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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
This Day Is...
A day to love,
Someone up above.
A day to commemorate;
A day to appreciate.
A day to reminisce;
A day when someone special is missed.
A day that’s too good to be true,
A day filled with many memories of you.
A day just to say,
I wish you a happy birthday.
What s in a name.What´s in a name?
It´s just a word that we call,
Everything and everyone
has a name,
does it make us a better person?
No... what a shame
Does it define our characters?
No... it´s not to blame
Does it have any financial status?
No .... but maybe fame
So if you´re a rockafella, a Gates,
a Trump or even the Queen
It doesn´t matter
shout your name
I am who I am
and I have a name
cos deep down inside
we´re all just the same.
by Suzanne Karbach August 2014
ParthenopeTurn your head from distant island,
from sandy shore and crystal sea.
Resist the call of the lonely siren
singing death on the horizon.
Beware her song; listen to me;
turn your head from distant island,
where dwells a daughter of Poseidon
yearning, singing a magical decree;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
Rest your eyes up Orion,
the stars will guard your constancy.
Turn your head from distant island
as our ship sets sail to widen
ourselves from that mermaid key;
resist the call of the lonely siren,
her seaweed hair fraught with diamond
treasures stolen from that deadly reef.
Turn your head from distant island;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
Keys of the PassengerImposing figure
Why do you linger with me here?
A gestured feature
As soft as flowers by
While on my way to reach her
The tarnished silver
Green like the finger I lost
That let my colours
Grow like the flutters in my heart
But take to flight
Out of a viewing standpoint
Breeze by to keep her in sight
A whirring wheel
Below the heel I have down
Does not derail
Wherever hail your address
Ignore and follow
Until my feet fall under
The tears that match my sorrow
With quiet clatter that drowns me
The lanes are melting
My path respecting none a plea
I hear her calling
But over that your silence
A weight's abjection falling
Why do you torture this road?
I travel worried
Because you stay at my right
...I will fight
A desperate race to pry free
The glass is speckled
From threats and heckled terms met
No word is spoken
An air unbroken but intense
A rider chauffeured
The holder of the key ring
So deals I
Darkening SkiesCrystal blue skies was once visible
In a world without anything formidable.
Opponents were partners and villains weren’t wicked;
No crimes had been committed.
But through the years the blue skies began dimming;
The end was now the beginning.
The skies had darkened by malevolence
As the crystal pieces broke away the benevolence.
Shards of glass rained from these falling skies.
Lives were easily taken and it was sounded by cries.
Battles were fought; blood was shed.
What was once peaceful had become dead —
Innocence was no longer carried;
They had a shovel and it was buried.
Tyranny exiled happiness.
War left people defenseless,
Stranded to fight alone without anything.
Cruelty had killed them before the ending.
Their worst fears had crippled them.
Breathless, lying still, eyes toward the sky: they’re condemned.
Forced to watch the ashes of loved one fill the clouds
With embers cascading down as the sirens grew loud;
Souls flickering within the dust.
From the pressure o
ShorelineBetrothed to flaw
To the choice before choice
Where there is only emotion
And a half-remembered voice
Telling what one saw
First line of foamy wake
Loud and churned from behind
There sent upon a seething land
What comes before the blind
As action without mistake
Parts of the watch
A spring or gear or hand
Drowning in responsive steps
Their time is harried by swirling sand
Its face imperfect lie staunch
As islands shape the water
It sends providence unchecked
The first passage of philosophy
Contained of following specks
That grow until all is overturned
Conjoined by the timepiece
Fixed into a broken state
They suffer in each other
First blows harsh to take
Fueled from accosted belief
Let Me OutHeart and mind racing,
still pacing my cage.
each step just to gauge
the odds that I might
get through this in one piece.
Too tired to fight,
yet unable to cease.
I stared at her, as she stared at me,
She wasn't quite what I expected her to be.
I imagined she would be pretty,
I dreamt that she was smart,
I thought she would be popular
And have a golden heart.
I thought she would be tall
And that she would be cool,
I hoped that she would be talkative
And that she'd fit in at school.
Instead she is clumsy
And really quite plain,
She's a little on the short side
And much prefers the rain.
She only has a few close friends
And is otherwise quite shy.
Her golden heart is more like brass
And it's easy to make her cry.
But despite my expectations, I really have to say
That I really wouldn't have myself be any other way.
TnM - Un BrindisThomas Pov
Era el día más feliz de mi vida, me había casado con el amor de mi vida, aun con las dificultades, con los miedos, por la sociedad y demás cosas que nos podía separarnos, con mí ahora esposa Marie estaba en el punto del brindis, su padre entre lágrimas y sollozos de felicidad nos dijo lo que nos deseaba a mí y a Marie, siguieron Jazz, Xavier, Fred, Amanda e incluso Dezz quien es muy tímida, la hora del brindis se acababa
- ¿Puedo hacer un brindis? – comento de pronto la pelinegra caminando a la mesa en donde se encontraban todos
- Claro que si Am, puedes hacerlo – respondí feliz ante mi amiga
La que había aparecido en un sueño aún antes de conocerla, se veía bien con un vestido azul con brillos largo con escote muy sensual propio de ella
- Bueno – empezó cogiendo una copa de vino tinto – Estamos aquí celebrando la boda de unos de mis mejores amigos, quienes lucharon m
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
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