Clinging onto faded photographs Rigid poses that were choreographed Blurred bodies and echoed laughs Locked in stasis for a time and a half A mirror to glance into the past Sparking memories specific and vast Faces of Youth gone too fast Fleeting moments were never meant to last A tool invented allows us to remember Sunsoaked summers and chilled Decembers Waves of joy and hearts in embers A time conserved together Hollowe...
Baby… Oh, baby… My sweet baby… You’re the one… To understand the way forward, the road to the future, one must go back in time… It can be said that love can sometimes be strange as it can also be said that love is eternal though what can be stranger or more strange than anything ever associated with love is to be caught in a loop with a part to play to keep love in order, for one particular relationship to ever come about...
Frank Baldwin stared out the window of his office. The lights of downtown Eversham shone before him. Usually, the mayor smiled when he looked out at those lights. A lifelong resident who had been the city’s mayor for twelve years, Frank was pleased and proud with the work he had done to improve the city. Tonight, though, he gazed out at them and sighed. It was looking like twelve years was enough for the citizens of Evers...
I´d never thought it would end this, I´d never thought we would part, I´d never thought of time as an enemy, I´d never thought you would leave me. Still, fear not, I have seen you sneaking, just to escape, just to hide, just to go. You did not know me that well, I guess, just one word would have been enough, my love and desire are not based on chains, those are just props for enhancing foreplay.
She. He stopped texting her, all of a sudden. She could not understand why, since he had asked her to be his completely, to belong to him out of her own will. She had found this disturbing and enticing at the same time. The nature of her feelings for him drove her to him in ways others would not have thought possible. These others would maybe have felt asphyxiated by his demands but in her case, she glorified in them. S...
She wrote about him all the time, she never mentioned his name again, she wrote about her love and her lust, she wrote not taking any needed breaks. She just wrote about her sadness, about his absence and her bereavement, she wrote to extract all from memories, to erase him from her suffering mind, she wrote to welcome solitude at last. Still, it was no use, her memory revived him, her time with him became stronger, he wa...
Living by proxy in your mind, with just the promise of my surrender. Living by proxy in my own skin, with just the memory of a few encounters. Living by proxy in a fleeting time with just the solitude left by your absence.
In the old city of canals, of narrow winding streets, in the city of dark waters and bridges of mystery, there is a time when all stops and goes back to centuries ago... Trust me, in this beloved city I met you once, in times long gone, you loved me once and I let you go... I was foolish, still, I loved you so! In the old city of canals and bridges, you and I loved each other furiously, with a passion that burned like ice...
One day we can sit together, in a quiet garden with no flowers, with white statues watching us. Then we can remember our many attempts at love while a pale sun hits our hearts and a cold breeze kisses us. One day we can remember and cry for lost hours, smile at our escapades fondly and then return to ourselves. Lost in each other for a while we may still find the sealed door that guards time and memory. And maybe then we...
That sanctuary is still there.In the valley where the live oaks growScattered across the landscape of hope.Turn down the lane to where the wonderful one is waving,Beckoning as you come down the hill.Down the hill to your singular home once more.You've been here before.Been here and welcomed,Always welcome.Embraced in the open arms of acceptance,And never any regrets.Only the landscape of hope.Always the honor of being lov...
Teardrops In TheChampagne Our place that we first met, Has closed and is no more. I enter what is left of it, Stepping through its shattered door. As I gaze upon the dust covered tables, And the paint peeling off the walls. I remember the day you proposed to me, And other memories that recalls. Now here I stand in the darkened gloom; I know not what to do. Those feelings of sorrow within this old heart, My love, I so miss...
I lift the pen, it feels leaden in my hand. I curl my fingers around the grip, my words feel heavy and hard to grasp. I heave a sigh and smooth back my raven black hair. How can I write what needs to be said? How can I show how much I care? How can I apologize for the past? What can I say to wash out the pain? What can I do to earn trust again? I open the drawer, and the scent of paper wafts out. I lift one sheet out and...
Hidden in a church’s bell tower, I crouched as I aimed my rifle towards a black Audi down below. The target was a man with a dragon tattoo on his arm. I felt the trigger, viewing him through the scope as he alighted. A bullet in the head was all it needed. I saw the tattoo and was about to shoot when my prey smiled and looked straight at me. I recognized the face of the man I once loved as he stood there waiting mockingly...
Nostalgia - Adrian Gabardo Today I remembered, that old place I used to sleep in, those four white walls within I used to reside, much alike the ones where my eyes shall close tonight. I remembered, the feeling of misplacement I used to feel, the melancholy that runned through my veins, rotting me inside. Why do I remember? Why have I forgotten the summer? Is it because winter's nearing? I feel the cold slowly freezing my...
Don’t lookWhy not?How can it hurt? Don’t askWhy not?I want to learn It’s doneIt’s goneUntied to you I want The factsWhat did he do? PretendThere’s notA way to know In timesOf yoreThat would be so These daysIt’s thereFor all to see Just lookYou’ll findNo mystery SimplyA searchAnd follow clues The lureIs strongUnearth the truth But notBecauseYou really care What cameBeforeYou were a pair The goalWhen youConstruct the past...
