#intamacy
Tangled Bodies
entwined
a mass
Fantastic!
voyage of the mind
spilling through the soul
only to be wiped out
by the figure
of another
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC
Its been a day
No big deal, I mean
I just saw you yesteryear so
Please take some time to yourself
Its been another day
It'd be nice to see...
Well don't worry about me
I can put my life on the shelf for at least...
Another day goes by
Figures, guess Ill just get high
Its not like Id be doing anything
Differing my usual stream of tears
How long has it been?
Smoke fogs my memories
It seems like as soon as I get close
Time pushes me even further away.
Are we still...waiting?
To find out who you are?
Or was it me with the issues?
Its been so long since we touched I
I just don't remember your name.
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
They were lovers don't you see. They ruled the kingdom of the skies with an iron fist of intimacy. Their pure passion washed over the kingdom like the grey-ish blue waves that violently crahsed over the rocky bottom of a treacherous cliff, one after another never stopping. They were dearly loved by all. Hated by few. Despised by one: Destiny.
Destiny had wounds too deep to penetrate with lust like theirs. Destiny had too thick of scabs to peel away with their tender hearts.
Destiny was too bitter to love at all and used her agony against the king and queen and over came their rule. She banished one to the skies and the other to the plains, doomed to never see each other again.
The plan was full-proof, she never had to deal with her own self wallowing pain, caused by their affection, and rather strive on their cries of reunion, but what Destiny didnt realize, the moon was very cunning like a snake of the forest, lying and manipulative. He made a deal with the devil.
The lord of the ground promised him his girl, if he could create a time of the day that everyone feared, and which his demons could roam freely. So he created night. Crowned king of his own creation the moon was granted his girl. Every night for twelve hours the two sing to each other, wishing again for the love they once had, traveling all of the lands, being chased by the sun, never resting; never landing. The moon and the wolf.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
pass the bottle
put on a smile
all fun and games
until it gets too wild
swallow your feelings
who knows what else
when it's all over
you don't even hate him
nearly as much as your self
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC