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Seduction By Trade - prt 2BANG
My eyes fly open and I almost knock myself clean out again as I jerk forward from the carseat, reaching for my gun that's no longer in it's holster. Shit. I look around, no Bambi either. Double shit. Damn woman must've taken off with my gun, God only knows what she was doing with it. And where in the hell where we anyway?
I step out of the car and am greeted with a brief gust of wind that whips my hair into my face and eyes, slamming the door shut for me and almost toppling the car itself. There was nothing but sand and heat for miles, and I look around like a dumb ape, rubbing my beading forehead with a calloused hand in bemused annoyance. Then my gun goes off again and my feet move before my head in the direction of the sound. Picking up speed I begin to see a figure in the distance, wavering from the heat rising up from the scorching sand. I get closer and can pick out some distinguishing features. Those huge curls tied up out of her face, that perfect silhouette clad only in l
Seduction By TradeI feel the cold breeze hit the back of my leather jacket hard, and my nostrils are assulted with foreign perfume as the door of the bar is opened, and I don't have to turn around to know who's standing in it. She is a demon in the form of a Goddess. Perfection that eats mens hearts as they watch still devotedly, bleeding and broken beneath her. She goes by many names, but to me she was known as Bambi. Such a gentle name for a woman so wild. I get out my cigarettes in readiness as I hear her heels clicking towards me, lighting one for myself and leaving the box on the table. I exhale the first sweet drag of smoke as the flashing eyed temptress wafts across my vision, flicking her soft curls through the hazy veil, and her perfume hits me again. She leans in and kisses my cheek while smoothly sliding her hand across the bar to reach for my cigarettes. I answer with my customary steely silence and a quick acknowleding glance in her direction, before jerking my head at the waitress to ask f
Soak Me, Beautiful"I've taken to eating nothing but bread" she exclaimed more to herself than to her counter part that stood in the doorway.
"And why is that?" said the counterpart amusedly
"Well, have you ever dipped bread into milk? It soaks it all up into itself until the whole piece is full, even if you only dip in a little."
Her counterparts' head turned in slightly confused curiosity
She glanced fleetingly at the doorway to give her counterpart the once over, before returning her gaze to the piece of bread she repeatedly turned over in her hands.
"It feels like my stomach is full of milk. Cold, black, inky milk, half full of heavyness and half empty of anything. I need the bread to soak up the milk. Anything else would just make it heavier."
She tore off a piece of bread from the corner and shoved it into her mouth, her eyes drifting off into the distance infront of her.
Her counterpart watched her seep into another place inside her head, and knew that the conversation was over.
In Your EyesIt's hard to watch a friend break
It's even harder to watch it over and over
And know there is absolutely nothing you can do to help...
There was laughter once
I watched it
There was love once
There was pain once
I felt it
There was innocence and awe
New laughter danced and sparkled
New love was a brand new start
New pain brought back your innocence
But the tears came from your heart
I will watch that laughter, as i watched it once before
And i will see again, that love that i once saw
Yes, the pain will bring back memories, that seem to never end
But look into my eyes and see the love, felt just for you
Forever Fallingi watch from the fragile confines of my glass imprisonmement
as the harsh blades of rain beat down upon the muted surface
it blindly thrusts itself forward, thrown about by the ever anxious wind
trying in vain to penetrate my hollow second skin
Seeking Sanitywhat do i seek
i seek a world where everything is real
and where my heart will stay in one place,
and not have to be strapped down with chains of knowing
i seek solace in the art of complete confidence in oneself
and the satisfaction of near on predictable outcomes
i seek an understanding between the eyes of two seperates
and a love that can keep constant in its rationalities
i no longer want to live in a faerie tale world of make believe and intrigue
where lives twist and turn about each other and happy endings threaten
so help pull me out of this delude
for if i am forever falling inside my own sleepless dreamings
i will surely fall away from you
unpercievably changedi feel the cold collect around my fingers
as they quietly stiffen and slow with every second
and the rain falls motionless to the ground
i will wait
just like every drop of cold that falls from the sky waits to hit the desolate earth
that in turn waits for it
i will wait
"kisses"When i kiss you can you feel it?
When i kiss you can you see?
When i kiss you am i different?
When i kiss you am i me?
Do i hide behind my happiness,
Or a dark mask of despair?
Do you really think i'm precious...
When i kiss you am i there?
His LullabyHis gentle breath washes over me
All misty, warm and deep
And as soft and sweetly as a lullaby
His words sing me to sleep
A dark and murderous world
Where all of my fears do creep
Yet as soft and sweetly as a lullaby
His words sing me to sleep
I don't think I shall ever wake
From his slowly dying song
I really can't imagine
This not being where I belong
And then he disapeared
No longer mine to keep
But as soft and sweetly as a lullaby
His words sang me to sleep
wishing wells and pumpkin shells
coffee with mint cream
wedding bells and magic spells
life is but a dream
mother says it's rain today
drought's been sixteen years
pigs will fly and cats will stray
seventeen brings tears
hooting owls and leopard prowls
burn the midnight sun
men with jowls eat fattened cows
never had such fun
father says it's time to go
new year's 'round the bend
can't be late for nature's show
fish-face now the trend
dreamer's dream and lover's love
wishing time would fly
blue moonbeam on heaven's dove
hope I never die
I Fell AsleepI fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
My worst mistake,
As I let his words get to me.
I left my life
In the hands of a killer.
I trusted my blood
To a man who's a murderer.
I closed my eyes
As he lulled me away.
I loosened my grip
As he began to sway.
I fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
I lost my life,
but I lost my life willingly.
Breaking news.The government makes status––
they ignore the real matters
they own the news
they confuse and abuse
making sure we're all scattered.
The law creates crime––
a social ladder we must climb
always the poor
stuck on the floor
as the privileged spend their time.
Society ignites fear––
blurring anything clear
as real life is nowhere near.
The system makes criminals––
while stealing the Earths minerals
raising the price
feeding the vice
locking us away, for lacking principles.
The people are losing their souls––
giving up on their genuine goals
working nine to five
pretending they're alive
when they're completely under control.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
The real meaning of friendshipFriendship
Kidding around turns into
Remembering painful times
Ignoring the painful truth that lies ahead
Ending all hope
Never finding any good in it
Demanding they be there for you but they never
Seem to keep their promise of staying
Heartache and loneliness always comes at the end
Insightful friends are nothing but a myth
Promises broken and pitying oneself
Solitary Mind of Connected MadnessI see a sliver in the outskirts of eyes,
Tripping on madness, of madness this ride
Is, a circus of freaks. And there's no place to move,
And no place to breathe there's no room it's
My mind pressing mirrors upon mirrors and halls,
Palms touching nothing but heat-slicken claws,
And bent are the fractures of twitches of dream,
And fragmented truths of escaped tragedy.
Sobbing are soldiers not laid seige to a cheek,
Fools that are weary, held back as they're freed,
And o how the merry-go-round spins its tales,
Moving forward, neverending, on circling trails.
Succumb to the effervescence of thrilling deceit,
Believe when you don't, acceptance is key,
Be lost with the timeless, unwavering charm,
In circles, not touching skin, all arm in arm.
I see a world on a sliver of fire,
Tripping on madness, on madness on wire,
Is it I'm slipping at the edge of a hope?
It's time to accept we're together
In MorningThrough a wintry window laced with ice, lie
petrified panes of frosted grass beckoning,
languorously outstretched. A shivering bird’s cry
reaches horizon’s edge—that razor reckoning,
those impossible dimensions—hung like a kite
on a cloud, precipitously balanced between a dull
existence with poking pinpricks the only light,
and the embers of potential, slowly stoking. A lull
unfurls, a quiet eternity uncurling in that predawn
chill, everything faded to silent sepia, frozen
as though this instant is more important, torn
from time and left right where it was chosen
to be. Light spills over and creeps through
fractured, flinty sky turned a clear, unbroken blue.
You Are Unchanging Now That You ChangedLike the echo of a whisper you go on pointlessly
Dragging out syllables that no longer make sense.
You are a shadow of the man that you used to be;
You threw all of that away for this new pretense.
Like an ages old tradition you never change -
You meet challenges lifelessly - never daring.
This new plastic you has no depth and no range.
You blazed like the sun now you are cold and uncaring.
Tick TockTick tock goes the clock
It's all a little hazy,
Tick tock she's in shock
The girl that we call Lacey
Little lines cut her neck
But no one wants to see them
All her friends wish she were dead
But no one wants to be them
One or two can make it through
The Hell that she lives in
But nothing that they say is true
So no one can believe it
Her life is just a bunch of rags
There's nothing that can save her
Her breathing comes in heavy drags
Each saying "You Deciever"
Tick tock goes the clock
It's all a little hazy
Tick tock she's a rock
The body we call Lacey
The City That Died ScreamingWhite phosphorus depicts the lands of Hell,
It melts the skin, it drowns the soul in flame,
The trigger finger has a tale to tell,
A medal for the winner of the game.
I beat you to the floor, you crawl away,
You look at me with haunted, angry eyes,
Don't you still hear the screams of yesterday?
I grin, what screams? And yet another cries.
I am your savior, bringer of the light,
The muzzle flash, the one that brings your end,
I'm here for you, I never want to fight,
Says he who used a bullet on his friend.
I ask, are you the monster, or am I?
Yet still we know we both deserve to die.
Spinning On The EdgeTwisting and twirling
Spinning through life
Spinning and twirling
On the edge of a knife
Dancing with sorrow, dancing with grace
Dancing like blood seeping into white lace
Turning and twirling until the lights fade
Continuously spinning on the edge of the blade
Dancing the steps as if they were new
Dancing with meaning and dancing with you
Leaping and sailing 'til broken hearts meet
Endlessly spinning on two little feet
Dancing like tears glistening on skin
Dance to release the pain from within
Twisting and twirling on the edge of the knife
Spinning and twirling 'til the end of your life
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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