You Were My SkyYou Were My Sky by ~fallenidle
You met her in the field the day after the fire shrank to embers.
The whole town had kicked their way out of bed and gathered across the street to watch everything she ever knew disappear into the night. Plumes of black smoke sucked the stars from the sky. The hot kiss of ash snowed down on the crowd, smearing bedclothes with the dust of her life. For a surreal moment, even the firemen stopped their scrambling and seemed hypnotized by the red fingers dancing against the midnight. At that moment, everyone knew it was hopeless, but like a nest of moths they remained gathered around the li
The MomentThunder rolls out across the grey sky, herald of the rain that comes from the swirling uneven cloud above.The Moment by *JamesSnaith
I don't think about it, I just open the door and walk outside tossing my shirt to one side. For now, at least, I couldn't give a fuck what the world thinks. They can laugh, point, cry - run and hide for all I care.
What matters is the rain.
It's already falling as I take my first steps outside, small drops of sky melting against my skin and running down to be soaked up by the cloth of my jeans. Not cold, somehow a little warm.
An illusion of course, it's the air that's warm - the rain is cold. But today they strike up an imperfect ba
PoemgasmI take you weeping,Poemgasm by ~Adianoeta
in our lust
feeble limbs surrendering,
robust hands controlling,
wispy eyes pleading to me
your darkest secrets
Need pours from their edges,
sultry flesh perspires agony
as frail fingers grasp,
strong arms their sanctuary
a wanting for that moment
La petite mort
submerged under the secrets
of aching flesh
the moment approaches
a solar tornado of emotions
as knees go weak
worshiping eyes fall
upon my altar
the little death follows
a spirits release
a cry of pure honeyed pleasure
trickles down soft tender thighs
Crystal LucidityCrystal Lucidity by ~Kira73
She held the gemstone heart up to her bedside lamp and crinkled her nose. For twenty dollars, the thing really was ugly. Its color was that of vomit. Vomit if it were ignored and allowed to cement, dooming its hapless recipient without hope of ever being removed. A stain deeper than any amount cleansing could ever heal.
A disgusting comparison, but she'd stopped seeing the beauty in things long ago.
She turned the heart in her fingers. Yellow tungsten light swept over the stone's only saving grace--flashes of iridescent aquamarine, winking back from within a sea of grayish green. The only reason the crystal wasn't still sittin
i have you bookmarked -vii. Sometimes breakfast, lunch and dinner were like art; food was flung from each corner, creating a futile canvas on every wall. I played a scale of musical doors as they slammed one by one. I'm sure I broke a few vocal chords too. He was always right beside me, yet so far.i have you bookmarked - by =bowie-loon123
But we mingled together. When his hand gripped mine with his feathery touch, it seemed okay to pretend. Maybe my mind still needed to develop, needed watering. Or maybe together we just made feelings obsolete.
iv. And we did.
We sat on park benches blowing smoke kisses and watched movies, that only seemed good because everything else on TV was crap.
Bubblegum. Pot. G
Chemical Attractions, Part IWe can learn a lot from salt.Chemical Attractions, Part I by =QuiEstInLiteris
The chlorine atom is fundamentally lacking, longing to fill that gaping hole in its valence shell, and those bright bits of energy dancing in amorphous clouds around a sodium atom are just too tempting for the poor chlorine to resist. Chlorine probably knows that it has no claim to those electrons. It might lie awake at night for days or weeks in a fit of conscience, seeking alternatives before sending out tentative feelers and inviting Sodium to join it for coffee... It's a romantic comedy in minature, and I think that we can skip over the montage of dates and dinners and late nights on the couch in front of a
These Dreams Run - Chapter 1CHAPTER ONEThese Dreams Run - Chapter 1 by ~91816119
Corleanne High wasn't, and never had been, a 'looker'. Tired, slumping mesh fences measured out the perimeter of its grounds, and the once proud, grand white front with its pillars and steps were a sad and sorry affair. The ribbed, Romanised pillars were blackened from the fumes of passing cars and tobacco, yellowed at the bases with foul-smelling stale urine. The school motto, Ex uno disce omnes From one person, learn all people was hidden beneath years of pigeon scum, the words barely showing. The stately stairs leading to the huge, double-doors which marked the entrance to the school were worn and withered with t
The One in the CrowdI would see her, standing there, leaning against the wall, just below the bridge, her white earphones plugged in shutting off the din of the city. At first, all I did was catch quick glances and look away, afraid that she would see me staring. A little smile would always play on her lips, as if trying to escape, but hiding just behind the shadows. She seemed oblivious to the huge melee that engulfed her, hordes of people scurrying around like ants. She would patiently wait for the 7:20 Borivali-Churchgate, and board it effortlessly, gliding to her favorite spot on the train, one where she could look out on the city that never slept. She seemeThe One in the Crowd by ~SiNg0d