It's Not FairIt's Not Fair9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's not fair to feel this way. It's not fair to care so much. It's not
fair to jump at the sound of his voice. It's not fair for him to have
such a power over me that no one else has ever had. Not even my
first love. It's not fair for him to treat me so well. It's not fair for me
to fall so easily. It's not fair that I can't be with him right now this
very second. It's not fair that I have to bring him into the world I call
my life. It's not fair to do that to him. It's not fair for him to tolerate
my imperfection. I swore to God himself that I would never let myself
fall so easily into kind words that ring in my ears and make my
heart jump. I fell into his. He makes my heart jump. It's so amazing.
It's not fair.
Do you fear the unknown?To touch her is to touch a block of iceDo you fear the unknown?9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Untouchable, uncaring, unloving
Her cool soft fingers brush over warm flesh
Of your forehead as you rest your head in her lap
Her whispers are frigid words of malice in your ear
Shivering you try to move away
Unable to do so you lie motionless
But not at all tranquil
Fear strikes, you cannot escape
She holds your head between her palms
Her eyes, aflame with spite
You are all to her
She loves you
She hates you
She holds you
She turns you away
She caresses you
She strikes you
She is everything
And yet nothing too...
She is a figment of your imagination
She is not really there
When you turn away she is gone
Only to reappear as soon as your gaze returns
She haunts you now, yes?
She gives you a reason to run
The darkness envelops her
And does her well
You fear what you do not understand
And will never understand what you fear
Or why you fear it
Why do you fear her worship?
You are her god
She is your slave
You should rejoice
And yet she haunts you
Feed...My ChildFeed...My Child9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
see her run....hair flying back, look over her shoulder, stumble, catch herself....run....slide around a corner, see his shadow....scratch her arm and watch the blood trickle, streaming as she sprints around another corner.....FUCK...she's cornered.....scramble up the wall....take off again....pull off her jacket as she sweats.....the blood dripping from her fingers as she scrambles around another corner.....sliding onto the street....taking off in the other direction, a blow from behind knocking her to the ground...crying out she struggles to get up and gets into an alley again....flying around the corner she slices open her legs through the tear in her jeans....crying out she slips in a puddle of water and skids all the way to a wall, slamming her shoulder into it....fearfully she looks up....and suddenly.....he's THERE.....licking at the wounds.....breathing shallowly, she tries to move away....he grabs her wrist.....and yanks it too his mouth, she swings but he grabs her other wris
VanityA cascade of church bells breaks the eerie morning's gloomVanity9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The wakened sleeper still yawning, half asleep is stirred from his dreams
The street is not crowded, quite uneventful, and quite unusual for this little town
The cathedral bustles, despite the dead atmosphere of the city.
Alter boys dressed in their white robes buzz about behind the priest who is much too overweight for his own good.
A coffin, a maid, a butler, a mother, a man with a kerchief and top-hat
These all here make up the attendance for this affair in the rain
Umbrellas are raised to the sky, black and sleek with the rain, a pearl handle is held in the maid's gloved hand.
A life was brought to a close this day, a sadly unattended, unloved corpse laid to rest
Mud sticks to the shoes as sorrow to the heart, slowing the pace, and making such a mess
Fine linins and laces ruined by the end of the day, such a pity
The child within is laid to rest in the early morning hour
While those who attend can only complain of the sl