If eyes are the window to the soul,
Then hers are portals to a perpetual darkness
Beyond the reach of a human touch.
Skin that once felt like silk, soft and tangible
Now hard as leather drawn tight over a bed of nails.
A voice that was, at first, a caress,
A fingertip down your spine;
Is now the shrieking of a harpy.
She is my devil.
I know she is a part of me.
I can sense her; I feel the small hole that remains in my heart
When she leaves to wreak her havoc.
Yet it is her destruction, not mine.
I look at myself in the mirror
And she stares back at me.
I cannot bear to look,
Yet at the same time I cannot tear my eyes away
Fro
Eternity
Eternity is a delicious elixir,
A perfumed embrace;
Deep desire slowly kissing
Your heart,
A magic fire in caramel coloured champagne.
Soft steam like a marble ocean;
A fresh breeze leading a blind child.
Eternity is the secret songs your heart
Sings in the night.
Rippling waves of silk like the
Lost oceans,
The long howl of a lone wolf at midnight.
The sound of a child's laughter
Or their quiet cries of sorrow.
Eternity is the life of the world;
Feeling your skin prickle
When you hear your favourite song.
The slow drift of clouds across the clear blue skies.
Driving fast with the roof down
And your hair blowing
Venus
Behold.
Naked and alone she stands
As from the waves she appears,
Innocence covered by her hands,
Sea augmented by her tears.
Hair as a midwinter's night,
Long; and a blanket for fair skin -
Shielding naked limbs from sight,
Protecting her from sin.
Blessed with beauty, touched by love,
Her voice is like a sirens call,
Goddess of the skies above,
Guardian of the human soul.
Moonlight shines upon her face,
Raised up towards the sky;
Mankind wonder at her grace,
Her lonely soliloquy.
Sonnet
When the first rays of sunlight strike the dawn
The all-seeing sun rises in the sky,
Larks cry, the heralds of the morn
Give life to those that wake and those that lie.
Noontime, and this our sun is overhead,
No clouds drift across the clear blue expanse,
All the blemishes that were there have fled,
This summer's day turns into a romance.
Evening comes, the sun sets behind the trees,
Twilight with its unearthly calm invades,
Nothing and nobody now can give me
Reason to think this memory can fade.
For now the moon is rising up above;
The opal orb that oversees all love.
Where are you?
I can hear you shifting on the sheets.
Lie closer.
I want to feel you near me.
I need to know you're there.
I feel your arms sneaking round my waist
Holding me close, keeping me safe.
Safe from what? From The Dark?
From being alone?
You keep me safe from myself:
From how i feel about myself.
You make me feel Beautiful.
I feel on top of the world:
So Happy - and yet
So Afraid.
Afraid of what might happen if I lose you.
And so I lie here with you
In The Dark.
No longer scared of The Dark.
I have conquered The Dark.
I am scared
Of what I feel.
Of how much I depend on feeling you there
Beside me.
In The Dar
In time to every rise and fall
of your softened shape
underneath one thin white sheet
my mind rises
and falls
to follow the sudden lines of your body
sliding beneath the sheet
suddenly
the curves of your ribs
contracting
you roll over
and back again
pushing back the sheet
complaining to yourself in words
mumbled, choked with sleep's saliva
I can't quite catch
it's funny, seeing you so exposed
it seems somehow improper
just your chest
the small dark nipples, stark against your skin,
hardened by this deft exposure to the air
the gradation as your tan forearms run up to
the paleness of your shoulders, arched
like the s
Love letter to an ex by morrigana-fata, literature
Literature
Love letter to an ex
Ok, so, how do I say this? I could just dive straight in,
Make it into some bold statement with that vague hint of
Faux defiance, pretend that I don't care.
Or I could turn cryptic, leave you clues
Open to misinterpretation, easy to misunderstand.
Perhaps
I could whisper it on the phone, as you went to hang up
And hope you didn't hear me.
Cowardice.
I could write you sappy poetry, pray you'd tear it up.
Or tattoo it on my arse
And flash you (that last wasn't serious, although it might
Get your attention).
I could procrastinate incessantly, drag it out
Line by line.
Fuck it, here goes nothing. Wish me luck because
I love you.
Current Residence: Clarence (god im getting old) MP3 player of choice: blue ipod mini Favourite cartoon character: dougal/florence - magic roundabout [original] Personal Quote: 'Toodles', 'Babe' and "You're SUCH a boy."
had such a good day yesterday, brief moments of sunshine interspersed with spurts of screaming, cheering and general encouragement. oh, and a very interesting and rather hair-raising bike ride and a romantic walk along the river at 9pm at night (which was only slightly marred by the enourmous group of chavs on a pub crawl...) alas, my nose has once again turned that infamous pinky colour - the rewards of 15 minutes snatched sunbathing... :sun:
and today the uncertain spring weather continues, sunshine lifting my spirits whilst tempting me away from revision for mocks that start tomorrow, showers forcing me into the ever-waiting arms of the
Okok, so i know it's coming up to exam season, but do people have to be jerks about it? *growls* never has the phrase "are you doing enough work?" been so over-used in the course of a few weeks. long will it continue i fear... :ignore:
grr. bring on the summer. it was so sunny today and it made everyone so happy but alas tomorrow it is going to rain and the sunny happiness will once again vanish into the abyss of april rain.
*sighs*
i like the 'jo shouting at her wardrobe' part.
but the bit about you having overdue coursework? would never happen.
as for the rest of it....it's too painful to think about