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Garden Of Eden

Freshly washed and ready to eat...

Looks fresh and beautifulRed and lusciously breathtakingThat sweet aromatic scentThat's very pleasing to my senses.I have to taste that skinHow it would feelIn my teeth and in my tongueIn my lips and in my mouthRichly scrumptious That delicious juicy biteI have to taste that nectarHow it would tasteIn my teeth and in my tongueIn my lips and in my mouthSucculently sweet flavorThat lingers through my lipsHow deliciously swe...

The Waltz

Learning to move together with the music ...

We held each others hand,You held me close in your arms,The music played to start our decent,Where our two left feet take us.We sway familiarizing ourselves,We awkwardly acquainted with the flow,We glide learning step by step,As we have never tried dancing before.You started to confidently lead,You forgot our two left feet,You move briskly into the other side,As we have never tried dancing before.The music take us twirlin...

Red Lipstick

When in the dark ...

Dark outside Cold wind blowing, Howling dogs from afar. Dead silence. Scent of flowers Wrap around me. Goosebumps, as I felt Someone looking at me. Looking out, finding where. I saw your shadow In the dark walking Towards me. Stopping in front of me. Intently looking as You raised your hand. Wiping away the stain Of my fading lipstick. And you whispered "Red. I want Red lipstick On your lips." My body shivers From your se...

Forlorn Lover

Where promises are made to be broken ... a heart...

By the shore in the middle of the night, She always sit at the big rocks, Waiting for her lover to come,  Who promised to be there. By the shore in the middle of the night, She is always singing sad songs, That would make herself to tears, For the lover who never comes. By the shore in the middle of the night, She always looks up at the moon, Asking him of her heart's fears, For the lover who promised. By the shore in the...

Life is Wonderful

Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful...

His intention is to make me smile And the song is really a happy one. But when the song started to play And the lyrics with the melody flowsTo my ears, it reaches to my heart.Tears started to flow freely from my eyes And my heart is breaking."Ah la la la la la la life is wonderfulAh la la la la la la life goes full circleHa la la la la la life is wonderful"What is wrong with this song?Every word of the lyrics sinking in.W...

Dance With Me

I felt your touch, but your feelings they...

I felt your touch, But your feelings They were never the same. I seems to forgot, How it felt with Your warm embrace. So remind me again How it used to be Loving and warmth. Just this one song. Dance with me Like we used to do. Give me your hand. Place them where You used to loved them. I missed that touch. The feel of you palm That warms my heart. Ah, the lust it still lingers But it's like an obligation  For you to perf...

Seesaw

Have you ever played on a seesaw?

Where you constantly goes  Up and down,  Up and down,  Up and down. It's when you are happy,  You'll definitely cry soon.  When you're up on your career,  You'll definitely take a slow down.  Life will come up of something That will pull you down. No other way but  Up and down,  Up and down, Up and down. It's like when you are drowning  But every time I am down there,  I hope to come up soon to breath.  It's like when you...

Sunshine

This is for you my dearest friend who happened to pass by my way...

Gloomy day again,A black cloudySaturday afternoonFor this old lady.You're a good friend andI thank you for the friendship,You have bestowed upon meWhen I needed it the most.Age really doesn't countFor all I know you areOlder than I am whenIt comes to maturity.You shine upon meWhen my days are reallyAt the most melancholic And depressing days.You made me laughEven if I really wanted to cry.You made me see thingsIn a very d...

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The Creep Named Rune

The creep that I am...

I choose to sit alone in the dark, Not for attention or pity. I choose to sit alone in the dark, Because I'm afraid of humans. I choose to sit alone in the dark, It is what unwanted like I do. Lurking only within The shadow of darkness, Where I would want to stay. I choose to crawl alone in the dark, To be undetected by anyone. I choose to crawl alone in the dark, Not to be hated by people. I choose to crawl alone in the...

During the following week, Loni did not spend her nights or even see Dan. She had a few papers due that needed her attention, but she did call every evening, and they chatted for hours. On the weekends, she arrived on Friday and stayed until Sunday.It was during the time when he was alone and continued his packing that Dan began to have second thoughts.He was heading to Fort Lauderdale with its warm weather, beautiful bea...

Stillness, but for spinning wheelsIn my head, in vain to feelPull it upRetrieve that meaningThat I can’t quite, am not gleaning What is this?It’s so familiarFocus now, distill it from airPluck it out, like floating weedsSpiky starsDandelion seeds Fingers close, believe it’s caughtOpen hand, you’re holding naughtNowhere to go, to look it upFile not foundMy mind is stuck Being so used to instant accessResourcelessness just...

Pagan Thoughts

Thinking about ethics, death and slight politics.

Lately, I’ve been hanging around with a lot of fellow Pagans. Some questions have entered my brain, and I haven’t asked them yet, mostly because I’d like to get them sorted in my head first, so here goes. I’ll start off with me. I wear and use a lot of natural products and by-products: Leather, wood, paper, things like that. It got me wondering if it was really ethical for me as a Pagan to do so, and then I remembered one...

A Writer's Creative Process

How I write an original piece and where the inspiration comes from.

LadySharon, tell me your secrets to writing original pieces. Of course. I write stories in fragments...some good, some bad. I dream in color, rendering images I can see in the recesses of my psyche. Some nights, I’ll wake up with the not-so-reliable writing muses talking to me and I capture what they’re saying to me in a notebook. I don’t begin typing on a laptop until I have a handwritten rough draft in front of me. Then...

The Six Hats

Thinking about thinking

School. Teachers were stupid. Homework was stupid. Everything's stupid when you're a teenager.Especially when they tell you to 'think about thinking'.Sure, some people might find it interesting. But I didn't. it seemed pointless. Why think about thinking when you can just think anyway? I would get stuck in this horrible, endless loop, thinking about thinking about thinking. Being a pretty depressed teenager, I would grumb...

Drinking...

...Doesn't always lead to the best thinking.

I like drink,and drink, I think,likes me. What a pair we are,keeping one another company.Like old mates,we have a laugh. Guess what?I don't get a hangover.Never once. Now you hate me,and I giggle "teehee".Anyone got some brie? I'm drunkin the manner of a skunk,so... y'know... berzunk!