Cutt: a poetic monologue Cutt: a poetic monologue The roar of nature tenses my bones and yet here I sit listening to the cracks and coos of the outside. I wonder if the pain in my deformed and overused heart will ever be as loud. Looking up into the sky, I see that the sun is angry with me; she does not want to play. She has sent her sister to console me, the dark and evasive moon, who only shows her true face once every trying month. Looking into the eyes of the moon, I see that she offers me none of her wisdom. I am sad. I want to cry, but I do not. I hold baCutt: a poetic monologue
To love To love Kisses in the light.To love
Sneak a caress and let the aftereffect Sizzle.
Unexplainable emotions
Sliding over my ventricles of my core in
Rivets of electricity.
I am confused by these lullabies.
Mystified by the sensation that
Can expand the whole of my being
And give me gratification for existence.
To create To create Molded ideas manifested intoTo create
Real.
Uncared statements made to identify. . Twisting solids and snaking swirls.
Clashing with undefined mass And inconclusive shape.
This design is made for use.
To explore To explore I tear my skin on the starsTo explore
As I travel through the confines
Of the interstellar.
My feet are sore
And my mind exhausted, For the recesses of the nocturnal element
Are thick.
Light comes and goes in interludes. My eyes strain and relax. My body struggles and calms.
My voyage is tiresome.
Love Sounds"Mama?" A tiny voice slipped quietly through the room. Between her and the woman in the bed an impenetrable forest of metal stands, tubes and blinking machinery stood guard.Love Sounds
"Come in sweetheart, it's alright." Her mother's voice warmed the space, shushing the noisy equipment. "Mama's alright baby, come see me."
Clad in a pink dress and knee socks, the girl of no more than five years bravely stepped away from the safety of the door frame. Big blue eyes focused and fixed on her mother lying in the hospital bed, and her legs carried her along that line of focus until she could reach out and touch her hand.
Getting Better ch1Warning- This is yaoi (a.k.a boylove) If you don’t like it, don’t read it! Please comment!Getting Better ch1
The blonde stared, wide-eyed and terrified. He didn’t really know what he was staring at, it was far too dark, but what ever it was scared him. The putrid smell of vomit permeated his nose, causing it to burn. The smell, he knew, was his own doing. He just couldn’t remember when it happened. Everything was…fuzzy. He didn’t know what time it was, or where he was. But, honestly, that didn’t matter. It did, but it didn’t. all that mattered was the blood, the bruises, and the pai
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