AsphiXiatedAfter weeks I suddenly mastered that look in your eyes, the way you smile when I breathe, choke, breathe, choke, choke, breathe with your hands around my throat and my fingers tugging at your wrists. I know it was the inbetween that turned you on. You thought you knew what was going on because you had the control of whether I could breathe or I could gasp, live or die. You could feel in charge as I dangled like a doll from your hands. Stretching tiptoes towards the floor, desperately trying to gain support, my neck couldn't take it anymore. You would throw me to the floor and laugh as the blood ran from my mouth. 'Game over,' you would say anAsphiXiated
do more than pretendIt\'s like those moments when you feel like it should be spring though it\'s a cold winters day. Or how your fingers never seem to understand the emotions your heart is spewing out...but they try anyway. It\'s every millisecond that my heart isn\'t skipping a beat that I feel like I\'m missing out on life. It was never the leaves gliding down from their perches on the trees or how the sunbeams hit my gentle flesh. And it was never that tingly feeling like when an extremity has fallen asleep and is just waking up or your mouth hanging open because you\'ve finally found something too amazing for words.do more than pretend
And you just don\'t understan
Rock BottomThey said she held the ocean in her eyes, a mass blue behind her smile; they can\'t decide if she was a sinner or a saint, a whore or an angel, but they know she crushed hungry admirers between her teeth. So much for the blue, blue ocean and purple romance skies; so much for fairytales and lost horrors and new loves; new beginnings and old year ended, a new one begun.Rock Bottom
Well isn\'t that right. But you fail to recognise that nothing has changed; we still sleep with the same-old same-old and grasp at hope that is beyond our reach. You know I would give anything to touch you and you slide from my fingertips, slip from my grasp, and t
Beautiful ColorsA multi-haze of streaming breaths mingling and stretching, forming the cyclic elements of a precious rainbow. Necessarily, limbs entwine and fingers graze the color wheel. Formulated figurines sculpt with the swivel of a hip, painted with the porcelain stroke of rushing cheeks, and a canvas is filled with the brushes of a fully engorged lip. Sweet expressions fog the rear view prisms as lovers find their way slowly to their pot of gold.Beautiful Colors
Rouges shroud heaving breasts as a hard chest slithers its way about the curves and peaks of climax. Caressing and exploring the invention of art and love. The creation of lust and paradox. While
Hear See Speak No EvilI can only hear myself And nothing drowns me out Deafening booms that rattle my heart conspiracy in my thoughts please take me awayHear See Speak No Evil
Your image burns in my reflection, I step into the puddle to push it away,
you only ripple and still,
always looking out
for me,
from the inside
All the words that go unspoken, Is what truly must be said If we expect to ever make it through Ive got to make my fears let me go please hold me in my innocence
It\'s the silence that\'s killing me.
Building BlocksThe leaves spinning in a tornado at your feet Eyes watering from the icy wind The sound of muffeled tires,Building Blocks
crawling in the snowy streets your eyes see tranquility,
and your steel heart is rusting,
day by day
Despite the storm a new found humbleness inside
you've found a mason,
but not just any mason,
one who builds walls of emotion
first with a layer of confidence,
making sure all the bricks are level
his mortar is made of hope,
and he likes to spread it thick
the second layer is peace,
it calms your
Purgatorybeautiful smilePurgatory
the soft embrace innocent eyes
dancing on the shell of my heart (moving like a pendulum)
time ticks ahead making me shy removing all my childish fear all but one (will it ever move beyond here?)
cuddling close
embracing every breath fingers locked together each moment a new memory (my reflection in your eyes)
delicate skin soft & warm the freckle on your ear fingers creating a path (tenderness traced across your stomach)
bleached blonde hair smells
Plans change quickly
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*Channing, William Ellery ~ Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage.
*Yevgeny Zamyatin~The most wonderful thing in life is to be delirious and the most wonderful kind of delirium is being in love.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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