Writing, Ideas, & Stories
You are my favorite person. The one I go to.
The gentle push that guides me. The one I need.
The inspiration to my pen. My partner.
The ruby scattered among the rocks.
The smile that brings forth mine. The one.
My closest friend. The love I’ve been looking for.
Today was a rough day
I don’t know if I can do this again
Without you it doesn’t seem to matter
Just close your eyes and pretend
Here’s a new day
Blink and it’s here
All could happen
Just close your eyes and she’ll be there.
Nothing has mattered except for going forward. Temptation pulls to the left and to the right. Never wavering. Until forward is no longer an option. Barricaded and locked shut. Bleak and colorless temptation curls her finger. Temptation is going win today.
This feeling. I barely know you. Yet I love being around you. I don’t even know your name but I want you to be here. The way your hair turns in the wind. Your horrible jokes that you can’t turn down. Let’s go get some food. Don’t go, let’s hangout.
He thinks he’s so lucky. Walks around like he owns this place. Like he owns us. Your nothing but a fraud. Nothing but a fake. How long do you think your going to last? He thinks he owns us.
Writing is beautiful. Here its temporary. The sudden sign of water sends the words rushing down. Words usually last a life time. These words are different, temporary. A few came to see and than they left.
The black panther lives in the rainforest.
This is the home of Faith.
The promising work of a florist.
Home forever even as a wraith.
Enchanting the world with sunny kisses.
Always with you like a reprise.
True nature’s cheery missus.
In spring time, love is carried on the breeze.
Her beauty undeniable by all.
All wanted to see what she could achieve.
Impossible to foresee thee befall.
This panther bows as she takes her leave.
All panthers ache and weep.
Rest now in your beauty sleep.
Sweet and unforgettable. The icing makes your cheeks sting. Nothing compares to the sweetness touching your lips for the first time. Light and soft and dangerously addicting. Each taste is unique in comparison to the last. It will not survive the evening. It’s impossible to put down.
He laughs. The laugh echo’s through the warehouse scratching the crackling windows. Drums looking for forgiveness from the horror of his octaives. Babies across the river cry and scream in terror. The laugh covers up the pull of the trigger.
It is finally happening. Before it was nothing, flat and unfulfilled. Slowly achieving and becoming the person that I want to be. Expanding with visions of the future and floating through dreams and desires. Floating, floating and floating into the atmosphere.
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