Just Beyond the Bars. . . Pro.Just Beyond the Bars. . .Just Beyond the Bars. . . Pro. by ShadowRavenAMZ
"D***it," Raeqel Dennison huffed in agitation. Entering his study in search of an important letter, he was displeased to find the golden cage that had once held his prized lark was now empty, the tiny door wide open. "Terrence?" he called exasperatedly for the butler, "I need your assistance!" Raeqel was far too preoccupied by the search for his missing bird to notice the figure ghosting silently past in the hallway.
The slender young man was practically sprinting on his path to the backdoor, blowing aside chocolate bangs that obscured his vision. His heart was pounding not only from the brisk pace, but from his guilty conscience as well. Coming to the closed double doors before him, his sky blue eyes scanned nervously to assure that no one had yet spotted his peculiar actions. He glanced apprehensively at his closed hands before reaching out with an elbow to push the handle. He was startled out of his wits when the door was
Les hommes sont des facteursPlease don't cry,Les hommes sont des facteurs by Filiuk
It only makes me laugh.
Your sudden display of weakness
Is comedy to my eyes;
Your tears and stifled sobbing
A tickle to my cheek.
So spare me then your whining:
Another man will come,
To take away your sorrow
And make my crime undone.
A while he will remain
And then he'll leave again.
To fatt'ning bowls of chocolate
And wrinkling baths to roam,
We men deliver women
And stroll on to another home.
Moving Lovethe wind took my breathMoving Love by saykha
the day your eyes burned with love
then I felt again
PhraseWe were out of options. Our luck had run out when I fell and ruined my ankle. Remy tried to keep me going but I slowed us down enough that they caught us with some smokes and surrounded us. I counted thirty-two of them in the circle, slowly closing in on us. Thirty-two of them against the two of us--hopeless odds. Alone, Remy could escape, but I didn't have a chance of surviving now.Phrase by SnoringFrog
"Looks like th'end of our road, Ash. Was a good run--"
"Why don't you go, Rem? You can make it."
"Heh, no way, sugar. Come too far for that. I'm in for the end. Though I'll admit it ain't lookin' too bright 'bout now. Oh well, fun run at least, eh?"
"Why'd you do this?"
"The frak you mean?"
"Why did you come for me? You don't even care--"
"Bull an' you know it. Stow that--"
"But you can't even tell me you love me--"
"'Xactly, sweetheart. Can't. Ain't that I don't wanna, no matter what idea you got bouncin in that pretty little head o' yours. It's can't, not won't. Can't 'splain it either. Jus' how i
he would be the death of me"I always knew that he would be the death of me.he would be the death of me by dreamersleepwalker
His eyes did something to me that no one else's eyes did. They took my breath away. He smiled, laughed, and reminded me to breathe. I had to look away. It was only then that I could breathe again, small gulps at a time. No rush, my head would feel dizzy. His eyes sucked the life out of me. I was beginning to lose my voice; I was not even able to talk when he looked at me.
His hands were strong and beautiful. They made small mysterious patterns on my skin, which left me in awe. I sat in silence for hours, trying to figure out what his hands told me. I would sit and think to the point my head felt like exploding. His hands gave me headaches.
His lips were soft, so soft. His teeth were somehow sharp. They bite on my lips and made them bleed. I liked it though. His lips were not rough, they were tender, but at the same time fatal. He would bite down on my neck, leaving red marks all over it and he would make the pain go away with his chaste
Connotations of Common WordsI am finally falling, slowlyConnotations of Common Words by blueskye13
Dropping from my perch in your world.
Personally I think I've already fallen.
Crashed into orange concrete.
But you tell me I'm still slipping.
I have lust written on every corner of my heart.
Do hearts have corners? I mean real hearts, not those foolish [yet adored] doodles that we scribble on Valentine cards.
But still, this lust is not for you, or for the boy you saw me in the change-rooms with.
It's not for the sexy English teacher and it's not for my damaged sibling.
This lust is different, because it doesn't involve us stripping in this cold winter. It doesn't involve our bodies.
It involves our souls.
I can't believe in your dreams when you make them seem so perfect.
I have nightmares every night because of the pain you cause me.
You, along with my change-room boy, the gorgeous English teacher and my deranged sibling.
I don't want a birthday if it means getting closer to the age that men find attractive.
Because unlike them, I can control my lust in
PuzzlePuzzle by jamaicancrocodile
A puzzle with missing pieces is just an incmplte puzzle.
But a complete, whole puzzle is a masterpiece all in itself.
You can gluethepiecestogether and make a picture and put it in a [frame].
Or you can tear it all to pieces and start over again.
Whatever the case, no matter what picture or scene
A puzzle is just a puzzle
Like our l<3ve
You puzzle me
The Fat Buddha Smiles At MeThe fat Buddha smiles at meThe Fat Buddha Smiles At Me by KarlyNoelleAbreu
As I sit in the Vietnamese nail salon,
I wonder if he realizes that
The incense in front of him is electric?
And I, paying money to sit
And have my feet bathed by a lady,
Am bowed to far more often, with
Sacrificial poses, and softly spoken words.
I wonder what it must be like
To be so enlightened that
I could be satisfied with plastic.
While the lady asks if I prefer
The blue or purple polish?
FlutteringsIt hurted.Flutterings by Gricken
My stomach was hurting for days. Mama said it was probably ulcer or maybe my drinking of so much Coke. But I ate and I ate and never drank Coke, and still my stomach hurted. Even if Mama went to the place where herbal plants grow to get a bunch of leaves so that she could squish them and put them in my drink, my stomach didn't stop hurting.
Papa said it was time to call the doctor, so he put on his funny straw hat and went to call the doctor. And when he came back, there was a funny-looking man that followed him into our little house. He had long kinky hair with white stuff in it and when he smiled he had very few teeth. His skin was brown, and his clothes was brown, and his hair was brown. He looked like mud.
Papa said, This is Pachiko.
And I said, Hello Pachiko.
And Pachiko smiled with the very few teeth that he had. Then he touched my stomach. He touched it for a long time, long enough for me to ask why he was touching it.
Then he took his hand off my stomach and looked a