I want to worship your body.
To take it in my embrace and feel its warmth.
I want to share the fire in our skin
And the ocean in our heartbeats.
I want to taste every dream
And kiss it all away.
I want to hear what’s hidden in your bones
And smell the shadows you hide in your heart.
And I want to love every part of it.
Am I crashing or am i flying?
Am I an ocean or a fleeting flame?
The air feels so cold and the ground so warm
The water so dry and the grass has been crying
I’m rooted to the sky and the moon is my soil
I’m falling from the ground, I’m so upside down
What am I?
I sat in the red plush chair, waiting for him to show up. We had met online in a book review forum about 3 months ago. We had many of the same interests, and soon we were dating over phone and Skype. When we found out that we lived only 30 minutes apart, we set up our first arranged date, which was right now.
“Come on, Josh.” I said as i checked my watch for the 3rd time. Just as i was starting to doubt him he rushed through the door, and sat down across from me.
“I’m so sorry I’m late, Kris,” he exclaimed, running his hand through his blonde gelled down hair, “there was crazy traffic.” He looked genuinely sorry.
I smiled to let him know it was okay, and he hugged me, “Finally, i get to really see you.” He said.
I hugged him back with joy, and sat back down to sip my coffee. When the waiter came around he asked for some of his own, and offered to pay for mine. It was sweet, but i declined because I wanted to be responsible. I admired his silver and purple tie, and complimented him, “Your tie looks nice. Along with your suit.”
He blushed, “Thank you. I,uh,I like your dress. Black looks good on you.”
I smiled, “Thanks.” But for some weird reason, it didn’t feel right.
Hey, guys! I hope you all had a great thanksgiving, because i sure did. In fact, i’m currently eating leftover pie for breakfast. 😛
So, you guys know I’m a writer. I’ve been writing for years and have never finished or liked a finished product. The last 2 books i wrote turned out to be really bland and anti-climatic, and I didn’t like them. This is where you guys come in. I would like you guys to give me a topic that you would love to read about, or a certain character/setting. It would help me a lot!
These are the genres I write:
- realistic fiction
- some historical fiction.
Thank you guys in advance for your input, and I hope you have a great day!
The stars are a gleaming,
Though it is day,
The moon is a shining,
Though night is nay.
The winds are a blowing,
though it is still,
I’m walking on the stars,
Though they aren’t real.
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I pack my bags,
And grab my books,
ready for a new day.
I walk out the door,
into the freezing cold,
and think, oh God, no way.
A woman in a mask
With tears in her eyes
A woman unseen
With rain in her skies
She rips off her mask
Throws it on the table
And underneath, we all realise
She is a masked angel