via Daily Prompt: Apprentice I always thought I was allergic to jealousy… Not getting the point of the useless emotion. Wasn’t it? Pointless, to doubt if you trusted? But you made me your apprentice, and taught me against my very will… To envy others, some I didn’t even know. And…… Continue reading Jealous… Me?
Self confidence…. wouldn’t brag about being good at it (because I am not)… But some people are just total champions at lacking it, and sometimes, I wonder if they even listen to themselves… Part of my Booh job is to regularly call stores, to tell them it is time for the annual cleaning…… Continue reading Self confidence… Or the lack of.
Some would say you are an aquired taste… But I know you’re an insidious addiction… They tried to make me go to rehab, But I said no, no, no….
Ever felt like kicking life in the nuts? I never thought about it, until today. That’s probably because of my French roots. La vie, life in French, is feminine, therefore not owning nuts to swing at. But English life is not… Just think about that!
It’s been a while since I last played some music in the Cove… So here’s something different. Loco Locass is a hip hop band that has been in Québec’s musical background since 1995. Hip hop is not my favorite music style, but I really like these 3 guys, and their way to cleverly play…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
The warmth of her skin next to mine, surpassed the light of the sun encompassing the breadth of the city, I turned my head, and wondered why my fate had led me here, why at this moment, this second, the last breath I took, before I awakened and looked upon her sleeping form,…… Continue reading The Warmth of the Morning…
Just not Cinderella’s because, well, you all know I am no princess. No, this morning, a little before 5 O’clock, I was getting ready for work when I chose to leave my Winter boots behind, and put on my Summer Denmark hiking shoes. I know hiking shoes are not the sexiest, but my Merrell hikers…… Continue reading Slippers…
She leaned forward, slowly licking Death’s lips.. Then turned her back, and walked away, leaving It longing for more…
Tirée vers les bas fonds du sommeil… Les paupières alourdies par le poids des jours… Je n’ai rien à craindre ce soir… Car, je m’envole vers la sécurité de tes bras.
Her fiery thoughts threatening to flare up when her passions were at the boiling point my eyebrows, singed and blackened even couldn’t be doused by my sweaty palms and teary, blinking eyes Throwing water on her now would only cause steamy dreams increasing the mystery as I drew hearts and arrows on the mirrors…… Continue reading Conflagration…
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