The Woman On The Beach I had never met the girl; who she was exactly remained a mystery to everyone, though she'd lived here for as long as I can remember. Even if tourists visited constantly and it became increasingly annoying as time went on I felt very fortunate to live in the small beach town. I was sitting quietly on a large piece of drift wood drawing things in the sand with a solid stick when she ran down though the sand barefoot. I do not think she noticed me because she rewarded me no awareness at all. I remember her sobbing hard, harder than I had seen anyone cry in my life, even my mom when I had told her I hated her in grammar school. She ran very fast along the shore, with the hem of her white linen dress clutched in her hand. I had wanted to pause her and ask what the trouble was, but that's just not the kind of thing you do to a stranger, especially one that is weeping never-endingly. Her run hadn't ended until she got to the water's edge where she fell onto the sand and bawled in her petite
WaterlilyTake off my overcoatUnbutton it real slowWhisper things in my ear that I cant understandDie with me right nowJust as long as we're both hereTrying to be discreetAs we stare at each otheracross the record storeDon't let me goSit with me whileYour straight face and my smileHold me, in sweet denial of all that around us nowJust play our song on your guitaras I serenade you quietlyMake me madBut let's never fightShow me that you care, cry a little bit, and I'll cry tooGive a simple kissbe cautious not to over do itHold my hand, they are always coldKiss my collar bone, make me moan, claim your throneBrush the hair out of my eyesNow it's impossible to tell any liesLay your head on my chest as I breatheIt's all rightBut it's so wrongThis shouldn't be happening now, but we're too far inI never learned how to swimBut I will drown if I'm with you.
A Strange Breakfast After a erotic evening prior, the light shown in through the ajar blinds in the eyes of Bradley Donovan and onto the body of the estranged lover beside him. He shaded his eyes with his large hand and turned to see the second human lying in his bed. She was, of course, stunning, Brad wouldn't have his women any other way. Naked beside him she lay; she was silent and peaceful. The shadows cast on her china doll face. Her long fair hair fell down her back as other strands lay astray on the pillow. One of her breasts remain exposed, soft like a woman's breast should be. A ruby ring was featured on her right hand. The gold band and red gem covered her middle finger to the knuckle. His heart pounded contrasting her light breaths. She was truly striking but she needed to go. Brad had been a player all his life, this girl had been just a trick and her being here so long was making him nervous. He got out of his bed slowly trying not to transfer his movement.
NarcissusYou're so apprehensiveTo be normalTo be saneTo be okayYou're so scared of having anyonein your heartOn you sideon your mindanywhereThe narcissusgets to you more than anybody elseYou find yourself oh sohighwith disregard for anyone but yourselfAnd I know it's hard for youto understand consequenceand I know it's hard for youto not get everything you wantYou get so angry when I don't give you my lifeMy bodyanything I say is cast asideand turned into aworld of you.And you get so hostileWhen someone calls you on your shitand realizes that your just performingand figures out everycalculated move of the gameyou play.You cant have a moment to yourselfNot on the goNot with someoneNot answering your cellYou don't even feel yourselfspiraling into miserythe healthiness has dissipatedThe connection is goneYou know no responsibilityThere's always a way out from all your problemsThere isn't a girl who isn't pulling on your sleeve.or a time where you aren't in t
That GirlAnd she is so whimsical with her curly hairIt falls into her eyes and they guys go wild for herFor every little thing she says and everyway she turnsAnd I stand in the cornerUpset.Upturned.Out done, most of all.Wishing just wishing that I could be like her.I could have the curly hair that falls into my eyes.And the guys would go wild for me.And that I could say stupid things that everyone loves.I cant.Because I'm not.And I long so badly to be her.To be beautiful.And perfect.But I'll never be that girl.
Trophy GoldMaybe I'm not what you expectedBecause I'm not all tall and blondeOr I maybe I should be something differentI've been pleasing you all along.Maybe I'm not what you wanted.You chose me in a desperate rush.Or I maybe I should be something different.I've been keeping a quiet hush.Maybe I'm not what you needed.Because I'm not willing to mold.I won't be something different.You didn't need love, you needed trophy gold.
Gay Marriage Gay Marriage has been something our society has been struggling with for years, for or against, should it be allowed in the catholic church or not? Well, here's your time to shine, leave a comment to say what you think about the situation, and make sure to back yourself up, don't just say "for" or "against" have a reason.Be argumentative.