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It's summer
A silent night
Not a soul in sight
An absolute clear sky
Not a patch of cloud in it
The stillness of the night is just so haunting
I'm on the terrace
The moonlight is shining upon the tree leaves
A nice gentle breeze is blowing all across
The moonlight falling upon the tree leaves starts to shimmer
Gradually the wind starts to pick up
I can hear the rustling sound of the winds now
And as this cool breeze touches me
Almost sensually
Blowing across my face
Playing with my hair
Enveloping all of me
Caressing each and every inch of skin
Blowing through my shirt
Teasing my body with it's seductive touch
Pulling me in into it's magic
Virtually having me under it's spell
I just closed my eyes and took it all in
I swear i could feel my soul having an ******
And not just once...
...it was having bouts of it
One after the other...
By the end of it all i just felt this sense of serenity within me
It was as if i was somewhere else
For that brief period i actually forgot about the miseries of my life
I can't recall as to when was the last time i had felt so much at peace
I now crave for more inspiring and amazing experiences like this
Hide with your smile
It makes you look friendly
Who cares if you're dying inside
Hide behind makeup
It makes you look pretty
No one needs to know you're insecure
Hide inside trendy clothes
They make you seem put together
People don't want to see you falling apart
Hide your flaws
They show your human
We only want to see perfection
Hide who you are
People will like you better
Nobody wants to deal with real
My friend wanted me to write and this is what came to me after watching a commercial for contour makeup.
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It knew no Medicine—
It was not Sickness—then—
Nor any need of Surgery—
And therefore—’twas not Pain—

It moved away the Cheeks—
A Dimple at a time—
And left the Profile—plainer—
And in the place of Bloom

It left the little Tint
That never had a Name—
You’ve seen it on a Cast’s face—
Was Paradise—to blame—

If momently ajar—
Temerity—drew near—
And sickened—ever afterward
For Somewhat that it saw?
A day or two
that's all it takes to break a man

A day or two
without someone to hold his hand

He worked so hard his whole life
not to lose a love
he thought was true

And after she left
he lost it all
in a day or two
True story.
 Jun 2016 Faye Sasha Endroe
Nay
I'll run across the world, to find you
my Atlantis

a beautiful yet intangible — An Imagination, A *Forgotten Story
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