Inspiration point- 07/01/09, 1:32pm- It was a long and freezing day.
Inspiration point- 07/01/09, 1:32pm- It was a long and freezing day.
To stand in front of a flower,
and feel the flicker of its eyelash,
and see the sun skip like a pebble
inside the spaces that sings between us.
And the verdure of its leaves,
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose...
The aftermath of a love affair.
Another Nepal poem, obviously. I've used two forms here, the Gzha (Tibetan) and the Doha (Hindi).
please comment. this is just a sort of the beginning, an introduction, to a story i've been thinking about.
If you missed the earlier episodes of The Affinity, the story starts here:
http://www.abctales.com/story/ian-hobson/affinity
It was only carried for months
It didn't even made a grunt
They did not want it to survive
They would have killed it with a knife
It was meant to give smiles
They said it will only cry
Amusing words like honey balm
What woman can resist the charm?
Nice words from lips luscious and red
What lady will use the word "dread''?
She'll only beg for words unsaid
As you draw me in
I lie beside you, facing you on your bed
as we drift off to sleep
you breathe out as I breathe in
your breath feels hot in my mouth.
I let a small whimper escape;
sometimes relationships can get very tangled.
Have you ever had a date with the demons in your head?
Have they paid a visit, whilst you're laying in your bed?
I never new about them,was unaware they were,
Revised version , originally epub 04
2nd edit 30.12.08
minor edit 01.01.09
Please critique and review! This is a slightly "decorated" autobiographical short story about getting my heart broken and reclaiming my writing.
a story i've been working on for a while. this clip is about a girl who gets in trouble and has no one to call, so she calls her ex.