Via today’s Daily Prompt: Succumb Everytime she let herself relive the moment she lay in his arms, she wondered… Wondered what would have happened if… She had come to realize that the world was split in two. People who thought they had only one life to live, and willing to enjoy every opportunity…… Continue reading Succumb…
There I sat on my Mercedes Hamster Low-rider Harley with four on the floor Wanna go for a ride? I called out to those too speechless to answer too awestruck to know all but her, she who raised her hand slowly all but her, I revved her up she purred like a kitten then…… Continue reading Wanna Go for a Ride? – Notthedane56
Dear you, Thank you for still being there. For staying in the shadows, but staying still… Neither our lives are easy. None is. But the presence of a good friend makes a difference, and I wish mine could make as big a difference as yours makes. It is a short note tonight, but not short…… Continue reading Dear You… Yeah, Again.
Ton désir en ombres chinoises sur ma cuisse… A peine la rumeur d’un baiser. La mélodie de tes doigts désacordés. Une caresse de mots doux, qu’on se crache au visage, Affectueusement. Te posséder, furieusement Cruellement être tienne. J’égrenne le chapelet des minutes passées entre tes soupirs.
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Cool was I sitting there clothed in my shades catching some rays wanting, wanting to hit the surf The Midwestern prairie with amber waves of rolling grain awaited me and my board me and my board, and my shades I held my finger up testing the wind direction the oats and the wheat…… Continue reading My Shades… – Notthedane56
I thought I was cured. I honestly thought so… After the bi-weekly counseling, the group meetings, the pills and the half dozen rubber bands on my wrist, I thought I was getting free from it. Free from him… OM. I had tried my best not to visit his blog too often, and more specifically…… Continue reading Picture Battle – OM vs Cyra (The Kit Kat incident)
She had always hated Halloween. For some reason, all the death themed decorations spooked her. Plastic skeletons and fake spiders didn’t scare her, but she knew the build up of black, white and orange house ornating knickknacks was the countdown to the actual celebration… Celebration, what a word! She didn’t understand how people could…… Continue reading Cadavre Exquis – the result!
Counting stars, counting dreams picking them, one by one… Shiny bright stars glued in the notebook of my hopes and… Trying to cover disappointment, trying to forget… Being denied… Counting stars, well aware, well… Stars plenty, and brilliant stars too many to be missed once picked. Little treasures… Simple pleasures. Clumsy…… Continue reading Counting stars…
Via today’s Daily Prompt: Fraud To the face of the world, she was a fraud. A fraud only she knew about. Crawling, in grey shades of everything ordinary. Hiding in the shadows, away from the spot lights. Excelling in keeping silent, unseen, and unheard of. To them, she was barely a piece of the…… Continue reading The rising…
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