Then declined two more forms of id. Then argued with me for ten mins about giving my id back making me show up to the next gas station exactly one min after they stopped selling alcohol.
So I went back to the gas station and pissed all over the driver side door of his car.
Fuck you clerk.
If the editors like him he must be worth following!
But lets ignore anything else he posts and then unfollow him if he isn’t featured again soon!
Nerds.
You really need to stop relying on the editors to decide what is or isn’t worth reading.
There are thousands of posts going up every five mins that will never even be read because they don’t have a blue tag. Its sad.
A heavy head over stumbling feet
until thy bed dreams and fears do not meet
Sinking hope, lost in thought
By spiders web our hearts are caught
Porcelain flesh and wicked taunts
A ghostly desire to forever haunt
Drowning in devotion and whispered sins
A shouted memorial lost in the wind
Seeking her, I call thy name
A love lost once is never the same
So pray your communion and worship loud
Or break the trust and erase the vow
Nightfall
Silence
Daybreak
Silence
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall
Through snow, wind, rain and all.
Silence
They wait
remains beneath our feet
Forgotten a generation after their demise
Left in silence the untended stones
Rotting above
as the empty shells rot below
Once love and hate and joy and fear
Life living unbridled and free
Entombed
beneath
They repopulate
The gardens of stone.
When you’re not around.
Misleading eyes
and pleading lips
Her deceitful tongue
and devilish hips
She begs
take me away
Please take me away from all this
and for a moment I do
but for all her lies and all her tricks
She never could catch my heart.
As she lay in bed examining her thoughts only one seemed to cut through the mess and stress of a long week. It was desire. Her desire for him. The one she wouldn’t let herself have.
He was crass, vulgar, aggressive, cocky and antagonistic.
She was shy, gentle, reserved, passive and polite.
But she couldn’t help the way she felt. She couldn’t stop his face from popping into her mind. And what worried her most was the fact that she was beginning to look forward to these encounters in her fantasies. They’d been conversing every now and then but had yet to spend any time alone. She wasn’t sure that was a good idea, she wasn’t sure she could trust herself in that situation. So for now she would be content with the coy flirting, the brief embraces, the playful conversations. And most of all the scenes she played out in her mind which ran something like a late night soft core porn with a heavy focus on romance and dialogue.
She closed her eyes and let her hands wander over her soft flesh as she imagined the way he would caress her.
He laid her down on her bed and sat by her side to study her in the soft glow of the candles, he watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed in and out, her heart beat quickening the breaths with anticipation for his touch. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder softly, his lips dragged across her collarbone to the side of her neck and up to her ear. He paused there to whisper in her ear, his breath hot and needy on her skin.
She felt herself flush and moisten at his suggestion. It was so outside her normal behavior, not something she’d ever think to do and she felt herself struggling with the choice. In the end his power over her won out, his allure was too strong and she felt herself complying to his demands.
He watched her as she let her hands wander across her breasts, pausing briefly at her nipples before making their way down her stomach and between her legs. He watched her as she pleasured herself in front of him and he found himself enraptured. This lovely and beautiful yet ever so innocent sex goddess lay before him her fingers invading her very essence raising his arousal to heights he’d never known.
He went back to kissing her, making his way from her lips down her jawline and down to her chest. He could feel her breathing speed up as he made his way down her stomach to her thighs where he began to playfully nip and tickle. Teasing her ever so softly while she made love to herself. He reached forward with his tongue just as she raised her hips ever so slightly to encourage him. He tasted her just a bit at first but then more and more. As he delved into her she continued the short tight circles she had begun working on her clit. The faster she went the further he did, pushing himself into her, sucking, licking, chewing, devouring every last inch of her he could reach.
The more her feasted on her the more she felt herself building to something she’d never felt before. It was as if a freight train were coming from deep within her, the tracks rumbled and the whistle could be heard from miles and miles away. She reached down and pulled him to her by his hair. He kissed her on the lips and she whispered in his ear.
His eyes grew wide and she smiled at him and nodded. Reaffirming her wishes.
His hesitation was only momentary. He thrust himself into her in one motion. She cried out in surprise as he filled her from side to side and deeper than she thought she went. As he slowly pulled himself out she felt each and every inch. He thrust into her again and she dug her fingernails into his back. She could feel him pulsating inside of her and her mind began to warble as the train grew nearer.
He maintained a slow and steady pace in and out of her and with each thrust her eyes bulged just a little and her fingers gripped him a bit tighter. He could feel her wrapping around him like a glove, her cheeks were bright red and her breath had quickened to short bursts. She moaned into his ear and he knew it was coming.
The volcano erupted as the train reached its station and a deafening scream was heard throughout. Her body shook and trembled as she held onto him for dear life.
Her body finally began to calm and her breathing returned to normal.
She opened her eyes and wiped the sweat from her brow.
She rolled to her side and looked at the empty spot in her bed.
And once again
she longed.
Don’t listen to tumblr.
You haven’t done anything wrong.
Your ancestors crimes are not yours.
Just be a good person and you don’t have to feel guilty about anything.
Have left.
And anyone I thought of as a “friend”
has vanished entirely.
Am I imagining things
or am I suddenly more alone than
before?
Ken left his apartment and began the walk to the end of the hall, in approximately sixty feet and six inches he would find himself at her door. He’d had his eye on the short blonde since she’d moved into his complex some three weeks ago. As of yet he’d been entirely unsuccessful in his attempts to strike up a conversation. He’d sat across from her at the pool but she’d been reading and he didn’t want to disturb her. He’d seen her struggling up the steps with her arms full of groceries but Tim from across the hall had beaten him to her rescue. He’d even ended up alone in the elevator with her but just as he’d started to open his mouth, her cell phone rang and she took the call. Today however was going to be his day, he was going to stop waiting for a lucky bounce and make his own luck. He was headed directly to her door and well, if he struck out, at least he’d go down swinging.
“The count is 2-0 here in the bottom of the ninth, two outs, two on and the Rangers trail by two. Carpenter checks the sign, shakes him off and checks again, heres the wind up and the pitch, swing and a miss! Strike one! Hamilton was swinging for the fences on that one.”
As he made his way down the hall towards her apartment he found himself studying his surroundings in a way he had never before felt the need to. He noticed the discoloration in the carpet, the seams in the shoddily applied wallpaper, the doors on the right side of the hallway had fresh coats of paint while the doors on the left side were flaking and fading. He noticed Toms door was missing its number, the middle eastern family across from Tom had a silver doorknob as opposed to the gold everyone else had, and he noticed that he was almost to her door and couldn’t remember the spiel he’d rehearsed for half an hour before leaving. He’d been so focused on everything around him in an attempt to keep his mind off of how nervous he was that he’d forgotten just what it was he was going to say.
“This home crowd has raised to a fever pitch here in Arlington Texas. Their Rangers are down to their final two strikes in game seven of the World Series. Carpenter has his sign, he winds, he delivers, Hamilton smashes a long arcing drive down the left field line!! This one could get out!! Ohh it is foul by just a few feet and the Rangers are now down to their final strike.
Ken stopped in front of her door and paused to collect his thoughts. He went over his plan in his head. Keep it simple, be direct, exude confidence, keep it simple, be direct, exude confidence, keep it simple, be direct, exude confidence. Introduce yourself, compliment her, ask her if she would like to get together. Easy enough, right? Of course it is. He was an attractive enough guy, well groomed and fit. And so what if she does say no? Is that really such a big deal? He will just tell her it was nice to meet her and that he will see her around the complex and then just go about his day. See her around the complex, yeah he will see her around the complex. She lives at the end of his hall, they share a pool, a laundry room, the rec area on the first floor. Surely that won’t be entirely awkward due to her informing him of his not being good enough to even consider a date with. A decision that could be based only on his looks as she knows little to nothing about him. Nope, not awkward at all.
“This is it folks, Hamilton, the last hope of the Rangers is down to his final strike, one more swing and miss and the Cardinals are World Series Champions. From the belt, and this one is juuuuuuuust a bit outside. And the count is now full at thee balls and two strikes. Make or break pitch coming here from Carpenter.
Ken breathed in slowly and out steadily, he calmed his heart and reached forward to knock on the door. Nothing.
He waited. He thought to himself. ”Maybe she isn’t even home, maybe this was all for nothing” He heard some rustling behind the door. She was home. The door swung in and there she stood. She came to about his chin, she stared up at him with piercing blue eyes, smiling from underneath a messy mop of bleached blonde hair with just a hint of dark roots showing. She wore a tight fitting black t-shirt with a bright green zombie on the front of it, her short sleeves showed off multiple tattoos of the seemingly common theme of horror movies. Her black skinny jeans were offset by her neon green studded belt and green converse all-stars. She was if anything, intimidating. She smiled and offered a hello. He fumbled a bit, off to a bad start.
“Hi, I’m Ken”
“Hi, I’m Barbie”
Ken laughed nervously and replied
“Ohh um, what a strange coincidence”
“I’m just fucking with you dude, my name is Jessica, my parents weren’t fucking retarded”
She laughed in a way that made him feel more like he was being laughed at than laughed with.
He plowed ahead undeterred.
“Well I’ve seen you around the building and I really like your style, I was wondering if maybe you would want to get together sometime, maybe for drinks or something?”
“Oh, yeah sure, that sounds like fun. Just ya know, don’t try to fuck me or anything, I’m totally fucking gay.” ”See ya around”
And with that she slammed the door in his face.
Leaving him alone with his confusion and a whole new set of insecurities.
“Swing and a miss! He is out! And thats a winner!! A World Series Winner for the Cardinals! The players are storming the field and all has gone quiet here in Arlington as the fans sit in a stunned silence!
Slowly but surely the night has slipped away
What once was can never be again
For I am the only man who can show you what freedom truly is
Give yourself over to me
Trust in the words I speak
and follow closely
Silently we must go
For they make their rounds near midnight
and judging by the moon I would say the hour draws near
The first to fall shall be the damnedest of us all and in hell we shall visit him nary twice a year with arms overflowing in gifts of gratitude we shall march through the games of Hades and deliver to him a short reprieve. Known for all time as a prince among men, his legacy shall give birth to noble sons and lovely daughters for whom temples are built and songs are written.
On my wings men
Clutch tightly
and speak swiftly
Do spill the secrets of ancient times
Has our story been written
are we simply playing our parts
reading our lines
and following stage directions which lead us to our doom?
Lie if you must, but know this, when the dust has settled and the smoke has cleared, it will be the winners who write the history books. So be steady and aim true. Kill with your hearts and not with your minds for the instinct of man is self preservation. And what truly matters in the end is not which side was right but which side held the might.
For you see I am man and all that I am is all that I can be and all that we can ever hope for is to be free.
So do what you must and do what you will
Do it for truth, not the thrill of the kill
Is this poetry spoken by a poet
Or a death rattle choked from the throat of a tyrant
I ask you to do your best to heed my advice
I ask that you pay close attention to the words I speak
Sing me true as if your life depends upon it.
The last time we speak will be recorded into history as an epic on par with homers tale of a journey in search of home. Because after all isn’t that what we all hope for? A grand adventure with many trials and tribulations which eventually lands us in the arms of our lover? And to hold her close as she whispers in your ear while caressing your flesh in the way only a best friend can. Not the pleasures of a whore but the familiar warmth of true loves embrace
Just ate, can’t exercise on a full stomach.
Its Monday, should have started Sunday, thats the official beginning of the week.
Haven’t eaten yet, can’t exercise on an empty stomach.
My arm hurts.
I think I might be coming down with a cold.
I just took a shower, don’t want to get all sweaty.
Its cheat day.
This movie is due back at the Red Box tonight.
Need to check my facebook notifications
Its Columbus day.
Stayed up all night on tumblr, really should get some sleep.
I just need to finish one more level on this game.
I don’t have enough time to get a proper stretch in.
Forgot my headphones
Can’t do it in these shoes
Its Sunday, I’ll start on Monday.
I slipped out of bed and walked towards the bathroom
“It isn’t a big deal, it happens to lots of guys, its just the whiskey”
She called after me
I shut the door behind me and flicked on the light. I stared into the mirror, the harsh white glow of the fluorescent lights made my skin appear even paler than it actually was.
I laughed in my head.
It wasn’t the whiskey, it was her. It was the familiar smell of her bedroom, the lavender reminded me of you. It was the way she locked her fingers in my hair pulling me towards her as I made her cum with my tongue. It wasn’t the whiskey keeping me from penetrating her, it was my heart.
It was her face and the way her pale green eyes reminded me of yours. It was her voice as she laughed and called out my name reminding me again and again that she wasn’t you.
I told her not to talk but she didn’t listen.
I flipped her over and tried to fuck her from behind. I closed my eyes tight and pictured your body but it just felt all wrong.
She felt all wrong.
This isn’t the first time this has happened but it seems to be a more and more frequent occurrence lately.
I leave the bathroom and climb back into bed, she is already beginning to doze off, happy with the orgasm I provided, perhaps disappointed in her inability to raise my spirits or my cock. I kiss her on the back of the neck and pull her close to me with an arm around her stomach and one under the pillow.
My arm would fall asleep in this position, if I kept it up too long but I won’t, because as soon as she is asleep I roll to the other side of the bed and begin contemplating my escape.
If it were you I would have welcomed those pins and needles all night long.
