Love is Alive
She looks at herself in the mirror.
Pulling her hair back into a neat ponytail,
She doesn't understand what she sees, she turns away.
Stockings, heels, coat, and scarf she is off to work.
Walking briskly she ignores the flowers; eyes trained ahead.
At work she types, she talks, and smiles
In her work office bathroom, alone she looks into the mirror
Re applying makeup.
Still not understanding what she sees.
On a train home, she watches her reflection in the window
An unsmiling woman looks back at her
Her chest tightens
The distorted reflection makes her look away.
A man boards
He sits across from her.
She likes
Right now I'll just imagine you. Everything you are and everything we can do. Those shall remain a figment of my imagination. That perfect first kiss, the stimulating conversations your sensual non-sexual caresses, and gentle murmurs confessing your love for me, I'd rather play those over and over in my head as just my imagination. My mind's wanderings, its creation of my perfect counterpart. A man of mans, humble, handsome, arousing, thoughtful, dark, educated, honest, loving, and fearless. Just stay there in my mind, for I am for certain afraid I'll find it and ruin that too. I am not ready for you so I'll sit here and just imagine you in a
the Platonic Girl by sassafras-ingrass, literature
Literature
the Platonic Girl
The Platonic Girl
Delve into the depths of my consciousness
A world not of its' own
Accented by our frank culture,
you are me more than I am myself in this consciousness
Behold, a woman called Jalissa,
The Girl Wonder.
A chocolate complexion from Hughes Sepia Hills
Dressed in a white garb adorned with gold pieces
She stands tall and confident
Poised with elegance and grace
Her face framed by society's lustrous locks,
deep black, and flowing
Plush lips, smiling and kissed by media's pomegranate red
Behind large milk chocolate eyes, highlighted with honey,
lies her wisdom, far beyond her years.
She is the
The Day Mankind Killed Mother Earth
Forgive us Mother for we are still children,
whining gluttonous infants
Conquering soil that have no ownership,
killing creatures for power
Forgive us Mother for we are still children
"But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eatest for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely perish"
And the day came when mankind ate of the fruit tree,
we closed our eyes and became children
Upon that day we believed men ruled Earth
Our Mother Earth
We set out to kill her,
devoured the land,
seeped poison into her soil
wreaked havoc through war and crime
polluted her wate
Love is Alive
She looks at herself in the mirror.
Pulling her hair back into a neat ponytail,
She doesn't understand what she sees, she turns away.
Stockings, heels, coat, and scarf she is off to work.
Walking briskly she ignores the flowers; eyes trained ahead.
At work she types, she talks, and smiles
In her work office bathroom, alone she looks into the mirror
Re applying makeup.
Still not understanding what she sees.
On a train home, she watches her reflection in the window
An unsmiling woman looks back at her
Her chest tightens
The distorted reflection makes her look away.
A man boards
He sits across from her.
She likes
Right now I'll just imagine you. Everything you are and everything we can do. Those shall remain a figment of my imagination. That perfect first kiss, the stimulating conversations your sensual non-sexual caresses, and gentle murmurs confessing your love for me, I'd rather play those over and over in my head as just my imagination. My mind's wanderings, its creation of my perfect counterpart. A man of mans, humble, handsome, arousing, thoughtful, dark, educated, honest, loving, and fearless. Just stay there in my mind, for I am for certain afraid I'll find it and ruin that too. I am not ready for you so I'll sit here and just imagine you in a
the Platonic Girl by sassafras-ingrass, literature
Literature
the Platonic Girl
The Platonic Girl
Delve into the depths of my consciousness
A world not of its' own
Accented by our frank culture,
you are me more than I am myself in this consciousness
Behold, a woman called Jalissa,
The Girl Wonder.
A chocolate complexion from Hughes Sepia Hills
Dressed in a white garb adorned with gold pieces
She stands tall and confident
Poised with elegance and grace
Her face framed by society's lustrous locks,
deep black, and flowing
Plush lips, smiling and kissed by media's pomegranate red
Behind large milk chocolate eyes, highlighted with honey,
lies her wisdom, far beyond her years.
She is the
The Day Mankind Killed Mother Earth
Forgive us Mother for we are still children,
whining gluttonous infants
Conquering soil that have no ownership,
killing creatures for power
Forgive us Mother for we are still children
"But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eatest for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely perish"
And the day came when mankind ate of the fruit tree,
we closed our eyes and became children
Upon that day we believed men ruled Earth
Our Mother Earth
We set out to kill her,
devoured the land,
seeped poison into her soil
wreaked havoc through war and crime
polluted her wate
Florescent Apple Blossoms? by Just-L00kin, literature
Literature
Florescent Apple Blossoms?
Sometimes, when I brush my teeth,
I'm reminded of how the minty foam
overtakes the taste of you;
the taste of cranberries and butterscotch
from the lollipops and kisses we exchanged constantly.
You called me Apple blossom, after the tree.
I remember how you would kiss the tip of my nose-
sweetly and gently, like a straying petal.
And we would just lay there until
we were powdered with blossoms and pollen.
Because sitting under that blossom tree
was all we ever really did.
And there were butterfly kisses and
bubbling laughter when we were together;
the smell of my shampoo mixing with your cologne.
It's too bad we've changed; lik
Beyond Absolution: Prologue by Non-Somnium, literature
Literature
Beyond Absolution: Prologue
Prologue: Sweet Raptured Light
I broke the surface of consciousness like a drowning man. Gasping thin breaths, I strained for air against the angry band of pain that crushed my throat to the width of a narrow reed. My fingers felt as thick as sausages as I dug them into the rope. A weak, phlegmy cough rasped air painfully past my throat, dragging me back towards unconsciousness as the pain threatened to spill over.
Im dying, screamed the wild part of my brain. Im dying Im dying Im dying Im dying!
Darkness blurred the corners of my eyes; co
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