The Eternal Love is a Story without End“Write a poem for me,” you whisper across the ether.The Eternal Love is a Story without End by analillithbar
“Tell me the story of ‘our love’ in that voice so distinctly yours.
“Just as you have from the start.”
The spector of Love, that is your face, floats before me,
Your lips so full of all the words you cannot speak,
Eyes glistening against the vast void we have been cast into.
I cannot resist the urge:
Following along with the siren-song of the Muse -
To make love to you.
Filling your ears, your mind, your heart...
Caressing you in dreams of the nether region,
Lie there serenely, my love, amid the jasmine scented blooms.
Nestled deep in a bed of down and silk,
While rainbows of ultraviolet amor encompass you,
Circling round about in sanctuary’s halo,
Secure in arms, alive with the very breath of -
This Love - still so true, alive and thriving,
Gleaming with prosperity,
Whole with knowing: We are Love,
Love, you and I are one,
Across the vast oceans of space and time.
I Can Only Ever Be MeI had, and have, no intentions
Oh, Honey, Please...If you think I give a shit
The Life and Death of a Cosmic BloomI offer this feeble human gratitude:
Inner-Child: Protection at All CostsHer tiny hand held in mine, the plump baby flesh barely fitting into my own. Her palm was sweaty and warm, her fingers cold by contrast. We stood together as one, staring at the crowd of people before us. With an urgent tug from her, I tore my eyes from the group, my attentions turned solely on to her.
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every cliché like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychotic b
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Entrance To The Dark Forest
Fate and circumstanceWe can never fully know can we?
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.
ApparitionsI was nervous when I arrived. Had my information been right? Was she used to trans patients? Would she be supportive and helpful or weirded out? Would this be a waste of time or the freeing experience I hoped it would be?
breaking a writer's heart.never break a writer’s heart
Oaki knew a girl once,
WARNING!!!!! I am very eclectic in my music preferences.
Move only when you see an advantage and there is something to gain. Only fight if a position is critical. - Sun Tzu -</b>
Dare to Be!!!
"... no one ever got into trouble for not talking too much." - Perry Mason, "The Case of the Howling Dog"
Wink Wink Nudge Nudge
On the inside, I'm quite old.
My passion is getting the most out of every minute.
Favourite genre of music: Rock n Roll
Favourite style of art: Whatever moves me
MP3 player of choice: My PC
Skin of choice: My Own
Favourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny
Personal Quote: Make no judgment where you have no compassion. - Anne MacCaffery