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My Dear AnnabelleThe wind blew steadily outside the window. Fallen leaves rustled in the restless air and thick drops of rain brushed up against the cool, glass panes separating this room from its rowdy exterior. Flashes of lightning illuminated my surroundings like a still frame picture and despite the roaring thunder that continuously followed, my Annabelle remained asleep.
Her lengthy body lay loosely concealed by the red silk sheets wrapped around her. The flowing fabric fell on the curves of her body making them more defined, more exquisite, and as I stared sweet dreams swam through her mind bringing a smile to her lips. Her raven hair cascaded across the crimson sheets as she turned over exposing the bareness of her back. Flashing light from the storm danced across her pale skin like a thousand angels in the night sky. The mere sight of its divinity sent shivers down my spine. Oh Annabelle, I long to touch you.
As I moved closer to the bed where my love so delicately laid the soft sounds of her b
Our DanceWhen I feel like dancing, I think of you.
I move for you.
Do I sparkle for you?
Am I the apple of your eye?
I move for you like a breeze moves leaves in the spring time blossom
I sparkle like a sunset ocean
I paint a picture of peace, of solace, of absolute truth
On the blank canvas of the night air.
I have become da Vinci
My body is my tool, my song,
My voice among the silence
Will you sing with me?
Together we will fill the sky so full of music
That even the heavens will envy us.
The trees will sway to the music
With the hope of looking as lovely as we.
And even though all the world is watching
We will be free to move with the wind.
Will you take my hand and dance?
My Dark CanvasMy soul, she weaps in color.
And the color of her falling tears are red.
Like drops of rain they cascade to the floor,
thick and frequent,
painting pictures with their crimson hue.
Pictures of memories long since lost
to the fire of my sorrows.
Sweet pictures of you and I.
These visions of grandeur
torment my soul to the point of insanity.
Can you not see it my love?
Here let me paint you a picture
as my life spills onto the greying floor.
Let me paint you a picture of my affliction.
And just for you my love,
I'll sign my name in Blood.
TiffanyI turned off my lights as I approached the building. I didnt want anyone to recognize me. A car as cherry as mine is bound to be noticed no matter where you go so I had to take proper precautions to not draw attention to myself. Like I said before, I turned off my lights. As I drew closer to the building, the hot pink neon sign shone through my windshield and illuminated my face. I looked in the rearview mirror but there was an odd man staring back at me. The face was my own but the man in the mirror was not me. Not really. Why was I here? Flashbacks of a terrible fight with my wife earlier that evening played through my mind, and that familiar anxious feeling crept up on me. What a bitch. I murmured to myself, Its no wonder I always end up at the fucking whore house. I downed the final contents of my whiskey bottle and made my way inside.
The smell of sex, sweat, and hot musky air filled my lungs and made me feel at home. I walked up to the front de
blueA calm lake rests its gentle head
In an autumn field, she sleeps
The heavens above reflected
In the peace of her still eyes
Speak of serenity
Silver clouds roll in from the north
Bringing with them hope
Beads of life fall from the graying sky
Showering life on the earth below
Breeding movement from
This moistened pot of soil
The earthworm pokes his head out
For the chance to take in this life
The water soothes him
Trees open up their green arms
Open their green mouths
Open their green hearts
And swallow the heavenly
Gift of life
The tides push and pull
Ying and yang involved
In the balance of the world
The ripples represent change
Dew fertilizes the seeds of spring
Worthy of flowers and sky alike
So bright that the mammals envy
Their springtime apparel wishing too that
Water was the center of their life
The HuntThe pain inside begins to rise
A feeling that I can't confine
Growing with no cease in size
The Beast begins to stir
It started with your lusting eyes
Her body is your tainted prize
Dwelling on your constant lies
Hunger becomes the Beast
Deception takes you to new heights
You hold her close, turn out the lights
But you should know you're in my sights
Stalking is the Beast
So now you squirm within my grasp
This kind of love just couldn't last
Your life it now becomes the past
My Beast it finally feeds
BabelReaching higher and higher through mist in the sky
A search for perfection
A crusade for God
Not for God
Diefied by God himself
The men who conquered heaven
Rise up from the ground great city of men and become self-sufficient
Rise up through the clouds and the fog in the sky
Reign the stars
Rise up and live forever
I can't understand you...
The rushing of wind
The falling of stone
Rabid sounds fill the world
I can't understand you
A great collective chaos
Surrounded by unknown declamations
I scream into the night
A city of Babel
I can't understand you
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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