Quiet wordsWords spoken low, afraid for anyone to overhear. The world slowly blanked out, leaving just us two, alone and close. No cold, no heat, no passion, no fear; there was nothing except her and myself. I whispered a bit, and told her I'd miss her gentle kiss, even though I'd never been privy to it before. She spoke with a slight grin, and leaned in to say, you'll never have that problem again. With that remark, and a motion oh so smart, she cam in so quick, taking my lips in hers, pressed so gently to mine, our hands interlaced, set on her leg. Our eyes both closed, my heart skipped not a beat, but stopped all together, wanting nothing to interrupQuiet words
PlaygoundPlaygroundPlaygound
I know that I'm not the best playmate, of the funnest kid on the playground, but just give me a chance.
I'm not the nicest playmate, I don't play well with others, just a little rough around the edges.
I'm not the brightest playmate, I don't know all the rules, to all the games the children play, but, I still give them a try.
I'm not your normal playmate, I try to be polite, I'm not really staring, just trying to learn what you look like.
I'm not the fastest playmate, sometimes it takes a few examples,
Metal RoofDroplets drum on the metal sheet of the roof. A peaceful tempo to the underlying pressure of the game of cards. A darkened room ,sparsely lit by starlight and scattered flickering candles. Shadows dance menacingly over the faces of the players. Every slight motion and contortion becomes twisted menacingly Though every Friday evening brings about this exact same event, an outsider might think it a contract signing with the devil herself; smoke, alcohol, dirty grunting men, and cramped sweaty spaces.Metal Roof
Tragic PoetAn echo from a time forgot. Water washed footprints a draft in a thunderstorm.Tragic Poet
Tragic Poet Forget me not. I'll never be remembered for my morbid art; I'm a dime a dozen and that's in a bad way; So why then keep on writing? That's just my way, to keep my head above water; or maybe just a vain attempt; I'm sure that I'll stop one day, just fade away; Not with an exclamation point, but rather a single dot.
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Love those you hate,
Hate those you fear,
Fear those you love.
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-- History is written by the winners, it's only a matter of opinion. --
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-- History is written by the winners, it's only a matter of opinion. --
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-- History is written by the winners, it's only a matter of opinion. --
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♥ The uniform doesn't make the ♣man♣ the man makes the uniform.
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