It’s interesting, this feeling. Lying here quietly, waiting. Breathing when I can, listening to my heart slow in my ears. Should it be this loud? It is slowing. Should it hurt? Is it going too? No, no. Well, I do know this position I am in is uncomfortable…. Who stabs a man from behind? I mean really, so cowardly, so cruel, so
by vivalawendigoWatching him on stage, from my spot in the sweaty and gyrating crowd, I was mesmerized. As he wailed into the microphone, he jumped and rocked, shook his dyed and feathered hair, raised his middle finger to his fans and grinned. Even as he lowered the mic and took a long drag from the cigarette he held, he was beautiful.
by gany-medeAll your breath is in his eyes. They’re blazing with life and energy and love, too much for one person; all kinds of blue and green that you’ve never seen. You want to bottle it, paint with it. Usually hidden, a sublime vision preceding humanity, it feels such a privilege.
Even behind glass walls, part of it might still dwell within you.
by lanternpetalsThe Sailor Jerry’s Rum sitting bleakly in the bottom of my polystyrene cup, diluted only by a dashing of ginger ale and the backbite of tonight’s antics.
Meanwhile, a mediocre jazz band played to those who listened, and again, to those who didn’t.
A festival’s answer to a question that nobody asked.
‘Kendal Calling’, a festival with so much to answer for.
by nrthrnline“Dude, stop talking about her while we’re walking right behind her. She could be American.
“Relax, that chick’s definitely French. She’s not wearing makeup, and look at that little long, flowery dress. Parisiens are all style, no sex appeal”.
The girl unconsciously stuffed the map of Paris further into her purse, stifling a sigh. “Well, at least I’m fitting in,” she thought.
by benjaminbuttoninreverseBefore hands had met, eyes had danced a thousand times. Words filled the air between with liquid lust as they dove with grace from lips. Hands quivered in the Waltz, legs locked in the Foxtrot, skin ablaze in the Rhumba. With each beat, hearts came closer, neither pulse remained unique. I knew then we’d dance again the day our lives would blend.
by thestraightestmanonearth-deactiIn an alternative universe I would hate you, loathe you. You say I couldn’t be sure that would happen; no one knows what might’ve been, or what could be. I say if it happens, I would make sure, even teach myself if I have to. But we are living in this reality where I love you more than anything, it scares me.
by infidelityisacrimeShe was the most beautiful girl the boy had ever laid eyes on. When Leonardo finished the Mona Lisa he thought her heavenliness had been captured. This girl, however, was so utterly ravishing that her beauty could never be re-imagined. He mustered up the courage to say hello but the whisper of his voice made her shatter into a million little pieces.
by augustfire