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[Mar. 7th, 2008|09:11 am] |
Silence....the long drawn out space that users seem to not write anything, I wonder why that is? Does life get busy, do they not wish to state thier emotions anymore? Or does the typing actually unlock a hidden room within thier mind that lets things escape that they wish not to think about?
Could truely just be life...who knows really, my silence.....well it is do to the written word tends to put proof on paper (so to speak) that I am insane. Maybe that is not a bad thing maybe knowing that makes a difference. Each time I have ever taken the time to write a post. My life is always in a very very different place.
Like now....I am still in love with the most perfect man ever....but something great is missing. there is this hole within me that sucks up all the moments of happiness that I get. and then I am left with nothing. how strange really. How strange that one black hole cannot be fill.
Where does one turn when you cannot seem to find a shove. oh well....
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[Dec. 8th, 2004|06:58 pm] |
To My Forever CellMate....
The joys and raptures of lost moments when thoughts have taken Me to try and find the moments when You will return have left, and within Its place is an desperation to loose Myself within the manualist of Labor, within Your moments of Hunting I have found myself landing in a place that needs Me. To be Needed....interesting thing isn't it....Do we need each other, My love...Oh I know We do, but in what sense, Are we forever bound by the rigidness of mark squares, I pray not...but to keep Myself occupied until You once again return to My side. Retaking the claim of the dance in which We do...I will wait Dearest, wait for You within a Club....SMD Night......
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[May. 23rd, 2004|08:19 pm] |
To My dearest Nite
It's amazing to me I can't
Seem to say what I'm doing here
My tongue is all twisted around the air
I'm looking for words that were so well rehearsed
But I can't find them anywhere
With you there's no easy answer
It's true
You change the equation that I add up to
And all of the things that I thought I knew
You turn it around
I'm amazed
When push comes to shove what I'd give to you
Everything
I'm amazed
The hallways I wouldn't mind crawling through
And I'd do it for days and days
I'm amazed, I'm amazed
That places your taking me to
Wait, I thought I had this down
I built all my cages and my hide out
And I covered all my bases
I locked the door, I shut all my windows
But you
You creep in like a whisper
I try not to listen, yeah, but I hear you
I'm not really sure just what it is you do
But do it again
I'm amazed
When push comes to shove what I'd give to you
Everything
I'm amazed
The walls that I wouldn't mind crashing through
And I'd do it for days and days
I'm amazed, I'm amazed
At all of the things I know you have done
'Cause this time I think we've really won
The tables have turned
Now I'm taking my hat off to you
You said "we'll see"
But darling it's all clear to me
I'm amazed
And here in the foyer the hallway is small
I don't really think it's a hallway at all
It's a maze
Johnny your suitcase was finally received
She's packed up her things and she's ready to leave
It's amazing
All of the ink that was bled from your hands
Has painted a picture that she understands
It's amazing
And here by the ocean the sky's full of leaves
And what they can tell you depends on what you believe
The ash is a tree and the voices were three
And all that is gone is here sweeping through me
It's amazing
It's a maze
Contessa |
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[May. 3rd, 2004|03:57 pm] |
To My dearest Nite….
The breath of heaven can only last moments with people such as Ourselves….I today had a intake of it to allow Me to exist once again within the land of mortality…a gift you have given Me….You will find only a piece of an outfit Missing….For the gift of the keys that laid upon this letter…..I hope it gives You the same breath I was able to take today.
Contessa |
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[May. 2nd, 2004|10:22 pm] |
Oh Contessa
YOu do seem to enjoy the exstacy of rain...of washing away guilt, sorrow, and any other emotion You wish. Sadly though, I have no tears from heaven to cleanse away truly bothers Me. The angels in My life have forsaken Me. Forgotten Me...damned Me....so naturally...Who shall cry the tears that rinse away the Crimson stains...hmmmm....but Yes I know I thing or two about rebirth…..sadly though, Mine was one of those ever used story book cliches. You do know…this isn’t what I wanted…no, that’s not true…I just hate the constrictions of being the undead…but I do savor the feeling of having everything come into clarity…into focus to the point where I can see the droplets of Your soul make up the tears You cry in atonement. That I enjoy and relish. But know, I am not going into that Shakespeare cliché of trying to wash the blood from My hands…that won’t work…its not lava soap, and nor am I foolish enough to know that if I wash them too much, that blood won’t be from My mind anymore. But digressing…always and forever. Oh that was a cliché to end all cliches if I ever heard one….always and forever…to live so long, to love so long is not even possible. The greatest love story of all time, Romeo and Juliet…where love was true, that ended fast.true love can not be measured in eons, centuries…but only in small brief moments shared. In slow dances where the worlds crumble away and the kolars and chains are tossed aside like loose articles of clothing no longer needed, wanted, and freed upon. Inside of a dance is a rebirth of two joining in one inside of those planned footsteps. But We are creatures of rebirth….You by rain and Your God’s will….Myself by blood and My will. But I am not a God to Myself…and the rain is not blood…but this is what We are, isn’t it? Twins lost within the motions far grander than most can ever see….but enough of this contrite dilly dabble….nothing is to be gained from jesting mocking toying manipulating each Other…and You wish to dance My dear…then by all means dance with Me, in truth. Watch Me as I lay upon that bed, bare of all, laying upon the freedom of velvet Crimson sheets…and listen to the words spoken upon My lips hanging softly in the air before the lay upon a puddle for You to walk through…for I won’t cover them in a glossy jacket of flattery…I won’t offer You any cliches…for once I would like to be free of them, so no always and forever…just a simple three words….
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[May. 2nd, 2004|09:04 pm] |
To My dearest key pocessor....
This Eve.....within the shadows of the moon, once again my fellowship with night it forever acknowledge and accepted, It began to ran....those large drop, with each release that fell from the sky you could hear it call your name...beckoning you onward into the tears from heaven. So of coarse I could not resist a cry from something so sensual...slipping from the coverlet I found myself underneath the release of tears. Turning within the cries feeling myself be washed away...the old skin of whom I was.....with each drop that icy caress and fell over the ivory warmth.. I knew that the rebirth was taken place...that freedom within Myself that has been long held back....I saw a distant star come into view ....Oh My dearest the beauty it beheld. Release is a beautiful thing....always finding something new of Yourself upon the other side....The poets you say...tell us between the lines of whom we are suppost to be....But is it not ourselves that know the path...that is heard within those lines first...Do not let poets dictate what you see....come into the release of tears...and see what it beholds yourself....
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[May. 1st, 2004|07:33 pm] |
To My Contessa....
You do seem to relish the Nite don't You? I can't help it Myself...tell Me...found an outfit yet? Or shall You just attempt to suprise Me once again. Here I am, in this room, this Holy of places, and still able to pick up the humble ramblings of poets below...so much said between the words...always that way with poets and lovers...so by all means, read between My words, explore those crevices with that sharpen moist tongue of Yours...Do as You wish for everything always is a choice, never can I truly do something to You that You don't wish for. Never can I harm You unless that is what You desire. This are the chains wrapped around the unbeating self...and can You beat Me with them? Mayhaps so...
You ask Me to dance...missing the feelling of Me against You? My cold, hard, swollen statue fingers upon the warmth of Your neck...the linger of My presense just a simply wish away from Your lips...all while that beat just echos softly from the black to the white squares...while the words of others express who We are...but only between the lines....
I'm watching you, from where i stand...
The ground is shaky...
When you pass close by
My head is spinning
Here is safe, here is sound
As long as you're around
Keep you mine, if i keep my distance
As long as i just hesitate and hold my ground
I'm watching you - it's what i do...
My hesitating mood, i stare then i brood
I like my solitude, i'm frozen to it
Here where i stand, you're coming my direction
I have to look away, so you won't see me...
I'm watching you
I'm watching you
It's what i do...
It's what i do...
I wait for you, sometimes i do
Think i'll talk to you
But when i see you...
I just come unwired
My head is spinning
Here is safe, here is sound
As long as you're around
Feels so nice, oh so easy
As long as i just hesitate and hold my ground
I'm watching you, it's what i do...
just linger within that grasp of something...anything to behold to be held to just ravish...unless, simple papercuts are all You want from Me...and darling...if you must ask what I want...then You do need to open Your eyes.
the One that holds the key to every prison cell,
Nite |
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[Apr. 26th, 2004|12:20 pm] |
What has happened within Me....what changes have accured....the dances upon the mind that I lose myself within. I stand within the middle of my bedroom...twirling as swaying with memories...the turns the waltz...the caress of breath....then shake my head to make me snap out of the current emotion.
He is the untrustworthy...the same manipulative one I have known for so long...How can it be that I long for a presense that carries the possiblity of destruction... how can I wishful think...want ....no crave...one so much. That has left a trail of hearts behind...do I have a death wish of My own?
Who am I to throw the first stone...I too have left the destruction within My wake...Is it he I should be worried of ...or is it myself.....that should make me double take.
Completion...equality....streangth...pureity....those are things that even within our demented thoughts seems to radiate when dealing with one another. He ...Me...He....We... Clearly I am not thinking correctly....or maybe it is for the first time I am. A Goddess and a Vampire...one that swirls the depths...probably better then I myself can. Is love my true folley? |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2004|02:37 pm] |
Dearest Nite.
Filed....saved...not only within the mind....but within a chest...treasure chest...of things that are important...I pull out one....then another...before to long I am covered within the white piece of paper that echo the Nite. Looking down over the nude form I make a contrast as always against these small peice of sharpened paper. Uneasiness settles for a moment as I reread all those the exchange back and forth...for copies of My own are traspassing here as well. You...Me... Dawn ...Dusk...Night...Day....
Comparisons We have made. Taunting...Laughing...Knowing...
Feeling...I have to sit and shake My head...Honesty...So within that honesty have we found home. What do they mean? How does this play upon the grand scheme of the existances... of those we see within the day in and day out troil of this world. Me and uncertainty have never been a good bed fellow. I look at Myself and see the true nature of My being within the words written on sationary of red roses with thorns...the single drop of blood that comes from the prick. Yours is also there written out for the world to see...Two people that never wish to the world to have...have laid open a door within themselves that have taken them within heaven or did it take them to the very pit of hell. Oh knowledgable one...come dance with Me again...answer the question that sting the senses of the mind. Make know the truth that is so beheld. Maybe you will learn something.
The forever written prisonmate
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[Apr. 21st, 2004|05:57 pm] |
well Hello My dearest Contessa....
The joyous rapture of waiting...have You already found so much comfort in it that it is now a sin for You? Have You started doing antonement already for the yearning pleasure in wanting Me? But fear not My dear....the wait is always worth it, well, no, it isn't. That is one of those lies that so many people believed in that made it a truth. True lies, lying truth...taking truth to bed...MMmmmmm now that could be something worth truly praying for is it not? But yes, there is something I need You to do, I am having a Winter Masquade, forgive the misspelling for that word...mayhaps I shall take have My back lashed a few times for such idle careless misspellings....but yes, I am having a Ball, and of course You are invited...the date shall be set soon, but You must find a proper outfit that shows Your true nature, along the lines of winter of course. for now, but not forever...enjoy the morsel of truth to be found in a stack of lies.
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[Apr. 21st, 2004|01:28 pm] |
Dearest Nite....
Silence....Silence....is all that I hear within the walls of this house...no letter to come and spark the intellegence of the mind....within that silence I have come to realize that iron keeps iron sharp...that edge that cuts to the quick but without the words to dance within this mind of mine...I grow dull...So where is the Nite of Darkness...that forever pulls at the deepest recess of this mind of mine...that can crawl within...change the way it moves...causing a stir upon the wind...that drives Me onward to the horizon of tomorrow....Has He left Me to My own resource....No ....Not He.....He awaits His moment....until the prey is ready. Doesn't He? Aniticapation is My own only friend.
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[Feb. 12th, 2004|05:16 pm] |
Dearest Nite.....
I had to chuckle at Your question....I am surprised that You would not know why it was that when I touch You now it is different...You may be damn by THE god...but Myself....I have no ill feelings....I can neither condemn You or redeem You....I am merely a woman...with whom those that choose to believe in Me call upon....I am no longer the Savior I once was....The pureness within was vanished and spread upon the people whom I serve....Though...also with the fact that I have already slide within that tainted Mind of Yours.....swirled it to do My bidding....I am not sure anymore "harm" could come.....Your choices have been Made.....Just as Mine have.....
now as for My demon and vampire fetish.....I must say You keep way to many tabs upon Me....and once...I was in love with just a mere man....a warrior....So not all have them have been....tainted....thought the joy of watching a tainted one struggle within...knowing well the woman they love is good.....always a joy to watch...
But Sadly enough I am no longer the woman I was before....Being the Goddess of Knowledge...and Now......The knowledge I possess takes My naivety away....
So You ask what has this Contessa been up too....Well....shopping of coarse....but it was not clothes....or cars ....This time it was a house....Impy and I came across it...a perfect little chateau...abandon and for Sale....So I just had to buy it....for it had a rose garden ...Those beautiful flowers......that beneath the Crimson petals...hold a deeper threat...that of thorns that barely prick the skin....but leave a mark that remains always...with a sting.
So Wwe have been decorating...Rooms of Midnight blue...and rooms of the deepest Gold...the sun radiating everywhere....For it is about time that spring is upon Us.....the winter has been long and hard....I am glad to see the ice break....and the shoots of green grass take hold....
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[Feb. 12th, 2004|01:31 pm] |
To My Contessa
forgive Me for not writing sooner....vanity got in the way and I had to find the perfect robe.....and I did notice that You didn't write Me as well....so all must be good in this damned world. I did find a thought most interesting.....I touched You, caressed You, linger My fingertips upon Your flesh....felt You....breathed You in.....relished in You....experienced You completely as much as We can....and yet.....no "harm" came to Me. So how is this different now? I can touch a Goddess, and be touched by a Goddess and no ill come to Me? Is it cause We are so similiar....that there is Me already inside of You....that living My memories gave You My blood in the abstract so that now when I touch You....its like touching Me? Or maybe.....just maybe.....the good inside of Me allows Me to experience the good in You....or the bad in You experiences the bad in Me....turning off all harm that could come? MMmmmmmm,,,,if so...then so much to experience....and We both know Your fetish for demons and vampires eh? But I play and play....always You know....
Lately...I just been tending bar....thinking about starting up something new though....something to just....make people speechless....haven't quite decided yet what I should do....feeling alive at the moment...so I suppose time shall tell....as it always does.....
Tell Me....how are You doing My Contessa.....I wonder late at night....just what makes You smile.......
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[Feb. 12th, 2004|01:23 pm] |
MMmmmmm....the way this pen feels in My hand is so...so...sheer perfection....it just rests there comfortably....like it belongs there.....and the words just spill upon the page free falling from abstraction into reality....all the while I just lounge here upon this roof, where the city below falls madly in love with its self all over again. And yes.....the robe is upon Me know....deep crimson velvet....hang half close....and just teasing Me in all the right ways.
a dance....a dance....a dance.....through those songs...just dancing......oh and when She left....everyone wanted to know who She was.....a constant attack of questions; I just stood there, in rapturious silence....smiling upon them. Offered up a few free drinks and that was that. Yet now....they all look towards the door at the certain time of the evening....I comfort them the best I can....little drink for you...little drink for Me....Mmmmmmmmmm the joys of running amok when the amok isn't even noticeble. And those songs do continue to get played.....and so I do continue to just dance, sway to that beat that curses through Me parting the crowd like so many bibical cliches....
Oh....and Yes, She will be back.....I believe I know exactly how to get Her back now as well.....but no, not yet...not till She is least expecting it.......
and now I set this pen down,....and star up at the stars while listening to that humble melody play upon the world.......Nite |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2004|09:54 pm] |
My leather bound friend.....
I walked out those doors within moments.....just grinning to Myself...winked at impy and slide beside the wheel of that caddy....the words coming from the radio just made Me chuckles..." left you by the house of Fun......Don't know why I didn't call...." slide the car into drive....and set out on a journey...a shopping journey.....I think it may be time to settle for a bit....or at least slightly settle as Much as I can.....weave in and out of car....impy standing on the back of the seat allowing the wind to slide over him....both of Uus just laughing....The dawn is coming....it is the time of day for Me....Night has once again let ago of the hold upon the day and allows it to come into full bloom...the sun streaked morning light....the chill sliding away to the warmth.....fitting some how.....the sign said "FOR SALE BY OWNER" I slide the car into the drive way....... Look up at the building in front of Me....grinning to Myself....the gardens around roses...Morning glories standing proudly.....beckoning...I just sit for awhile....taking in the surroundings.....Yep.....this is it....Step out of the car the purposeful steps ....up the front steps.....Time to do business.....and that is just what I mean to too |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2004|05:24 pm] |
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The music fade....the reality hits...Her head picks up......Within those moments everything unknow that is now know...the smile forms upon Her face...that dazzling smile of a Goddness is full bloom....One hand comes to rest itself upon His cheek...the fingers run along His jaw...Within that same moment.....She turns...away from Him....Taking the first step to slide out of the world within Thier making...Her head held High once again....She walks to the door....Parting the crowd of people with each step she Makes...All eyes move from Him then back to Her...and back again....As Her fingers slide over the handle.....She turns back for one brief moment....Nods once to Him.....opens the door and slides within the Darkness upon the other side.... |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2004|05:02 pm] |
The smile mirrors that of His within seconds of watching Him walk to Her....She had taken in every step... Each observation marking the thoughts within Her mind...the forever conversation of conscience and subconscious...With the easy grace ....The lifting of Her form off the bar....placing Her hand within His...curling those fingers together...Just as She knew they already were....His soul and Hers...curled together ...cursed together...of being on opposites.....The daylight of who She was...Mixing with that of the Night that is He....Creating there own Dusk....
Pulling pushing meeting joining intertwining together in slow steps upon the floor where the crowds just pause, part. Eyes locked in breathless moments of motions sweeping through over the sun rays floor. Song changes but the tone stays the same..."when I look at You...I see Your power...but when Your blues come around...You're so hard On Yourself..." Words spoken in single waltz motions as the eyes of others turn away giving the demanded alone of Them. "When I look at You...I see things I don't see to...." Fingers untwining, lacing around the backs....inhaling of spirits joined together already in a long dance of heaven and hell.
The caress of cheeks, power within moments...torrents of emotions...hate and love...the slipping of hands upon covered flesh....Nothing said though everything known....the mixing of understanding of the other encircles them...within that circle of two bodies times stops nothing else is noticed...the room being the image of what They are...He was Her heaven and hell wrapped into one.....the very thing She hated and loved. Silent whispers of those watching the gently swirling bodies...speaking the words neither can say...The song once again changes...knowingly..." How long have you been sitting in the darkness....Oh you know your are getting hard to be with....." She shifts slightly moving to look within the ice blues..." They look at You like they don't speak Your language" ......
Almost standing still...eyes locked together.....swimming through the sea of thoughts emotions all doing the same very movements. Those eyes staring into His...watching the abyss of....knowledge...love..hate....dreams...reality...just...everything. "No One knows what's its like...to be the bad man...the sad man...behind blue eyes...." fingers curling up....teasing along Her hair..."My love is vengence, that's never free..." cupping Her face, Her tender flesh in His palm..."No one knows what's its like...to feel these feelings...like I do...and I blame You...." barely....the lips just...part the air between Them....slowly moving closer....the air...just...hanging their within timeless seconds...closer....feeling Her very soul...His....just lacing together within a single movement..."fall upon My knees, found a way to live a home I'll never see....even heros have the right to dream" and He brings His head back....a slight sliver of a smile upon His lips....watching Her as They both just stand there...motionless in a room of night and sun where everyone as simply...faded away to just them, alone.
Frozen .....The very Night encircling Her...capturing day within its folds of one moment...dusk gives way to Night as Its consumes the last rays of the Sun...Taken ....melted together, taken hold within the Stary Night painted acrossed the sky...the void....the unknown....slide into the known...Now the soul mingling in the simple time of an instant....."I want hold the hand inside You.....I want to taste a breath that's true" tightening of the fingers upon the back to brace the reaction of Her form."......I look to you and I see nothing....I look to you to see the truth.." Alone within this moment....taken hold of the power that engulfs Her...Holding it deep within the Her heart....The forever rememberance of one moment...Her eyes close those lashes laying a blanket of blackness upon irovy of Her cheeks.....Black on White....Evil laying upon Good......The slow exhale of breath....mingling together...The eyes open golden greens locked with blue depths before Her....The cheek coming to lays itself upon the fabric ....wrapping Him completely with Her.... |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2004|04:00 pm] |
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Perched upon the roof with the cigarette just dangling between His rain soaked lips. Those eyes peircing through the night, watching that car drive up, park, and Her step out. In a single flick of His wrist He brushes the moon light hair away from His brow, chopped, hanging loosly. Rising up and all the while His eyes just staying upon Her, watching those careful motions as His lips spread wider, allowing the done cancer to fall to the floor. Bare foot upon concrete roofs, slow strides in blue jeans, tainted white shirt upon Him, He walks through that endless downpouring of tears. The stairs creaking under Him, an song of yearning, each step small down the spiral. He leans against the back of the room, staring through the maze of yearning, watching that door open, and Her step in. Tossing out casual greetings like shrugs of His shoulders, His eyes trace along the walls painted in that starry night motif that so easily blends into the damning sun upon the floor. Catching the eyes of the poet, He simply nods. The words stopping. The singer comes up, drumming out that soulful sound in finger plicks and plucks. The enchantment wrapping through the room like a fog....."this is where the One who knows...meets the one Who doesn't care...." Weaving liquid through the crowd....the conversations dropping into that melody, sneaking a smoke form a man who barely knew it was gone before handing it to another. "Dares to take the chance of no return...." The song just flowing through those candle lit tables while He takes His steps towards Her in motions not even seen, standing there, He slightly nods His head in a devilish smile, and extends His hand. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2004|03:45 pm] |
The Destination is Paris. Three days She has been driving..Endless roads that has allowed for endless thought Many a time she had through about going back....writing a letter, with some lame excuse of why she was delay...But she knew that He would have seen right through that ploy..So She and impy had stuck to the road...She was in blocks of where He was at now....the well know place....The Blue Cafe....Seems it had become the hot spot as of late....She had no trouble finding it...She pulls that red caddy up to the curb...shifts it into park...turns Her head slightly looking at impy for a moment...he gives her that wide grin of his staring right back...The rain began again at that moment...the slow drizzle of softness...She tilts Her head up slightly to allow the drops to cover her face for a moment....somehow finding a bit of relief within each kiss of rain upon Her face... Both hands stay upon the steering wheel for moment....the deep intake of breath...slowly being let out to slide across those lips...leaning Her forehead upon the wheel. Taking the Key out of the ignition, allowing them to dangly within her fingers making the slight sound of Metal upon metal...a chuckle forms at the sound that mirrored the thoughts within Her head...Her fingers find the door handle pushing it open...one foot then the other hits the now wet pavement..lifting her small frame from the seat...taking the step forward to allow the door to shut behind her...she smiles softly to impy..." Stay put for a bit...and make sure no one takes My car.....Including you" She winks at Him..." Make sure you put the top up dearest...."
Takes the final steps across the sidewalk....not even taken noticed of that around her..She reaches up pushing back the rain drenched strands behind Her ears...a small smiles moves over her face for a moment..as her hand reaches forward for the handle...Her chin lifts...she shoulders square off...as the door pushes forward and those steps take her out of the rain into a thick haze...she stands there for only a moment Her eyes move over each person..realizing the people that are within have come here to find something...each one not knowing what that is....Is She here to find something as well....or did She find it already? Those purposefully strides move through the crowd of people...finding the bar. She turns to face the room...leaning back allowing her elbows to support Her...Just enjoying the scene in front of Her...those spouting poetry...the bodies mingling together...to search each other for the things that call them from within.... |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2004|03:01 pm] |
To My leather bound friend
I had to stop for awhile.....I have been driving upon this road to Paris....to meet ....Either My path....or possibly My destruction.....I am being taunted with so many things....With each headlight that drives by Me I can feel the spotlight shifting upon My soul....to bare all that is within.....unable to hide behind the windshield of the caddy....I am bare for all to see....So fitting I think as I move to down this winding road...with no way of seeing which way it will turn....Yet I am pulled forward....I want to reach into that darkness and feel what reaches back....I have no choice....I taunts Me.....with that double edge sword.....Iron sharpens Iron Does it not.....Here I move.....to Meet with the Iron that will sharpen Me....What marks will be made upon the metal as the shards are ground away to make the blade sharp.....I think that is what plagues My mind....Will the blade become so small or will it become a weapon of great Strength?
The drive calls My name once more....The road is open before Me.....I have no other path....but to continue forward. |
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