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Hands awayI put my hands down. Tilt my head and close my eyes. Fall into you and wait.Hands away in Free Verse More Like This
It's too long for me to remain sane, too short for me to learn enough about myself to walk away. My feet face you when you speak, yours turn away like you're always about to leave. The eyes that fight through your skull to see are trembling when you look at me. It's like they're always working to get away from you.
I hold my arms and lean towards you, swollen with contempt and wanting. I am alone in myself all the time; it makes sense that I'm falling now. Lots of people wake up without a reason to.
I'm waking up and lying low.
Attempting to move in stagnant watersI hung into the corners of your body and I let you touch me as long as my eyes were closed. Most noises were shallow breaths, few were more or less. You were arranging my body with strong arms and hollowing it out with soft fingers and quiet kisses. Rapid movements were used here and there but it was the combination of fast and slow that made the movements into a dance.Attempting to move in stagnant waters in Free Verse More Like This
Before hand you said sex was a dance. I agreed. The guy can lead, the girl can be moved, swung, and fucked without knowing what the steps were in the first place.
My only saving was my eyelids and my confidence of breath into your neck. I opened my eyes for periods only to c
roping in sincerityI have held love that I never thought could exist androping in sincerity in Free Verse More Like This
reverberated between two things I thought couldn't mix.
I have attempted to remove myself from destruction as
well as implant myself with a growing poison.
I have been young and reckless and at times continue to
be that way. I've thought of myself as tame but when I
look back I am often surprised by my deeds and stumbles.
I have seen the people I love slashed and their skin
become frail and at the same time seen their bones somehow
strengthen because of it.
I will never forget the blood that was spilt just to connect
two people and disconnect from another. I am still awe inspi
Lifting limbs and holding backYou are tasteful and curious. Fingers fitting into tight spaces and your mouth perking at the sound of impressionable movement. You keep quiet and while thoughts rage constantly you are vigilant when generalities break off and it is worth the time to listen and to speak.Lifting limbs and holding back in Free Verse More Like This
There seemed no better option than to recklessly plow my breath into you with the words that shook and fought from inside of me. You were responsive with your eyes widening and you expanded on things that I could no longer hold or develop. I was sedated by the blush of your skin sliding against mine, undeniably rounded and delighted by the arcs of you. You were destined to f
Blood in the horizon.You hear life is awful long, but it seems so shortBlood in the horizon. in Free Verse More Like This
when you're young and people are dying around you.
Young people who had a lot more years left in their
faces just waiting to be worn thin but instead they'll
stay thick and doll like forever.
You push yourself towards the wind and let it brush your hair across your
face wondering if it can move you along in life as well, because some days
you trudge along and feel like nothing can get you by. Some days people
look like devils and every approach is an expression of devious intentions.
You think your protecting your soul but instead you're encasing it in
a lead box of broken para
dirt.dirt. in Free Verse More Like This
it feels weird to tell the world that you don't exist,
that somehow you just stopped somewhere and you
weren't here anymore. it feels like a lie.
a beaten down tired lie that gave up a long time ago.
when i say it i know my eyes grip nothing,
and i'm sure they wonder what i am for not showing
something. but it isn't something that hits me right now.
because it is so pathetically false
but regrettably true.
last week i was aching by your side
and every movement you made was like an introduction
to me finding my way in. my skin crawled with anticipation
and every muscle was tense with held back desire.
movements can be so easily mi
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flatteri
My Irish LassMy Irish Lass in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A man lives a life of plenty
without gold, riches or reserve
in fact, there is no need to spend a penny
when he has the love of a good woman at home
The lord truly blessed the man
and never will his eyes roam
with the affections of a bonny lass
whom he can call his own
Oh, give me an Irish dame
with eyes of sapphire, emerald or jade
The face of an angel and hair all a' flame
No man has lain eyes on so faultless a maid!
Gentle Irish jewel, won't you come with me?
I will cherish you always, my fair one
for you have a heart unbridled and free
An Irish lass I have in mind
So exquisite a treasure is she
only a leprechaun may be a
Pull my stringsPull my strings in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pull my strings,
Extravagant things.
Ride on currents,
of self delusion.
Oceans of avarice,
Swelling passions
and envy clash;
Inciting my guile,
For a lust insatiable.
Consequently dour,
I will become;
A paltry price
to feed infatuation,
and physical luxuries;
For not until silenced,
Shall I atone.
KinderwhoreRound child’s faceKinderwhore in Free Verse More Like This
Adult’s body.
Red nails smeared,
Mascara running.
Boots untied
Leggings torn.
Sitting on the floor
In a strangers bathroom.
Cold white tile
Felt through thin clothes.
Unclean walls
Filthy girl.
Emotions die,
Like a cigarette.
Confusion, depression
All run out the drain.
Suicide, homicide
Not your fault.
With your round child’s face
And your adult’s body.
Red nails smeared
Your mascara running.
Boots still untied
Leggings still torn.
You’re sitting on the floor
In a dead mans bathroom.
In Oz: Trippin'In Oz: Trippin' in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: Trippin'
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
I haven't been here for a long time, but I know there's still a box of treasures whenever I stop by, and lay me down is one of the most beautiful pictures on the whole deviantART-Community. For me it's a trip to wonderland, where girls are like flowers and boys are all eyes, simply unable to resist everlasting beauty.
I can't withhold my feelings, 'cause this isn't neither a picture nor an irresistible vision; this is a prayer, and if I wouldn't believe in God, I'd surely do now.
Meditation on ThoughtBegin the quiet storm of fidgeting,Meditation on Thought in Free Verse More Like This
metronome-pen beating—
a drum, a drum:
Tempestuous—tearing
fingers through hair,
black eyes
crawling along
the insides of my lids.
My mind grows scrublands.
"What do you mean?" and,
"What do I mean?"
I tend slowly toward the abstract.
Pine trees sprout from my hair,
a forest of church steeples.
Whippoorwill am I,
chestnut-child Evangeline,
and my fingers stretch
architectonic
to build me bridges of stone,
a whole cathedral of bone archways.
My Michelangelo eyes sit restless
in a face of white and green marble.
The smallest drop of rain
against the window
and my thoughts co
The Piano DemonThe first time I saw her - really, really saw her, not just glanced at her as we tried our best to catch the back seats in the small university classrooms - she was at a piano. Maybe I'd never have really been able to notice her had it not been for that one, strange evening when destiny gently pushed me out of my awkward life and into hers.The Piano Demon in Short Stories More Like This
If only children can be prodigies, then I wasn't one any longer. I'd lived through my glory years at school, where I'd gone off and won prizes for art and English, maths and physics, running circles around classmates and less talented professors. Eventually, when push came to shove and I had to figure out
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