Innocence Lost [Edge of Sixteen] |
You sit there alone in the crowded basement of some football player, who goes to some highschool you've never been to and who, according to your so-called-friends that sit on the laps of his buddies,"...
Posted by on Tue, 26 May 2009 21:09:00 GMT |
June [15] |
"You're beautiful", he says right before licking his lips. It's hot. blazing hot. The sun is directly on our faces when I reply in ignorant innocence, "uhm...Thanks" my voice is marred by the giggles ...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 20:56:00 GMT |
Equinox [Part II: Avenue Runaway 2:20AM] |
There is no cure for this trembling.Caused by the touch of his hand.The strength of his arms as he moves us from the cool leather couch to the warm inviting silk of his bed. There is no cure for this ...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Mar 2009 13:42:00 GMT |
Don't Run [Part II of Avenue Runaway 2:20AM] |
Wake up. Lips to skin. My skin. Lips trailing the length of my spine, raising goosebumps where they graze. I am laying in a bed of roses it seems like. And I swear I must be dead because park benches ...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 18:04:00 GMT |
"...&& You're searching for more minutes in the crook of my neck.." |
"...Nothing will ever be the same, will it?"It's not a question that she's askingshe already knows the answer.He's standing there, behind her turned back - duffel bag of clothes, packed away in his id...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 17:03:00 GMT |
Final Warning |
...I should come with a warning label, should I not?equipped with some poetic phrase that describes me perfectly, perhaps something like...'Treacherous Whore' or 'Run while you can', will warn others ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Jan 2009 10:08:00 GMT |
[10:30PM;2:30AM] |
In one of those disgusting displays of misplaced emotionI lost my catch of breathand in losing my breath I lost my heart and I swear it doesn't beat anymoreAnd love - oh that torturous, meaningless, f...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Jan 2009 00:57:00 GMT |
Infiel |
"I love you"Your lips are at my neckHands pulling.grabbing.ripping.My shirt.jeans.socks.shoes.from my persona.You aren't supposed to love me.That's against the rules of this game!And I.And I.I. Am not...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 16:42:00 GMT |
Pillmatic |
He presents the bottle in an overdramatic way, flashing his hands over it as though he's some kinda fuckin' genie or some shit.So I had to tell him quick, "Mister, i'm just tryna get high so could you...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jan 2009 00:48:00 GMT |
Again. |
"Can we keep going?"You're so close to my home but that horizon is callingdrive a little faster pleasejust a little farther.The sky itself is a mosaic, a painting made just for usjust for this moment....
Posted by on Wed, 24 Dec 2008 22:04:00 GMT |
