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Detached Sep 2018
Her
Once upon a time there was this boy.
Sad to say, nothing in life brought him joy.
Empty and alone but oddly, never afraid.
Blissful happiness could not be made.

He heard nothing but love for miles around.
But tragically for him, it was not found.
Desperate to feel, desperate to wake.
No matter the effort, nothing would take.

Traumatic events wouldn't slow his role.
He never knew what made him so bold.
Lose after lose, he lost no sleep.
No void felt, not even a teary blink.

You think how could someone be so heartless and so crass?
You contain empathy, something he surely lacks.
He walks among you, just as normal as the next.
No one sees how hollow and complex.

Life to him is just a big game to play.
It is not his fault, he was made this way.
He has connections to specials that is no doubt.
But to compare would be pointless, he will always be without.

His life is rough, plagued with boredom.
Surely God must have shorted him.
Trying to find purpose and excitement.
Left unfulfilled and full of disappointment.

2 months ago from this day.
He met, dare I say his dame?
You may be wondering who this girl may be?
Read Devotedly I Remain and you will see.

The rarest thing he has ever seen.
He thinks, whatever could this mean?
Going from feeling absolute vacancy.
To wanting nothing but Her majesty.

Her smile sends electricity through him.
He has no choice but to take every moment in.
The moments are far from wasted.
He counts the seconds of his vexation.

The touch of Her skin, unforgettable bliss.
Something he would terribly, terribly miss.
Her kiss, floods him with unbelievable things.
Something he could not dare try explain.

Just the thought of Her sends him in pain.
Simply for, She has not an ounce to gain.
Risking the first feeling of love everlasting.
Would put him in position of weakening.

Realizing what She deserves and requires.
Could he even match or begin to measure?
He wants nothing for Her but the best.
Knowing him he'd probably make a mess.

To you reader, this is all effortless.
But imagine yourself empty and loveless.
Most of you wouldn't dare walk in his shoes.
Let alone, try to stand and make one **** move.

She has proven herself time and time again.
But for some reason he only sees his own sins.
He gives Her everything She has ever asked.
Yet, question himself over and over..alas.

With much effort he tries to realize.
That She is here to stay, forever by his side.
All he must to do is call upon Her hand.
And together forever, they both shall stand.

Laying with Her, the nights he is there.
All he can think of is what could compare.
Listening to Her heart beat.
Counting, until She slowly falls deep asleep.

Left alone with nothing but his thoughts.
He wonders what she even wants.
Hours go by and Her in his arms.
He drifts to sleep never wanting to part.

The moments apart are unbearable torture.
He does nothing but wonder if she she wants him anymore.
She makes him feel things so deep.
Something that makes his soul scream and weep.

All he needs is understanding and forgiveness.
Wrong or right, is no part of his mindset.
The roads are tough and unforgiving.
But for him, this could be his happy ending.

What is he afraid, why not just ask?
To you, it's just another simple task.
To him, the simplest is the hardest.
When its love, hes not quite the smartest.

He may do things so much differently.
Just give him time to show his loyalty.
And you'll be eternally grateful for a man such as this.
Wanting nothing more than you at your happiest.
  Aug 2018 Detached
multi sumus
Dear Death,
                      Let me begin by saying Thank You, Thank You for your labours. i myself would be unable to carry such a burden as to ferry those found at their end to their final destination. And i could not imagine such a task and the amount of dedication required to do so. Although im sure by your employ a many a place you have travelled and such sights you've seen. Albeit thanks be given it is not the reason for this writing.

   As your residence be not given i sought it best to carry this letter upon my person, So when we should meet it may be presented.  And not knowing the circumstances by which our encounter should occur it may find futile.  But if possible that you should be seen by my own eye and strength i have, unto your hand it shall be given.  In hopes upon reading you would fulfill that which is requested.

   Now being that at the time of this writing i am found to be of a young age, There are many accomplishments not yet succeeded. There are loves yet felt and joys yet found,  but through hope they shall be met. Not to say that all will be simple mind you, but with perseverance my goal is to complete my tasks with much ferver. While also taking into consideration that much time will be required to do so.  Which brings me to the reasoning behind this letter.

   My Dearest Death, i ask of you, not that you would overlook me so as to prolong the inevitable but only my demise be slow and drawn out.  To what extreme the pain be i leave to you, only that it be to a level suitable for reflection. For you see as of now i look towards that which i wish to accomplish, but at that time my wish is to look back.  To relive the joy and happiness of those moments and to smile knowing that i truly lived. So i may say that all i have set my mind to i have done.

   Even though nothing is owed i beseech thee, And to say i would be eternally grateful would sound a lie.  But be it known that by your agreement to my plea you are appreciated.

   i shall close now given that by your reading of this the time requested by you for my remembrance has been satisfied.  To ask for anything more would seem greedy.  Not that my intent was to fool you, but being it is my lifes end which is the reason for our meeting i wished to be in control of it.
   Please forgive me this offense and my hopes are you remain content in your duties.
      
                       Sincerely...
Detached Aug 2018
I have been denied such honor to explore thy flesh. I long for the day that it shall be mine to cherish. Savoring every inch, savoring every scent.

I'll thank God adamantly for a gift such as this.

Once permitted, I shall lay thy sweet vessel upon thy pillow and ravish thy flesh until my hearts content.

Whispering sweet, wicked things in thine ear. No decent mortal being would ever want to hear.

Seizing thy body, as it is mine to clame.
Peeling away what stands between I and my domain.

Passion nearly lost, beholding what was underneath. So much desirability, you hid beneath.

Such seduction, such physique. Deny me this not for satiation you will reap.

Stand before me now. So I may admire thy beauty. Appreciation is yours for the taking.

Come to me my dearie. Allow me the honor to have thee.

Forcing your body to the wall. Muttering, I must have it all.
Without delay. I rest a kiss on thy divine lips. Soaking in your taste, ah such sweet bliss you possess.

Drawing you closer as I relish this moment. My temptation has won, finally bested.

As our passion heats, goosebumps do meet.
Your skin tingling, feeling your craved relief.

To late to cease. I must have this sweet, sweet release. Laying you down, preparing my feast...

My coming Honor.
Detached Aug 2018
How fortunate it must be, to observe the world so happy, so satisfying, so sweet.

The slightest spark, igniting your delight. Such bliss dashing across your face, seeing the family you constructed.

Not every mortal is so privileged, not every being is so favored, to have what you possess.

Sorrowfully, there are those of us who know only despair, torment and void. The world is unadorned, vacant and barren.

We see more than we ever want.
Hear more than we should.

Feel?

Alas. No, we do not experience such things in our hearts. For to much agony at a early age has set us apart.
Some call it a blessing, some call it a curse.

Me? It's my heaven sent. I do not receive such a suffering as love.
Sad you say? Na, I disagree.

Only a small group of individuals surround me. More than I deserve.
I call them my circle, forever they shall be mine.
They are the only few who have slipped through the *****, meaning the world to me.

Until. I. Met. Her.

My Queen.

This is. Life itself.
Detached Aug 2018
Awake at last, your slumber comes to an end.
What joyous relief I have found within.

Thine words so sweet, so kind, so true.
I look forward to the day, mine, I make you.

To awaken to such beauty and bliss. I cannot imagine more heavenly than this.

You're voice, ah such music. I could listen for eternity and still reminisce.

A few short hours away, seems like a lifetime's journey. Till I find myself in thy presence, never wanting to retreat.

The future uncertain, that is quite clear. One truth I tell thee.
Forever I'll be here.
Detached Aug 2018
Oh how I earnestly await for thee to awaken from thy slumber.

The time that passes is far from squandered. It bestows upon me, favored opportunity to admire thy beauty.

Desiring not to be selfish. Alas, I cannot help this. Somehow, some way, I need to emerge from it.
Just a glance not even a stare and I am vexed beyond repair.
Do I even seek such hellish things?

To be repaired, would be an unjust, merciless act.  Knowing what I did not have, now I possess.

Who in their proper mind would relinquish such a gift?
You would be mad!
Without this Monarch, I would be unhinged, unbalanced, lifeless.

These are the things I ponder, while I wait patiently your end of slumber.

Call me mad, call me insane. For if she is mine and I hers.
Devotedly I Remain.
Detached Aug 2018
Thy dimpled simper, ah such blissful beauty.
Every time it arrives, I fall, fall so hard again.
The imprints in thy cheeks, puts me under such incantation.

The upward curling of thine lip, holds me fast, unwavering.

The way your eyes peer, surpassing my comprehension of how such virture willingly gazes upon mine own soul.

I cannot swim.

Without remorse I jump, jump right in. Into the depths of thine heart, my personal himmel.

Frightening storms of endless love. Something I about, have only read. Its everything I've ever wanted to obtain and give.

Such heartache can I afford? To acquire such love but lose my soul? I asked myself then answered.

Of course I will pay the price! She deserves all and so much more. For this fair maiden has given unto me, reason to be.

If mine own soul is not satisfactory, I will merrily consume any and every soul her love demands.

For it, Her Love. Commands me.
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