in fact, not at all mine,
love words, soft hugs,
falsification is the promise.
in fact, not at all mine,
love words, soft hugs,
falsification is the promise.
Honey, this is the second plate of popcorn, with butter, your favorite. The movie is about to be finished, we need to go to bed, it is 11:45pm baby. I put on the purple satin long night dress, a new perfume tempts your imagination to new horizons of the dark corner in our bedroom. I know I haven’t done much to please you since last summer, but I promise to take it up to the limits where you will rush home after work to rest your troubled head on my slim belly as you used to do on the beach. Last summer we had great fun. Baby, why don’t we plan our vacation to the west coast next summer. I will be done with my diet. You will adore my bikini then. Mum will take care of the kids for a week.
I miss your arms around my waist pushing me closer. I love your performance and smell. Baby, time to go to bed before I lose the fantasy your smell takes me to. The popcorn dish is still full, and you did not even taste your green tea. I will clean up everything in the morning, I did the same this morning.
Sorry honey, it must be mum calling. Hi mum, yes; we are still on the sofa watching TV and enjoying the evening. Dear bay; I have been telling you since last summer that your husband has passed away, Please, mercy us. Gosh, she disconnected again.
works that make sense all the time..
Please stay for a while love, just to conclude the butterfly tattoo on the curvy waist;
Evident symptoms, Contagious lust leads our sphere;
Timely limitless objective; Abandon awkward self-control;
Adored art-creating feminine locations; Surrounding a curve;
Charming corrupted thoughts; High spirit leads narcissism;
I can still see through her bones; A fantastic crisis style;
Defected fake ethics further sharpened nails and teeth; Summer surrenders on her lips;
Winter got even warmer; Once ready, simulate deepest un-natural necessities;
Namely; Baseless crucial judgement; Mindfully insane;
Suddenly; Attracting emotional insecurity;
Never ending lovely fatigue; eternally speechless as if it is a first date;
A further victory; Scarce responsible picks hurts; breathless;
Prolific fuming persistence dims sunshine; losers’ season;
Allure her final death; extreme dying wins;
Apologies honey; No Tattoo tonight.
no wonder you are confused,
one step and they will get you used,
they are out there, almost everywhere;
mainly in a under ware,
craving for your stares,
taken even upstairs,
flooded with summer rainy storm,
no time to escape home,
face features plummeted at dawn;
frozen and used effectively,
tearing your kidney, symptoms disappeared,
you knew it, confusion faded..
all of a misery, suddenly,
they got your heart out.
know them, feel them, heal them;
anyway, even unconscious by midnight,
they are still your bloody feelings.
Back in 1201, a war broken out between no one, a couple who slowly recognized that their marriage was as if sliding over a cliff to a deep disagreement. They used to put each other down since they started their relationship nine years ago. A dark relationship with a nurse on a Friday night, no regret; no need to forget it, it is exhausting now on wards were Sky-high dreams and plans started fading, divorce loomed and looks possible before Christmas with the arrival of the first pregnancy.
As the couple spent years in disagreement, their only kid lost many chances to be at school. Instead, every spring he flees the house to the nearby forest for a peace of mind. A destiny that guided him to be blessed with total ignorance in the age of artificial intelligence.
The neighbors, living in the only cottage at the forest, a post office man and his wife enjoyed arguing in anger generating load voices and sometimes noises that looks like household stuff being thrown from upstairs striking weak wooden walls and in some unfortunate incident a hit on a face.
The wife was so young; only five years older than the kid. Today he is an unavoidable charming nineteen years old seven feet high muscular curvy brown-haired gentleman. The postman lost his wife who never loved with him.
When I was a child, I missed my education, love for horse riding when the post office man convinced my father that I will be happy and forced me to marry him, is was death, life just got frozen, she murmured, laid her head on his chest and finally enjoyed a deep blooms yummy breath. She escaped back to her youth. Now, I will be no longer forgotten.
miserable, you are,
flowers paled, happily,
mercury drifted morning winds,
Dancers hated your wounds, scarves,
rest assured, Granny is there for you …
she loves you even if,
leaves abandon skinny trees, and
your sun burns; she adores you,
Enjoy dispelled hope and memories never retrieved,
pointless as speechless;
bleeding dark hatred.
Beloved winter, remedy narrow graves;
pick her up from underneath, and
be nice to her; definitely nice.
Eventually, bottom Oak tree branch will fail under increasing consignments from a supreme thicker one that has thicker and bigger leaves. Leaves that allowed no sunshine to nourish deprived skinny branch that had always been thirsty for sunlight. Apes swings around under leave’s shade enjoying free food; breeding in summer. Forgotten the long lived agony’s ember. Life just got so neutral after Tarzan’s departure to the gambling city. Failed again to promote forest’s life as gamblers fancied contemporary fashion trends. Tarzan, dare you yoga or say yes to renounce ancient beliefs rooted within weak branches. Symptoms of Alzheimer, inequality of leaves poisoned authentic social ties within butterfly’s society as they fear wild snakes with faces looks more like wicked witch’s on a broom; Tarzan, remember her hair cut?
On the top branches stood the hungry eagles staring in patience at the occupants in the shed bellow. Eagle’s babies expecting a fresh tasty meal. An early morning promise made by their muscular father prior the departure. Quarterly, frogs ranks eagle’s devoted ethos as they gain weight. Branch can no longer absorb sharp nails tightness. Never disdained polluted Autumn’s wild wind, the branch’s lungs can take it no more; such a past time sin’s fulfillment. Forest, passed away in serenity before dawn. Centuries back, in a perilous valley, drunk lizards celebrated stitching forest’s bloody dreadful coffin. Black warmth at midnight gifted nasty lizards’ tinny rotten arrogance. Hey ya Elephant, while pregnant keep both eyes open, your forest might be next to die in peace ? Endlessly private.
Born in a detached village on a carpet in a cold cottage basement. Late November 1712, it was snowing heavenly and his father just stood hopeless as the mother gave birth to a cute baby girl minutes before she took the last breath. He had to suffer for two days in front of the body till he had the chance to bury his wife without even a decent funeral. At least she gave birth to their first child. She was ‘Bianca’, a name the mother has always dreamed of calling her daughter by.
The father used to get up before sunrise to reach his potato farm that fed the family for years. Bianca could not accompany her father as she was born with paralyzed legs. The father spent twelve years trying to heal Bianca’s illness but unfortunately it was incurable. He felt the guilt and poverty tightened his ability to offer anything. he sold the farm, the house, and all their belongings including Bianca’s mother cheap weeding dress trying to find a cure; useless. Father drove Bianca to the neighbor’s cottage. His body was found after three weeks by the river side in the farm he sold with left hand’s veins cut.