I lit up a smoke with the fire in your bed. by EatingMyOwnFears, literature
Literature
I lit up a smoke with the fire in your bed.
Flippant and carefree
trying to hide the desperate need.
His smile was the kindle and his words lit our passion.
I am ablaze with us
though
I fear
I'll burn him and he'll brush me a aside like last night's ashes.
In the Devil’s playground too tormented to see
The similarities of hate between you and me
Black and white and guns and knives
We’ve torn apart too many lives.
Our blood is the same but the hate is too
Boiling inside us like a toxic brew
Exploding outward and staining the others
Destroying it all, brothers, sisters, our mothers…
Misunderstanding and doubt and pain
And ego and anger in this twisted campaign
The fires of misdirected youth with corrupt foundations
have become the cold granite of loathing and nasty declarations.
I am too old to change and too cold to care
that the price of this game may be too much to bare.
I am he that is Johnnie.
I am she that is Bekah.
I am androgyny.
I am all but nothing.
I am more than I thought I'd be.
Some hate me.
Some like me.
Some barely tolerate me.
I am all but nothing.
I have felt pain and hope.
I have laughed and screamed.
Tears have stained and anger scarred.
I am all
And never nothing.
Tangled Proclivities by EatingMyOwnFears, literature
Literature
Tangled Proclivities
Cigarette smoke clings to the faded wallpaper as we twist between memory stained sheets,
once more caught in another inclination toward something possibly objectionable.
I thought you were the one tied down but I can feel the unmistakable burn from braided cords as you quote lyrics I never heard of.
Either way, the song is clear enough.
I'll never understand how fingers so young, too young to hold such a vast range of experience, could promise such wild, untamable storms.
But then bottles of whispered seductions have weakened even the strongest warrior -- and I drank willingly.
Caught in an inclination, I could live here forever or
Lightly swimming,
Your words shiver in air
as the heat from your words
runs over my chest.
Your words dance along such a tantalizing path;
Intrigued, I pray they will fall lightly upon me.
I close my eyes but my ears are wide open.
Single stranded,
soft as the lover they come from,
your words caress my ear
as your hair caresses my thigh.
Each whispered word is like a lovers caress.
In my mind I can feel the heated touch and hear the wild desire.
My breath catches as I, too, reach for wanting words.
Folded over
the skin of your lips
rasps out, grasps out,
as your hands enfolded me.
Each heated word becomes a
Good morning and Happy Saturday. (:
I'm waiting to get picked up for breakfast but while I waited I thought I'd use my new tool caled thumbs. hehe.
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... maybe I'll make some coffee
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~B
The Losers all have Names. by EatingMyOwnFears, literature
Literature
The Losers all have Names.
The used and the new
The old and the young
Torn between two lovers,
I feel like I'll be torn in two.
One is safe and one's exciting
I want them both, us all united.
That can't be so I must choose
I feel either way I'm gonna lose.
One hand reaches for stability,
the other for adventure.
Both hands play tug-of-war,
my heart tied in the middle.
Our little fingers holds us together
with strings of destiny or so the Japanese say,
Am I to be forever lost in the wandering,
or will love tug at me forever?
No winner is called,
But the losers all have names.
Sorrow, betrayal, lonely...
It's all the same;
round and round in