She was always smiling from the way he made her feel. He was hot, dark and steamy. He made her life have meaning. She couldn't live without him. And she didn't want to....
Coffee. He was coffee.
I must confess, my dear
That I have an addiction.
Not to heroine
Or something which can be stopped some how
I am addicted to heartbreak
the memories that I cleanse my body of with tears
The empty feeling of my very soul leaving me and looking for something else to embrace it
My dear, you have given me everything
Everything but the one thing I crave
Smokey fire in the finger's crossed
Burning life ....
Enslavement of that hard core raw smell
Leaves a pleasing effect ...!
There's only one thing
He remains submissive to
And it's killing him.
*Beer Pressure* Father Part XXII
#submissive #AprilCBFChallenge #3LinesADay
Llevo días sin dejar de pensarte, la forma en que me mirabas como si fuera realmente algo de valor, tu sonrisa o si es que acaso me recuerdas. No te culpo si me has olvidado, pero ese hecho me rompería desde dentro.
Tu nombre se posa en mis labios a diario, y se quiere escapar; pocas veces he logrado desviar mis pensamientos de tu esencia. Imagino tu silueta en la oscuridad, cuando ella se acerca no lo puedo evitar y mi mente viaja a esa tarde; quisiera que tus manos tomaran su lugar y que tus besos me atacaran, me embriagaran de más.
Recuerdo tus locuras, cada una de tus lunas; me sabe a amarte el café. Te veo entre las multitudes del centro comercial, en los pasillos de la escuela, en...
Sitting besides the window
Curiously looking at the rain
Extending the arm out
The drops leaving no stain.
Thoughts running through the mind,
She grabbed her diary
To write her reverie.
Is there really a golden pot
At the rainbows end?
What if the rainbow melts?
What if it's colours blend?
What if the gold coins in the golden pot
Are just chocolates wrapped in gold?
What if the pot is a freezer,
For the chocolates perfectly cold?
What if someday the Angels
Carry the pot above
And invert the pot upside down,
Will it rain chocolate everywhere?
Will our hands be stained brown?
The beautiful delicacy,
Melting around my tongue,
Sensually giving my mind an orgasm,
My eyes roll back,
Due to the light and creamy taste,
Oh it makes me happy,
The sweetness and serenity overwhelmes me,
All the pain and unhappiness slowly disappear,
The power of chocolate,
Almost as good as sex.
It's difficult to talk about this.
When I was in the second middle of my teenage I had a drink problem. Not a very serious drink problem, I mean, I hadn't cirrhosis, but who would say that they have a serious drink problem?
By the way.
When I was aroud my early seventeen I had a very, very bad time. I was terribly depressed, with a lot of panic attack and rage against myself, my family, the entire world. I was passing through a difficult period caused by an abuse –well, actually more than one– and relative cause.
So I attempted to suicide –well, actually not the first neither the last try– and, after being stopped, I gived a big "f-word" closing myself in my room with some alcohol bottles. ...
I SHOW HER
WHAT I'VE LEARNED IN THE 2 SUMMERS
since I met her
TO PROVE THAT I HAVE LIVED UP TO ALL SHE'S HEARD AND GREATER
SO JUST AS MUCH AS I AM A TRICKSTER
I AM EQUALLY NOT A FIBBER
I show her my flick, my flicker,
this is MY wrist, miss, and it's quicker
TWIST TWIST TWIST
BECOMES MY NEXT BEST TRICK
RIGHT BEFORE HER EYES
(TWIST TWIST TWIST)
IS THE ONE AND ONLY
For once and all of eternity
could it be worth more than this shit
or should it?
THIS IS LIFE
and the truth in our lies
WITHOUT IT DOOMED
HAIKU.. An Addiction
Smoking, his pastime
Knowingly he did a crime
In him, cigar grime.
HAIKU..... An Addiction.!
I am a rambler
Climbing on his soulless heart
Filling him with art.
You win some
You lose some
Or so they say
Is not a game
This is life
And in life
You need to prevail
So tell me
Why is it
That the odds
In your favo...
Holding on to something !
Does it really hurt that bad ?
Well, not always .
Holding on sometime may hurt but it even works as a hope !
A fact , a person, a situation to hold onto and live up !
Not holding onto something is simply to feel empty sometimes
No one to hold on to !
Holding on to someone or something can give you alot more than just pain and hurt.
It gives you a reason everyday
It may even lit up your day
Make you feel lively
But when a person has nothing to hold onto
What do that person do ?
Who do that person smile or laugh for ?
No addiction would describe them
No obsession could measure the craziness and madnes they have.
Nothingg to improve fo...
Kept guarded under a fine fishnet,
The soft, wobbly and tempting delicacy.
The aroma so inviting,
Wants me to break the year long celibacy.
Countering the temptation, I put another cover on the treat,
Convinced it won't become one of my fantasies.
Muffled screams I hear inviting me to indulge,
Sliding my hand under the covers to feel the bulge!
Giving it a little jiggle, letting it wriggle - the soft wonder.
Dig my finger in it, move it around a bit, all this while it is covered under.
A messy situation follows loaded with ecstasy,
A Viscous white fluid covers my hand,
Shouldn't have but I taste what I was offered,
These activities made eating a cheesecake, grand!