Perfect TimingIf I could pen to *you a thousand words, they would not be beautiful enough for *you. Would I have to sit down beside *you and calmly recite every poem, every prose? Or would I perhaps have to get on my knees and scream them for *you to listen? As *you watch the words spew out my mouth, tears start running down my face. *You put *your hand on my shoulder. I dry my tears and I stand. *You look at me, at my tear-stained cheeks and wipe each one away. I grab *you and I hug as hard as I can, for *you do not know how I much I needed this. I don't ever want to let *you go, but I do, slowly. *You take both my hands and smile at me. That smile… Oh, God, that smile. My heart starts beating faster and faster and before *you can say anything, I leap in *your arms and kiss *you. After it ends, *you're standing there, completely stunned. I gaze longingly into *your eyes, give a wink, and lick my lips. "Don't *you dare think I wouldn't do that again."Perfect Timing by PossumFan
Hurricane Heart*You take me and ravish my body. *You draw small inlets into my skin and trace my veins like they're about to disappear. *You kiss all the islands of skin that meet them. I'm not moving any of my muscles because if I do all of me will collapse. The entirety of my being is a canvas. It is *yours to use as *you please. To draw on me a new perspective, or to take away those negative emotions that weigh me down. That weigh us both down. Madness has made its home in my heart, and there is a tinge of sadness in *yours. Sadness, or something else? Longing, perhaps? Or at least I think it to be that. *You long for anything that is not monotonous day by day. *You know I am a hurricane, for I have a hurricane heart and a monsoon mind but I know *you are brave enough to weather the storm.Hurricane Heart by PossumFan
The Lightning StrikesIt is raining. We are looking out the window. *You notice lightning strikes and *you walk swiftly outside. I follow *you, and when I'm outside I see *you sitting on the bench. I go over and sit beside *you. *You pat *your knee, for me to sit on. As the rain pours down, *you hold me in *your arms as we listen to it beat on the ground outside. I kiss *your chin and *you close *your eyes in contentment. I smile. *You must feel it because *you smile too. I drink *you in like a desert. "I wish this moment could last forever." *You gaze down at me. "Don't move and it will." I curl my legs up in *your lap and *you hold me tighter. It's not long until I fall asleep.The Lightning Strikes by PossumFan
How to stay a writerHow to become a writer:How to stay a writer by Story-of-a-Mind
Take a pen. Write.
How to stay a writer:
Take a pen. Write. Don't stop.
Be stubborn as a mule.
There are those days when all your good words hide in your left sock and refuse to come out -
and even if they do, they smell like old fish and skunk after a messy rendezvous.
You write.. Delete!
You write... Delete!
You write, write, write
...and edited out the whole chapter later.
Be stubborn, write nonetheless. Use those other words you buried in the drawer with the socks you never wear cause they are
Current Residence: LA... For now...|
Favorite genre of music: Anything Indie (except Indie Rock), Classic Country, Classical
Favorite photographer: None.
Favorite style of art: Literature
Music player of choice: iPod touch
Favorite cartoon character: None.
Personal Quote: You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. - Ray Bradbury
What I'm here on DA to do: Spill my heart, spill my mind, spill my soul to those willing and able to listen. To make friends. To read, and be read.