Shadows bending down
Nights flame dwindling in cold mathematical melody
Adrift in cacophony’s sea
Reverb in verse
Rhythms rime burst asunder
Sacrilegious silence
Bask me in your notes
Fill my anticipation
Coupled couplets
Dance your memory
Month: July 2015
Huh
When I write erotica I draw from my experiences and don’t really embellish things. Sometimes I clean it up a little. But because of that, I sometimes feel like I’m bragging. I’m not, I don’t think. But it just hit me that it might. And there are people that read my work that know me IRL, so I sometimes wonder what they make of it.
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New story
I’m writing a new story. The fantasy stories are interesting to me but I find I have a hard time connecting the scenes together. And it’s hard to write them. Which is not to say the endeavor is not worthwhile but it feels like I’m going against the grain of my soul. So I’m writing another erotic tale. A continuation or an elaboration of characters introduced in Ballroom. This one just flows. It feels right. Thanks for reading.
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Wings
Slipping away through corridors slick
with exhaled breathe
Borne minute by minute in shadow
burning
Silence pounding staccato rhythm
through broken ribs
Heart tearing free from confined moorings
Freedoms wings, light as sin, take me home
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Have you thought
Have you thought
In passing moment and stinging thought or dismissal and moving on. Just the moment by moment terror of too much available communication, the ability to drop a line to anyone I used to be with, anyone. The growing need to communicate, to speak, to talk, but I know I’ll get no response. This is bad, it feels bad, but when I try and all I hear is echos, that is so much worse. So I refrain, because there is only so much pain I can take and not talking to you is bad enough. But talking to you and never hearing a response is so much worse.
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The fear that keeps
think…and I’m falling loop by loop
contrails in a clear blue sky
spiraling down
it’s not the ground I’m afraid of, its the fall
the ground I’d almost welcome, the sudden stop then nothing
but I still hope for a place to stand
I sound suicidal, I know. And I’d be lying if I said there were days when I wonder, what it would be like to just leap, make the decision and stop. I wish I could say “but hope pulls me back”. But it’s not hope. It’s fear. Fear of the pain, fear that I’ll miss or that I’ll be crippled, but most of all that I’ll set the pieces in motion and after it’s too late to stop, when it’s all but a fait accompli, I will find someone, we’ll find each other, and it’ll all just click. That’s the fear that keeps me going. I wish I could say it’s my love of beauty or strength of character but in truth, it’s fear. And I wonder, how many of us are feeling that same fear, how many of us are falling through our lives, looking for a place to stand.
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Winter turns to spring
Stirred from inaction, a heartbeat sounds across ashes, and turnings bought shadow burns lower
Times slow in passing, drifting as hearts leaping, and echos through the dying trees
Winter is the building and sounds of ice breaking, though silence in the drifting, and turnabout favors fair
All desires meeting, conscience and the slip of the tongue
But shadows still are burning, times resumes it’s pacing, and winter’s promises brings Springs regret.
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Why, discontinued
The Why story has been discontinued, due to lack of interest on my readers part and story muddle on my part
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Sinking ice
I invite the cold in
The chill soothes me
Numbs me
Makes me hungry
Makes me want sleep
Warmth is a memory
Close my eyes
Just for a minute
What’s the harm
The shivers have long past
I’m so tired
Let me sleep here
Without you
I let the cold seep in
Pelgris 