bed surrounded by darkness, the faint light of dawn shining...morning. Focusing on the white wall of the tent, he tried to clear his mind and regain some semblance of what was happening, but the pain overtook him and he faded once again into unconsciousness.
Greetings all you night owls! After trying to figure out where to use this piece that I wrote as part of my Batman fix, i was pleased to find the phrase fro this week fitted perfectly with the scenario...
Purposeful Destruction. I don’t take pathetic to well. It distasteful to lie and not try. It makes my stomach turn And about it I won’t lie. But criticism seems to burn him, Though it’s...scares me With his lack of will. Can’t he just try a little, Just bandage a few un-cleaned cuts. Why is he trapping himself Purposely in those deep dark ruts ? I wish he ..They would wake up.
Based on my feelings at the moment: Purposeful Destruction. I don’t take pathetic to well. It distasteful to lie and not try. It makes my stomach turn And about it I won’t lie. But...trapping himself Purposely in those deep dark ruts ? I wish he ..They would wake up. This is my 2nd post this week. I'm just in a creative mood. I honestly like the 1st one more, though.
There was no doubt about it, Jeremy was in a low. Bed beckoned him seductively, whispering of blissful unconsciousness, freedom from the dark clouds that hovered ever since Eva went away. He sighed and...wide open. "Eva!" he cried happily. Eva wasted no time but dashed straight into his arms. She did not say a word, but Jeremy knew she was home for good. The happy wagging of her tail attested to that
(I'm sorry this is so long, but I'm posting it from my sidekick, which doesn't allow me to use a cut. I promise to adjust it as soon as I get the chance.) All was quiet on the peaceful street that night...loved so much, there would be no one to check on her. If the bump had its way, however, there would be nothing left to check on, come Monday. Outside, all was quiet on the peaceful street that night
