I like clothing that fits my needs especially when they seem to be expanding, oh, I do like large things just not on my own body and not when my wife is looking, but my waistline: the distance around what I remember myself to be and who I never thought I’d meet wants clothing…… Continue reading Stretch Jeans – Notthedane56
Sorting thoughts, sorting, filtering, straining, screening, carefully. Not letting go, letting the ideas build up, until pressure threatens it’ll pop… Looking people in the eyes… Not letting them pierce the disguise. Stirring hope with despair, no consequence, if you don’t share… And with talent, screaming silent…
One instant I walked along the Autumn Streets dreaming of someone, I once knew the leaves falling my heart breaking I chanced upon a turn in the road around the corner, out of sight I wondered, should I, dare I let this Autumn Road take me? Let me turn when it turns and stop…… Continue reading One Autumn Leaf Falling – Notthedane56
Butterfly words, winged ideas, flying thoughts… Words blooming like lillies and daisies petals wrapped dreams… Sweet words, bitter words words filled with flavor. Words windy, and sunny words Thoughts weathery. Tides of words wavy words, words flooding… Useless by the piece, hopefully meaningful someday… Words spread to the winds, hoping they get to…… Continue reading Only words…
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.
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 The Daily Prompt: Tame You can, blindfold her… Tie her wrists tight… Trap her in a golden cage… Silence her with love or rage… But you will never tame her heart.
Via Daily Prompt: Believe Although you never pretended to say the truth, and even professed to sometimes lie. Even after getting warned as much by my mother, as by you… I believed.
À l’ère du “dans ta face” tu m’as simplement appris l’art oublié du mystère…
Walking in the morning dew, waiting patiently always, a freshly picked daisy pined in my pulled up hair… Your sun rising on my timid dawn, gracing me with your warming light. And piercing the silence, with a sudden burst of laughter. “Summer, my dear… My silly dear, Summer is over!”
Cyranny's Cove 