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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
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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