Lost Love Lust

Archives: July2009

• contrasted malice.

  The wind bristles through the softness of her eyelashes. 
  Is it life that inspires imagination, or imagination that inspires life?
  The uncommons were at fault for the many times they told fallace stories of redemption.
  As if white transferred to color, her desire rose again.
  Their hands melted into one and other.
  Death come to the one who declares that energy [...]

• return policy.

  Under the warm water I find my silence.
  No thoughts or repercussions,
  Just the quiet, yet lively sound of my heart beating, and my lungs breathing.
  My writing is nothing.
  My art? Impressive only to the masses that approve at quick glance.
  My soul? Disapproving and profusely rebellious.
  Hidden.
  Shown at rare occasions where vulenerability doesn’t play its typical role.
  I’m a writer. A painter. A [...]

• pandora’s box.

  Attempting to remember the touch of his lips on the surface of hers, a tear found its away amongst the light creases of her porcelain skin.
  As if in delay, her longing for his hand in hers took away her soul like night stole day.
  Perhaps a faded scent to others, but to her it was all [...]

• the many happenings of “and”.

  and to fret in winter weather, or summer weather of cigarettes abyss, she knew he was a philosophical excuse of a human being.
  and when teapot muffins in red dresses ran quickly amongst the rabbits of hunger she truly found the light in her room shined more brightly than usual
  and in shock she looked at him [...]