Next Time?

By FindingbalanceAugust 11, 2022 4:42pm — 20 replies
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The river
ok so i have this image burned into my brain of a thing that never happened between myself and my tf it wont leave me alone so i created a short story for it so maybe it can see its way to a file in my head i am not a visual person that can imagine
To myself
of what use is gold for the forsaken of what use is jewelry and fine wine of what use is a car without driving of what use is sound outside hearing of what use is moving with no place to be of what use life just surviving of what use is love without shar
The middle Ground
lost in visions of the future and plagued by the past wondering aimlessly in the present consumed by regret and lost paths unruly mind torments the heart denial his only comfort hope has become a prison
The day after
laughter of rain in the spring partitions of light mixed with rain smoke dissipated shadows banished hearts open unfettered illusions of distance forgotten
A fool's crown
a heart broken and scrapped by his own hands raked smiling through the pain painted with joy and laughter love turned a way dream abated no more games to be played truth unspoken and pushed away the fools mask drops a man walks away
A letter to my younger self
i wrote this 6 years ago when i was still with my sons dad and my son was only about a year old it was so cathartic to write this and even to read it again all these years later it was in my facebook memories i need to start writing again dear
A kind of love
her dark sweet skin melts on my tongue her fair leads me to paradise but it is you you are the one who puts me down who makes me rise it is our sinful hottest game you re both my mistress and my slave and while these two drive me insane i can t
Alive mm
her dark sweet skin melts on my tongue her fair leads me to paradise but it is you you are the one you put me down you make me rise it is our sinful hottest game you re both my mistress and my slave and while these two drive me insane i can t esc
Alone by Edgar Alan Poe
i prefer to read his works but this narrator is nice to listen to https youtu be mvixu0x9oci
Shadow
i am free from the strain of forming words from my pain once eager ears do not deign to hear the wrenchings from my brain no questioning looks come to me when my eyes are filled with tragedy in fact those glances seem to flee when struck by my solemnity