|They'll be drawn to the light.|
You won't be able to see without it.
First KissSo this is how it went down…First Kiss by ~rawien
I ended up staying over longer I anticipated I would. My thoughts were racing as we sat next to once another on the bed. I wanted to make the first move, but what was the first move? I’ve never done this before…
“Are you cold?” He asked me.
I nodded, unable to speak. He smiled gently. My heart began to melt. I could look at that smile all day long. I smiled back and watched as he grabbed the nearest fleece throw and place it around my shoulders.
It’s so big… two of us could easily share this…
He continued to sit next to me, enthralled by the television. I glanced subtly to my left at him and he didn’t even seem to notice. I smiled to myself coincidentally, which may have seemed like I was smiling at what we were watching, because he was smiling too.
Now, the rest of this may have been a blur in the moment, but I remember it distinctively:
Our laughter engulfed the room, and we ended up looking at eac
Pin-Up DareCain could still not fathom why he agreed to such a preposterous request, but there he stood on a table in the middle of the room, in front of his comrades, with nothing but a skirt, matching garter and high-heels on. His expression was that of embarrassment, but he remained stern throughout everyone’s amusement. I don’t turn down a dare, he thought to himself.Pin-Up Dare by ~rawien
“That garter suits you, Sweetheart!” One of his comrades yelled sarcastically from the crowd.
“Yea, it goes great with your eyes, Cain!” Another one called out in response.
Cain’s eyes searched through the crowd, expecting to see someone out of place, but everyone seemed to blend together in a sea of black fighters.
Suddenly a familiar voice shouted from the group, “Let’s see you spin around, Princess…show off those curves!”
Everyone laughed as Cain spun around hesitantly, thinking of whose voice that comment belonged to. A complete three-sixty and it came to him
Oh Ho HoOh Ho Ho by ~turnthatdown
Prologue! Prologue! Prologue!
Unnecessary like the epilogue
Melodramatic stereotypical unneeded dialogue
And as vain as excessive pronoun monologue
Faults wrongs and overall grey luster
And false confidences for him to muster
Over dramatics must seem to always cluster
Like a self-destructive fuel fueling for the thruster
How can anyone put up with a teenager?
O! More confusion than one can wager!
Hormones! (Whore moans) Are all the make her
Not to mention the sex drugs and liquor!
And so hence thus monsieur
Be wary of young romantic poetry.
'Tis the root to a tree
And believe you me its an ugly sight
It blurs the sky and leaves no light.
the days of grandeurthe days of grandeur by ~airmega23
the days of grandeur
Take me back to the moment it was right;
place my hand in yours
and tell me not to cry.
Memories fade from day to day,
yet the picture still stands the same.
The test of time is one I have failed;
I pushed too hard,
pulled down thin walls that had stood so firm.
my struggles ended in a happiness I could not foresee;
I wish that time could take it all away,
reconstruct the life when I was free.
Magic fingers grasp my own
and I smile against better judgment.
Many men have met their match
in giving up that gift of laughter.
I sprout new branches left and right;
maternal and paternal no longer exist.
They are terms of an era that ushered in
gifts of speech, reading and bicycles.
an age of baskets in the driveway and fresh bread in the oven.
The days of grandeur have been covered by paint and hardwood,
new ornaments of celebration sparkle on days most holy;
as wine and cheer are passed to and fro;
and little is spoken of that matters.
Life is good; as it should be after