And then, the hand. One: lightly on his shoulder. Afraid of clasping too tightly.The second: in his hand, not laced, but still less lightly.It seems impossible to be entirely light when the discussion is heavy and the faces long, drawn.
One, two.
One, two.
they sway with the rhythm they've acquired over the years. The practice. The ballroom dancing that seemed to be more. Good, but never quite good enough to win the competitions. And there had been competition.
One, two.
One, two.
Exact, perfect, driven.Those were the judges words.Not together, rhythmically, yes. But they were supposed to look "in love" as it was said.
One, two.
One,
I've only ever found true peace,
In the artificial darkness behind my eyelids.
Did computers leech the life from our eyes?
From your eyes?
(Personally, I've never felt more alive.)
In the artificial dark, I'm not cold.
Strange as I've always expected it.
I feel infected with warmth I wish...
It would go away.
Is the sparkle of life truly gone from our eyes?
From yours?
Did it say good-by or fare thee well?
On days that darks shadows frequent the space,
Between our eye and our cheek.
In that moment I must have looked weak.
I felt weak.
I feel weak.
I must be weak.
Why don't you have two lives?
One here.
One there.
So you don't have to carry it around
everywhere.
And why don't you love every one?
you said you did.
That was just some.
How do I discern from that which was said,
If you were faithful to that god.
I remember you said
"In the bible Methusaleh lived for nine-hundred odd years"
and I replied
"That was back when god loved us."
and added at your dismayed face
"my dear, dear friend, I know you well
and there is no way it can't be helped.
I'm sure god loves you. How
Could he not? Unless
He likes to fool with thoughts..."
Your face brightened.
Wounded distraught dismayed o
Escape by Toy Train Chapter I by PoeticIndigo, literature
Literature
Escape by Toy Train Chapter I
"Mesdemoiselles and messieurs," The Frenchman said in his familiar, monotonous and slightly self-righteous tone of voice. "Welcome to Ze Toy Train."
The toy train was a trendy restaurant that was frequented by many a stylish young person in London. It was also on an actual train, which seemed to further its novelty.
Conversation that had been demurred by the Frenchman's intrusion, were resumed.
Of particular interest was the conversation of the four individuals in the back of the compartment. One of the young women was telling a particularly scintillating attestation of an even more scintillating event. She tossed her long dark-blonde h
I'm the antagonist again. by PoeticIndigo, literature
Literature
I'm the antagonist again.
I'm the Antagonist again.
Oh well, I don't care about the things you say.
I'm not being dramatic.
Stop saying that.
That is the way it is.
Why won't you just listen to what I'm saying.
So leave me alone!
Goddamnit don't call me.
Because I will break.
I'm not coming back.
Nothing you can say will make me.
I hate her and I hate you
Rendezvous with the Forgotten by PoeticIndigo, literature
Literature
Rendezvous with the Forgotten
Enlightened,
We choke on the ashes of forgotten children.
So,
We are dead and our souls beg,
For the darkness.
I guess we are all forgotten ashes and with that, dust,
For others to choke on.
It's hurting sometimes.
And through our fathers veins,
We'll swim
and twist
and decay.
And kiss the edge of our own skull temples.
Perhaps,
If my fingers lace with the bones of your hand...
(familiar)
I can smile again.
So my face is pressed
To the ivory ridges of your neck...
and I feel kind of cold.
I remember promises...
Of heaven.
And in my case, hell...
Happily ever after, dear.
And so the wisdom of infinity and the ages,
that anyone likes my words at all.
In other news... 49 views until 2000. Better have your finger on the ol' PrtScSysRq in preparation.
Though, PROBABLY, no one cares that much about getting a doodle or a few randomly arrangd words dedicated to them.
PROBABLY.
(Sorry for the belated reply ^^".) Thank you very much! I don't think my site is that visually pleasing because I blab too much and tend to leave out much needed pictures -___- but thanks nevertheless! ^^ It's been a long time since I've received such a compliment like yours ^^ Thanks again!
You have my profound gratitude for offering such sweet words about my gallery. Give me a few hours and I'll take a look at your own, as I always encourage reading a new writer. Especially on the weekend. They call me Adam.
Oh, and I've been trying to find someone for so long who likes 'Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil,' because I'm going to watch it but I want to discuss it with someone who enjoys it fervently before I do. If you don't mind, could you tell me what you like most about the film? Whether it be the cinematography or the themes found within, or anything. Many thanks, truly.