The fragile cup was ready to break in her hands. But she couldnt stop drinking, too far gone to taste the alcohol anymore, so she didnt notice her hands were bleeding still. This was not part of the plans...far from it.
Couldnt deny the tempting lure of a chille night though. With no regrets and night sweats if only a while. Trying so hard to forget.
Feeling fine. She grabs the bottle and likes the way it feels on her lips. So fine. She knows. As the sway of hips against hips, she convinces herself not to acknowledge the lies.
Today was not a good day.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
The bull and the sand crawler
Today she ran into an old lust. Smiling when she came and lightly touched her sides and stood beside her as she waited in line. Her skin didnt become warm nor was she at a lost of words looking in her eyes.
Oh but She did smile at the moments they had together and she did quiver when a flash of their adventures under the sheet passed over her eyes. A short teenage affair. Very sexual. She was a Scorpio, just like mother.
Always been attracted to good sex. But watching her walk away without saying goodbye she knew without a doubt that Scorpio would never be able to stand next to this Taurus, without getting crushed and this Taurus standing next to that Scorpio without getting stung.
Oh but She did smile at the moments they had together and she did quiver when a flash of their adventures under the sheet passed over her eyes. A short teenage affair. Very sexual. She was a Scorpio, just like mother.
Always been attracted to good sex. But watching her walk away without saying goodbye she knew without a doubt that Scorpio would never be able to stand next to this Taurus, without getting crushed and this Taurus standing next to that Scorpio without getting stung.
March 2nd
The snow is melting and there is not a cloud to be seen in the sky. At this moment, she is in the mist of another change. People go through a period of change every 7 years, and she is at the peak of her transformation.
Everything is slowing down. Adventures that once defined her life no longer seemed appealing. No longer is she in a hurry. She is looking forward to the outcome. What skin will she be wearing, what color eyes will she be looking out of, and what would her voice sound like?
Today is a good day. She hopes it last for a while.
Everything is slowing down. Adventures that once defined her life no longer seemed appealing. No longer is she in a hurry. She is looking forward to the outcome. What skin will she be wearing, what color eyes will she be looking out of, and what would her voice sound like?
Today is a good day. She hopes it last for a while.
Monday, March 1, 2010
The Pied Piper
The rodents running around, nipping at their feet were getting quite annoying. Beady flashing red eyes. A glint of sickening mockery saying 'Hey Im just a rat, whats your excuse?'
If only she had a metal bat.
If only she had a metal bat.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Solarium
Writing sneers up at her from white paper. Irritated for getting lost in the complexity of thoughts. An unidentified self poured from her body. Another night. Inside she glowed darker than the black heavens.
Time sticking by her side. Wondering of past- ticking and fast-warding to the highs and lows of the blurred faces- and future. Friends will only be drinking glasses, lovely stiff hugs, and piercing knowing eyes. Everybody. Family surrounding and embracing, twirling and swaying around her heart.
Clocks. Emotions swirling in seconds and out with thoughts. Seeing many countless faces and moving hands. So very tired of bounded seconds but has never before denied her nature, as she cried inside lustful ticks and tocks.
Time sticking by her side. Wondering of past- ticking and fast-warding to the highs and lows of the blurred faces- and future. Friends will only be drinking glasses, lovely stiff hugs, and piercing knowing eyes. Everybody. Family surrounding and embracing, twirling and swaying around her heart.
Clocks. Emotions swirling in seconds and out with thoughts. Seeing many countless faces and moving hands. So very tired of bounded seconds but has never before denied her nature, as she cried inside lustful ticks and tocks.
Sarcasm
Is this really her life? What a pathetic life if it is. Today's mundane vocabulary seems awfully familiar. Painfully so.
Forgetting the world in her room. The four walls have a depressing comfort. Its not to keep them away but to lock herself in.
So very pathetic indeed.
She smiles at how wonderful it feels.
55 flash friday
Forgetting the world in her room. The four walls have a depressing comfort. Its not to keep them away but to lock herself in.
So very pathetic indeed.
She smiles at how wonderful it feels.
55 flash friday
The door knob broke.
Cracked skeletons broke out of the closet. She just gaze impassively at each lovely bone as they wiped her tear. The memories were vivid in the lines. Impossible for her to feel the nostalgia that requires more than a few moments of happiness. Unless she is dreaming again.
There is a definition of a word opposite of nostalgic that defines her life.
She wonders about the face she saw in her dreams. She misses that person, like a mistresses missing her wife. Tried to be subtle but the interpret push and cold shoulder was too obvious. Change has always been her best friend, what makes this visit so special. It's not.
Lying on the bed looking at the broken hinges of the closet door she smiles. Some bones were definitely more lovelier than others. But they will always be connected to the same old broken skeletons in the end.
There is a definition of a word opposite of nostalgic that defines her life.
She wonders about the face she saw in her dreams. She misses that person, like a mistresses missing her wife. Tried to be subtle but the interpret push and cold shoulder was too obvious. Change has always been her best friend, what makes this visit so special. It's not.
Lying on the bed looking at the broken hinges of the closet door she smiles. Some bones were definitely more lovelier than others. But they will always be connected to the same old broken skeletons in the end.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
One night stand, a cold fuck
Summer days missed her and winter stay pissing her off. Never had she longed so strongly for something so insigificant as the warmth of a 2 o'clock afternoon. She spat in Frost's white face and sneered a pretty look at Jack as he applaude and pats himself on the back.
Misery was his favortie game. And he was winning.
This season raped her. The calm of the still snow was not paralle to her inner turmoil and conflict. She was cold inside her skin. Biting wind penatrating without at least a kiss goodbye or a tip on the night stand. It ate away at her energy and made her sleep in anger, not in peace.
Misery was his favortie game. And he was winning.
This season raped her. The calm of the still snow was not paralle to her inner turmoil and conflict. She was cold inside her skin. Biting wind penatrating without at least a kiss goodbye or a tip on the night stand. It ate away at her energy and made her sleep in anger, not in peace.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Proven until...
Her hands felt broken, each bone shattered into glass dust. The thought of it blowing around in the sky of distraction, covering her body, seeping into her core and transforming her heart in to reddish rust. Made her tremble.
She wrote and plastered guilt all over white walls to stare at how pretty the letters looked. The temptation to carve it into her soul was strong. She wondered how it would feel to be attached to her persons. She is still so young but her body shook with anticipation at the idea of such an unknown presence coating her.
Devouring her...And making her long to die.
Then again just like feeling guilty that too is nothing more than a passing thought flying around in the sky of distraction. To her broken hand.
She wrote and plastered guilt all over white walls to stare at how pretty the letters looked. The temptation to carve it into her soul was strong. She wondered how it would feel to be attached to her persons. She is still so young but her body shook with anticipation at the idea of such an unknown presence coating her.
Devouring her...And making her long to die.
Then again just like feeling guilty that too is nothing more than a passing thought flying around in the sky of distraction. To her broken hand.
Monday, February 22, 2010
tired thoughts tastes better with sleep
The only abnormality anyone could every have is the inability to love. Today she woke and forgot who she was and longed to be Anais Nin. Her hair was soaked from a wet dream of her prose.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Recuerde
Todays was a day of memory. With a moving body her thoughts echos around in silence. Its not possible for her to feel what was felt yesterday. To feel today what one felt yesterday isnt too feel- its to remember. And what does she remembers? It seems like forever and a lifetime ago.
Rambling rain, breathing so shallow she could walk on top and keep walking. It weaving between her toes, ticking. The intensity of sensations have always been more intense than her awareness of them. So she is surprise, each time she sees her face.
What does she remember?
Eyes that point down at the end, for eternity looking so beautifully sad. Times a blur. Kissing over and over. Chuckling. She calls her adorable when its the other way around. A conscience forgetting to balance. Todays was a day of memory. With a moving body her thoughts echos around in silence.
Rambling rain, breathing so shallow she could walk on top and keep walking. It weaving between her toes, ticking. The intensity of sensations have always been more intense than her awareness of them. So she is surprise, each time she sees her face.
What does she remember?
Eyes that point down at the end, for eternity looking so beautifully sad. Times a blur. Kissing over and over. Chuckling. She calls her adorable when its the other way around. A conscience forgetting to balance. Todays was a day of memory. With a moving body her thoughts echos around in silence.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Understanding/All her love
She is restless. The word impossible buzz like a cigarette high in her head. She didnt want to sleep anymore. So tired of being tired. But no more is she torn.
Knowing what she wanted. And oh, God did she want it badly. Spending half the day wishing her and she could just be. Vaguely. Remembers other lips whispering, patience, runaway, stay and fight, and flee.
With this she is not satisfied. She didnt want to be friends. Because her arms, they keep away the lonely.
Such a painful situation. But she understood this is how it have to be. Dont want to cause any complications and she'd walk away but is in too deep. So frustrated. In others she knows her face would be the only thing she would want to see. Because in her heart she wants her and only her so desperately.
It would take some time, then it could be them alone. And the thought of her wanting, desiring, seeing only me. Is the thing that keeps her hope going strong.
Donell Jones
Knowing what she wanted. And oh, God did she want it badly. Spending half the day wishing her and she could just be. Vaguely. Remembers other lips whispering, patience, runaway, stay and fight, and flee.
With this she is not satisfied. She didnt want to be friends. Because her arms, they keep away the lonely.
Such a painful situation. But she understood this is how it have to be. Dont want to cause any complications and she'd walk away but is in too deep. So frustrated. In others she knows her face would be the only thing she would want to see. Because in her heart she wants her and only her so desperately.
It would take some time, then it could be them alone. And the thought of her wanting, desiring, seeing only me. Is the thing that keeps her hope going strong.
Donell Jones
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The father of Gods child
His words are FILTHY and UNCLEAN! With no way out, she pushes hard against the restraints, the complaints and the shot glass. Remembering him taking her down to where the sinners drown. In dirty holy water and dared to wash my feet.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Good feelings
I am dancing with you. Laugter breeches her ears and it is contagious. Spreading her wings wide and soring over all disasters.
She is flying.
She is flying.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Silliness in Denial
If there is one thing I wish for you to see before you close your eyes tonight. Its the shape of my lips I dream are being pressed against yours as I fall from bliss.
Regrets and Night Sweats
Smiling from the back of her mouth. Stillness runs through her heart a drastic change.
She was sick. A body's reaction a friend called it but her feverish mind was beyond caring. Grateful for their head on her pillow and arm around her waist. Holding on for dear death, as her body trembles more than usual.
She was sick. A body's reaction a friend called it but her feverish mind was beyond caring. Grateful for their head on her pillow and arm around her waist. Holding on for dear death, as her body trembles more than usual.