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Tormented
Tormented by a wall of terrifying movement, It sat twirling Its head around in discomfort and insanity. Not for very long did It wait when the episode subsided and Its head retracted from the many places around him it had been. Its skin twitched and tightened, leaving Its mind in anguish. It counted out two, then quickly three little pills, which it took glancing in every direction. It avoided the senses of Its surrounding shadows, and the layers peeled from the walls in a moment where Its frozen body was turned away. Another episode was beginning again...
By Chaffee Wood8 years ago in Poets
7 Letters: Letter 2
To My Favorite Daydream, Do you know you’re in every scenario that I can think of? There’s one where I wake up in the morning, and the first thing I smell is the scent of your aftershave on my pillow. It's the most delicious scent. So masculine and strong. The aroma causes a soft and hazy smile to form on my dry lips, like a woman after her first mind-blowing climax, or letting chocolate melt and spread over your taste buds after weeks of dieting. There’s another particular scenario in which I come home from a long day of work, completely sodden from head to toe due to the heavy rains outside our windows that matched my mood. I have my usual frown on my face but then I see you appear from my bedroom, in nothing but black boxer shorts and a cup of coffee in your hand. Your glasses are falling off of the bridge of your crooked nose and I can't help but giggle at the sight. You do that you know, make everything better by doing nothing at all, by remaining a figment of my imagination, because otherwise you’d be real and we can't have that. I love molding you into my perfect summer day, and having you in front of me, alive, breathing, sighing beneath me, it would only cause this dysfunctional heart to stop beating.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
How Much Does Music Mean?
Words are limiting when it comes to music, no letters can be arranged to form a perfect answer as to how powerful and simply beautiful music is. There is music for everything, a 3 minute song can pull out so much love, loss, tears, revelations and wave after wave of connection to something that has no mouth yet can speak louder than anything else. The words of music wrap a person hold them tightly and whisper words of promise and hope, it is a life line and an intertwining oak of pure passion and comfort. Music will hold your hand, music knows what’s being buried beneath a facade of smiles and joy, it cries with words unlike any other, it can touch a part of a person that is hidden away from everything else. It is warmth and love and tenderness and wisdom and a hand to hold on to when no one else offers theirs. If feeling and emotions could speak, it would speak music.
By Aaron Wale8 years ago in Poets
