"outreach" poems
Congratulations
You went to church
but did you pay attention?
or were you focused more on bright screams
Congratulations
You read your bible
but when do you plan on listening to it
Congratulations
You're going to an outreach on Saturday
but what did you do Friday night?
Congratulations
You're a Christian
You are adding onto the stereotype of
Fake Christians
Stop telling people to not be lukewarm and
To live for God full out
When You Yourself
Are the problem
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC
The old order changeth, yielding place to new
-Tennyson, Idylls of the King
Like dinosaurs our institutions gasp
In spasms of existential death; they pass
At first unnoticed by the casual unobserver
Who trips over a covenant that isn’t there
If you vote they give you a sticker
The ephemeral Constitution changed
Like sweaty skivvies by each president
Law libraries catalogued for pulp
By obedient functionaries in tees
If you vote they give you a sticker
The faithful escorted out of the cathedral
By a bored security guard on overtime
The altar linens for sale at Goodwill
And the sanctuary repurposed on T.V.
If you vote they give you a sticker
Some of The Just Plain Folks cheer for the Reds
And the others cheer only for the Blues
As the reincarnation of Jack Chick
Blesses their four-wheelers and plastic caps
If you vote they give you a sticker
Election placards on abandoned buildings
Promise again prosperity for all
The **** lab cooks behind The Kute Kidz
Private Academy of the Dance and Math
If you vote they give you a sticker
An outreach of the Bright Light Free Will
Missionary Temple of the Lord Jesus Christ
Of the Lamb Sanctified 501C The Reverend Doctor Master Bishop Billy-Bob Hairdo PhD, DD a-brangin’ Messages and His Esteemed Lady Apostle Heather
If you vote they give you a sticker
And blessed be the Holy AR-15
God gave to His People to defend themselves
Here in the freest country in the world
Which you can find behind the barbed-wire fence
If you vote they give you a sticker
While fleets of luxury presidential jets
Arc high over our public housing projects
Reminding us of our prosperity
Here in the richest country in the world
If you vote they give you a sticker
And them Jews for Jesus I guess they’re all right
But them other Jews they just ain’t no good
Nor them Cath’lics nor them Mormons neither
And don’t you get me started on them Baptists
(We seem to have been otherwise engaged)
“The old order changeth, yielding place to new” –
(But neither cares at all for me or you)
But if you vote they give you a sticker
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
Today
Its bright and sunny
Not same
The last 3 days .
A relative , passing away
Never whom I met
A pall of gloom, yet .
Today
Husband would be back from tour
A day before
Stuck he was in the heavy downpour
And flooded Mumbai roads .
My heart sank,
Reminded of the deluge
Year 2005, July 26th
And
Stuck he was in a similar situation
Residents of Mumbai, then we were.
A Day before
He had a long day ahead
Asked the driver to leave
Only to return by evening .
The driver with no return route
And
The hotel a few Kms away
Not a single Ola Uber
Around the corner
Added to the bother.
A good 40 minutes walk
In waist high water
Followed by a bus ride
Hotel ,he managed to reach .
And hopefully ,
The Mumbaikars to their homes
Who waded along
Helping each other in the murky waters.
Yes 'The SPIRIT Of MUMBAI'
Not to be missed
Come Rains or Terrorists
Mumbaikars with help , do outreach.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
Drinking is a problem, for some it’s worse than others.
Within each family everyone is affected, parents, sisters and brothers.
That doesn’t mean you turn your back and disown them from their home,
And make them wander dark cold streets, they are out there all alone.
The choices that they made may not have been the best,
But now they face the wind and rain, just wanting a place to rest.
A place where they can get a meal, some shelter and a chat.
They are human after all; they deserve at least all that.
The basic needs of society we sometimes don’t address,
And see these people on the streets and treat them as something less.
Have we suddenly forgotten the values that we teach?
It’s to these people that we should care and to them our hands outreach.
To help them back upon their journey, a second chance to give,
Instil in them the hope they need for a better to live.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
*"For all have sinned
and fall short of
the glory of God..."
Romans 3:23*
Jane woke up
In a strange bed
Liquor on her breath
She lit up a cigarette
She knew that
it was death.
She watched him
Put his pants on
Before he went to work
She thought
He was a loser
She thought
He was a ****
She walked out his doorway
Back out on the street
She now had $60
So she went out to eat
She observed the customers
The waitress and the cook
How could
She keep on living
With the guilt
She felt - the looks?
They all knew her business
Her clothing said it all
So they sat in judgment
Nailed her to the wall.
She left with shame
Surrounding her
There was no disguise
She left with face
A flaming red
Tears burning
In her eyes
She walked by an outreach
Walked in with
Other knaves
She felt she might
Find some help
The sign said, "JESUS SAVES".
Sue woke beside her hubby
In a nice suburban home
She went and made
Him breakfast
He came down
Well groomed.
He went to
Good employment
He had a sterling past
She put on her makeup
And went to Yoga class
Then the doctor's office
Her tests negative again
She filled out the
Paperwork
And thoughtlessly
Took their pen
Then she drove
To Wal-Mart
In a hurry
She was late
For her next appointment
For the lunch
Which her friends ate
She went in to
Meet them
That's when
She saw Jane
She looked with derision.
That ***** ***** again.
She consumed her salad
"The girls" laughter
Met Jane's ears
That's what caused
Her face to blush
That's what
Caused her tears.
Sue drove home.
She cut cars off,
Not thinking it depraved.
Jane walked in the outreach
With the legend
"JESUS SAVES".
Two very different women
Died & went to God
It was then
Something happened...
Definitely odd!
Jane went before
The Father
He looked at her list.
All the things
Which she had done
All the marks she'd missed
But He then
Acquitted her!
He hugged her with love!
For to HIM
Her page was *blank
For He saw JESUS' BLOOD!*
Sue then stood
Before Him
He looked at
Her short note.
All things done
UNKNOWINGLY
Were what
The angels wrote.
How she'd transgressed
Her husband
By taking him
For granted
How she'd taken
The doctor's pen
And other things
She wanted
How she and her friends
Had laughed at
A girl in pain...
That the woman's guilty
That much was
Quite plain...
So Jane was then succored
Sue went on bereft
Jane stood on the right hand
Sue stood to the left.
For Jane was FORGIVEN
Her joy had no end...
Sue eternal torment
Because she was
CONDEMNED.
What's your stance,
My people?
Will you stand or FALL?
For God is always watching
And He judges
US ALL.
SøułSurvivør
(C) 10/2/2017
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
The air-con overhead
drowns out, not enough,
the couple on a date
next to me. His jeans have gathered fluff,
dried in a dryer, crinkled and in-a-rush.
Her shoes are clean though under the table
he doesn’t, and will not, notice,
the closest he’ll come to seeing them is
maybe on a bedroom floor in a month
or maybe two, maybe more if this coffee
date goes askew,
but for time being they gaze, stare
at one another whilst talking:
his plan is to set up an online outreach program,
take the money and run,
hers, to stay in education, an MA
in Creation Research, read and wait,
sit for Judgement Day.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 7:57 AM UTC
Winter eve that never leave
Its touch outreach the night
Cold embrace
Thats out to seek
The moon in Midnight Sky
White the snow that
falls below
That covers all the ground
And sombre but the
Willow tree
Painted by frost's white glow
Hear
Hear the silent echo
Stars above will know
Hear
Hear the voice
That brings the new morn' light
The silent Midnight sky
🌛🌟🌌🌟❄🌜
===to be continued===
Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 6:08 AM UTC
high finance and terror
you had half a job
the commissioner made a huge mistake
where words just disappear
oh do help the rich and well-connected
they need you
careful that your boss does not see you
favoriting my tweets
unstar! unstar! panic! panic!
social media illiteracy
bio: follow or **** off
**** the king of hearts
quadruple cheeseburger
acidic fruits
keep chugging
harm on y
a night of debauchery in the works
our minds refueled with petroleum
entropy hour with free golden shower
where truth gnaws at your legs
but you continue walking
human irrationality
gets beaten to a pulp
by bot rationality
how bland and discordant
getting them drawn and quartered
humanity can do without us
that **** poet saw the egg hatch into regrets
**** the only one who cares
manufacturing awkward silences
and making a killing
what the hell is anergy
miss world virginity 2012
what have we done
ghost eating humans or some **** like that
someone already thought of that
funny thing you wanted to say
your timeline can beat my timeline
mute only the users who make too much sense
the epitome of trying too hard
and then coronal mass ejection
all the over the place
you know this goes nowhere so you want out
no more outreach from this point on
shredded the flow chart
too much in the projects
exit stage down
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
Prelude PEAVEY you give PEAVEY the splendor
Of the PEAVEY CAN I HAVE AN ‘AMEN’!?
How great is our PEAVEY WOOOOOO! The lion and
The PEAVEY name above all YEAH!!!!!
Age to PEAVEY chorus PEAVEY bridge PEAVEY
You are PEAVEY touching my PEAVEY these
Bones will PEAVEY shout your PEAVEY OH YEAH!!!!
We pour out our PEAVEY WOOOOO!!!!! YEAHHHH!!! An’ Lord
We just wanna PEAVEY you YEAH! And WOOOOO!!!
REPEAT 4X PEAVEY YEAH! WOOOOO!!!! We are
God’s PEAVEY AMEN!!!! CAN I HEAR AN ‘AMEN!?’
Food drive PEAVEY outreach ministries PEAVEY
Love offering PEAVEY I worship PEAVEY
Outreach WOOOOO! And Lord we just offer up our
PEAVEY…!!!
(You can always walk away – and I did)
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
Until the rain melts
and clouds bump
into the sun,
you can try
and elude me.
Until rabbit ******
is outlawed and
Alice grows up,
you can try and
outwit me.
Until horses
stop galloping
and cheetahs are fat,
you can try and
outrun me.
Until beggers
choose and choosers
beg,
you can try and
turn on me.
Until down is up
and up is down,
you can try and
outreach me.
But I will continue chasing you,
around landmines,
hopping rabbit holes,
and fighting currents,
until you are mine.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester, .
How many funerals must we attend
Before the genocide is brought to an end
How many families must be left behind
Before we regain our presence of mind
How many times must it all be repeated
Before the enemy is finally defeated
When will self-love become our sacred trust
See I’ve seen the enemy and the enemy is us
What good are the candles or the cardboard shrines
When it’s apparent that we’ve lost our minds
What good is a painting of the deceased
When the violence is steadily being increased
When will self-love become our sacred trust
See I’ve seen the enemy and the enemy is us
This ain’t a lecture I’m not here to preach
So let’s call this a form of social outreach
The message is urgent I’ll try to be brief
While sharing insight as to my belief
We are the problem and we are the cure
So we can’t go on blaming others anymore
When will self-love become our sacred trust
See I’ve seen the enemy and the enemy is us
How did we get here is open to debate
But I think you’ll agree the root cause is self-hate
Before another brother or sister is harmed
To be forewarned is to be forearmed
We need to return to our original state
Where we loved one another before the hate
I’ve seen the enemy and the enemy is us
I’ve seen the enemy and the enemy is us
Cedric McClester Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
Hello, you have reached your longtime downhome hometown Saint Swithin’s Family Medical Clinic now an outreach ministry of Consolidated #Jesus Industries Inc. where nobody knows you anymore and wouldn’t care if they did your health care is very important to us you are a valued customer our office hours are from 8 to 12 and 2 to 5 on alternate Mondays and 9-12 and 2 to 5 on Tuesdays and Thursday after Woodchuck Endangerment Awareness Day but before Greenpeace Day except when the latter falls on a Wednesday in which case our office hours are 2 to 5 only and on Saturday 8 to 12 if this is an outside pharmacy please dial X and follow the menu if this is a prescription refill please dial Y and follow the menu if this is to schedule an appointment please dial Z and remain on the line if this to reschedule an appointment dial A cubed and speak slowly when prompted to do so I’m sorry I didn’t quite get that would you like to try again I’m sorry I still didn’t get that if you would like to speak to an operator dial oh, I am sorry your time is expired please hang up and redial if you would like to speak with Dr. Name’s secretary please dial 3 if you would like to speak with Dr. Other Name’s secretary please dial 4 if you would like to talk with Nurse Practitioner Yet Another Name’s secretary please dial 5 if this is an emergency then please hang up and dial 911…
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 3:56 PM UTC
As the line between our private lives,
& the public eye blurs,
all the old paradigms dissolve,
& nothing becomes as it was before,
only a few months more,
to get this riddle solved,
feeling like The Batman The Joker,
& Lois Lane all rolled in one,
my new name is Nigiri,
on a roll hot like wasabi,
my threads are all designer,
& my hobbies are all hobbies,
I am definitely not sure at all,
well at least definitely not probably,
babbling’ with talking heads,
while jousting with the walking dead,
because we’re up right now up right now,
that's right the life of the party,
& you all probably already know all this,
because the whole time was Live recording,
Instagram Live Streaming all the time,
I'm dreaming at the same time touring,
every moment recorded,
even when it's not at all important,
off script but don't trip,
because we're still part of the program,
so before I even wake up,
you already know the whole thing,
you already know what happened,
the night before the morning,
the Knight Before The Mourning,
sounds a bit prolific & prophetic,
at least a little bit don’t you think,
but what’s it matter the least little bit, if no one takes the time to think,
they’re just getting their nails done,
in the salon in the bottom of the boat,
as it sinks & we just think,
“Well I hope at least the lifeboat floats”,
in a bit of a panic,
like Leo in the Titanic,
searching for my romantic Winslet,
before we both sink in this disaster,
see I see you drowning in this sea,
& I still love you even after everything,
so I swim over & my hand I outreach,
hoping you'll grab hold before you sink,
so I can backstroke with you on my back,
& swim us both to an island beach,
specifically Leo's island,
you know the one Blackadore Caye,
he actually asked me to run the island,
said it was just a bunch of palm trees,
& I know this is reality,
even though it all feels like a dream,
so I close my eyes pray for better times,
then open my eyes to focus & blink,
blink,
blink,
blink,
blink,
the camera is always on,
the recording is always running,
this is layer cake no this is pound cake,
no this is the first ring around the onion,
onions in the sink,
got my eyes running made me think,
turned the water off got a wash cloth,
then took a moment to blink,
blink,
blink,
blink,
blink,
as the line between our private lives,
& the public eye blurs,
all the old paradigms dissolve,
& nothing becomes as it was before,
only a few months more,
to get this riddle solved,
feeling like The Batman The Joker,
& Lois Lane all rolled in one,
∆ LaLux ∆
from The Sydney Sessions
the follow up from multiple # best selling author Aaron Lux
new book available for FREE here: https://www.scribd.com/document/367036005/The-Sydney-Sessions-12-Steps
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 10:37 PM UTC
Mindless matters of the man filled with sovereignty.
Merry he was filled with sorrow and glory.
Universal he rises only to choke on the edge.
International he hid himself from speech.
So he got away on a boat that drove him insane.
Intervals came and the American he blamed,
For being a sociopath, killing is wife and taking his fame.
Things became basic as he floated on original keys,
And the waves danced while the sun became blind.
Love the action of a territorial move,
That causes every issue of life to become happy or dark.
Pain is the outreach that condemned his electronic heart.
The he laid in the “kool” breeze and everything was sound
© Robyn G Neymour
Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 5:25 AM UTC
from a wonderful night
she came alive
oh my country
obscured in her gloomy might
her love seemed so right
the feign of her tattered story
she bears the burden of Africa
the reign of her battered glory
her body abut and juxtaposed Madagascar
I wish that I fly away
from my path
I might not stray
from the start
I was taught to pray
my dreams to soar in beautiful array
as the nation saddles in its own barrage
lamentations of 56 years' blink
I see on eagle's wings what victory brings
the joy of 36 shining gold rings
too bright to look at
naming and counting one for each
and when twilight was reach
in plenteous joy and happiness
to the people my heart outreach
compensation for years lived
in wood and ash
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
Deep in the shines
Of cobalt blinding suns,
A cold traveler is bound, lost,
With only pointed starry night
As print to slow circumnavigations
Of her ****** heavens, visions scope,
Cardinal points are ever reaching
Towards ancient regions of nether,
Pharohs deltas, negations and delight.
Twin stars searing, burning, burst—
And in the exploding nebulas of iris,
Celestial oceans of aquas rise, cries—
Eternal blue laid of cerulean skies
Outreach and reel, lot vacuums vast
To outer lands, riding stars chariot,
With such spacial years of light,
Only in eyes of her.
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
the wind stirs her from her sleep as it tap dances through the leaves,
and once again she finds herself with a hastily rolled joint on the front patio at two a.m.
maybe tonight she'll finally make sense of something.
cursed to the perpetual contemplation of theories she can't even pronounce,
her gaze is fixed to the lights of the night sky.
she want's so badly to join them.
a child sculpted of raw stardust can't rest due to obsessions involving her ancestry.
so the match is struck
and the dark loosens up
just long enough for her to remember she's still stuck to the ground;
it's enough to make any celestial being feel worthless.
but she's priceless...
she just doesn't know it yet.
sometimes she swears she can feel the force of the entire universe's sway
tugging on her heart strings,
pulling her in synch with the pulse of all of existence.
she often just dismisses it as vertigo and takes another hit.
she doesn't get it.
the stars burn in the static hum of limitless outreach and await the painstaking instant that they'll finally collide,
maybe even just scrape against one another...
it's lonely up there in outer space.
the planets space themselves strategically to avoid the tug of one another's gravity,
aiming to dodge the speeding bullet of affection and the promise of separation it inevitably brings.
but she's out there in saturn's rings adorning herself in comet's tails and waiting for a show...
stubbornly certain that she couldn't possibly be alone.
not forever, anyway.
she hopes.
telescopes lenses eventually shift,
distorting our self-made image of reality...
we can't place bets on much of anything, anymore.
there's so much to be left invisible,
and mystical,
and made up as we go.
we may be going nowhere,
but we hitch our ride in style.
pretty painted marbles spinning circles on rutted sidewalks dance in tune...
side stepping around a bright star at center stage.
she thinks of herself as just a flea in the wardrobe,
maybe things will stay simple that way.
the roach scorches fingertips,
and she hurls it toward the earth...
drawing her attention back to the ***** parking lot beneath her feet,
and the promise that sleep will bring something new to dream.
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 4:21 PM UTC
Grey dark spots of misery,
Dancing through the outreach of his fingers,
Breathing with every slice of his regrets,
Haunting the power time held .
Words can be judged, true,
If only they exist.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
three years I worshipped
in the red brick cathedrals
by the ugliest lake on the planet,
but I was cast out of the holy halls,
with mounds of Mellaril, and other sacred potions in pill form
to see the “outreach caseworker”, though I never knew
what she was reaching for
my husband had divorced me,
both my sons were in Dallas, dealing cards
at Wall Street casinos, holding the aces for themselves or a chosen few,
like I really knew anything about what
filled their days
my sister took me in,
fed me finger foods, had her maid bathe me
and invited the ghosts from my past into her house
they all hugged me and told me how nice my hair looked
now that I was no longer yanking it out by the fist full
and choking on it as it went down
they smelled of sycophantic scents from Macy’s
and Neiman Marcus, and I longed for the odor of my cellmate,
who had to be submerged in a steaming sea once a week, after
they had pumped enough of Morpheus’ brew in her to
mellow a mammoth
I missed her, and her truculent silence
and the way her arms writhed in her jacket,
like so many snakes squirming to be free,
or perhaps those were the last sin eating serpents
in their death throes, but I would never know
for in 1000 days and 1000 nights, her jacket
was never removed, for the white ones feared what
black storm waited inside, so they allowed it to hide
someplace in her fetid carcass
now when I look across the charcoal stillness
of my room, cluttered with dead distractions,
I imagine her there, on her cot, producing anthems
on mad marching afternoons, or singing lullabies
in evenings last gasps, all without making a sound,
then my eyes well with tears, for I know
she would miss me too, and worry
what I was doomed to hear and smell
now that her mystic music and stench
were stolen from me
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
I h*ave looked through flowers
They are dying without the attention
So are other beings
Waiting for a notice
A text, a message
A phone ring.
It is surprising,
Not meeting
A sudden situation
missing out on exchange
the needs are simple
short greetings.
You know them
Don't you,
Met in the corridor
The canteen,
In the bus,
In a cafe,
the bakery
The number saved on phone.
You call out
They'll hide
You reach
Be in touch
Approach
Kindness needs to be shown
Or they'd be gone
Far far away*.
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 1:28 PM UTC
The start (of) /
a braid or a rope /
is nothing (at the beginning of this) /
it is only the idea stemming /
from a sapling or a seed to become /
a tree /
reality /
what we touch, see, and wish to be /
Ancient beings can feel how they are not free /
I notice this is my mother’s face /
as I lead her to the restroom /
so near, too far for her /
the years count with her /
the (counted) years count the steps to the toilet /
and consider just holding it /
because the pain of walking so clearly outweighs /
the pain of holding your *** after birthing 3 children /
one of them dead /
okay, birthing two children /
I was cut from my mother /
Regardless, /
maybe if you cut out the lungs /
things would cease to be /
chaotic like the outreach /
reaching out a hand /
praying she’ll find me /
because I’ve gone too far and can’t rewind //////
maybe if you remove my lungs…. /
I could stop focusing on my breathing /
give you all of my love /
show you I am not worthy /
of that admiration leaking from your ears //////
don’t be jealous of me
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
If I stay here any longer I will surely suffocate
We've been drowning for so long now
Yet the road ahead is so uncertain
With no guarantee of better yields or outcomes
I don't care
A chance is better than this
Knowing, watching, waiting...to die
Now a year later I'm gone.
This road is equally treacherous
But in a different way
I no longer struggle in misery with a partner
Instead my lonely screams echo
Returning to me through the fog
Reminding me I am alone
Even the trees strive to bridge the vast emptiness
Yearning for connection their arms sprawled out
Fingers outreach and intertwine into the canopy above
They compete for the very same resources
Yet interlock hand in hand
Anything to beat this loneliness
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
Click to make a gift
My Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,
Click to make a gift
My sadness, anger, and shame concrete plan
I will travel to Rome third-party reporting
Mechanisms examining specific
Options advocate concrete proposals
Click to make a gift
Expertise relevant disciplines need
Such tools already exist our structures
Must preclude criterion zero tolerance
Outreach psychological development
Click to make a gift
This is the church house, this is the steeple
Where the Bishop dumps words upon the people
Click to make a gift
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
Deep in the shines
Of cobalt blinding suns,
A cold traveler is bound, lost,
With only pointed starry night
As print to slow circumnavigations
Of her ****** heavens, visions scope,
Cardinal points are ever reaching
Towards ancient regions of nether,
Pharohs deltas, negations and delight.
Twin stars searing, burning, burst—
And in the exploding nebulas of iris,
Celestial oceans of aquas rise, cries—
Eternal blue laid of cerulean skies
Outreach and reel, lot vacuums vast
To outer lands, riding stars chariot,
With such spacial years of light,
Only in eyes of her.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
Particularly hazy, a skeptic's dreamlike state of mind
make sure you're still alive, that you're still on this earth-
-breathe.-
A ethereal god blessing your presence, moonshine upon their maroon cheeks making them that much more endearing.
A whisp of that unfateful breath, you find yourself trembling.
Void of a sense of belonging.
Extended hands outreach for the stars that seem to shine just for them, and you're incapable of counting.
You're falling.
Falling from... What?
-open.-
A silhouette straight from the astral plane itself forms into the already fogged vision, where although unconventional, the best thoughts are enlightened.
faint already
or rather
pass out.
It would be much easier than facing the consequences of this addiction justified as ..
romance.
-
Their gravitational pull only guided you closer, just as if time itself stopped in it's tracks
the sensation of it all was far too overwhelming.
Who had really been the predator and prey here?
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Tingles ****** at the skin, eyes glaze over with a certain type of shine only a few could pinpoint.
the initial benefits would be similar to the queen in a game of chess
masking false intentions for those who 'support'
take advantage of the pawns as you pleased
to make moves of your own.
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But you made a mistake.
You made the mistake of falling in love
When there was absolutely no intention to do so.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC