Starting at the bottom, step by step, upping my game, always looking high… I’ll paint my lips bright red as fire, curl my hair I’ll wrap my body in the finest silk, showing just enough, not showing too much… I’ll sing with a crystal voice, charming them with my words, with my thoughts, with…… Continue reading When the best, I’ll be…
She sat in silence, sleet drumming the beat of wintertime on her worn out windows. She sat in silence, hugging the warmth of her souvenirs, past. Holding in her trembling hands her two favorite photos, only witness to her story. Two almost identical pictures of them… Shyly leaning against each other. Same smiles, same sparkly…… Continue reading Before & after…
Previously posted April 9th 2016. It’s about 4h21… It’s Tuesday, July 16 1985. You can put that in your notebook. With all the things you wrote down to be sure not to forget, and all the pictures you glued here and there, and all the silly drawings you drew. How many times have I…… Continue reading Mountain man… (Part one)
Via today’s One Word Prompt: Degree Your love burnt me to the third degree… Now, that’s going to leave a mark, baby!
Her immunity her resistance to what I’d done, lacking strength lacking focus Any amount of vitamin C, injections of common sense, drawing her attention away breaking the bonds between us, Whatever it took what she needed, anything to help a good cry on the shoulder a close friend listening burning my love letters ashes…… Continue reading Her Immunity – Notthedane56
If I only let you love me like you want to without If I only forget how I would do, if I could If you would only just see Why don’t I let you just choose what, how, why your way is better than mine? When you chose to when we decided to if…… Continue reading Why Not If Just – Notthedane56
I always envied cats and their ways of living… Nap, eat, eat, nap… Play a little too. But I don’t need nine lives honey… One’s well enough for me, if I can spend it with you…
When you take my breath away… You have to give it back, eventually. Or at least offer mouth-to-mouth. Otherwise, it’s called murder, Love!
Et mon cœur d’hiberner jusqu’à ce que nos saisons s’accordent enfin… * Les bourgeons verts de l’amour nouveau, La chaleur candide de tes paumes sur ma peau. Je laisserai tomber une à une mes feuilles pour toi, savourer le doux frisson du ballet de tes doigts… * Le temps pourrait bien s’écouler, comme un…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
The audience gave a warm applause, as he stepped on the stage, holding his guitar. It was late, and in the darkness of the pub, people were eager to drink his words by the pint. He played there every other night, and he attracted a crowd of regulars and new faces, that enjoyed his skillful…… Continue reading Evening out…
Cyranny's Cove 