all of my love

In a flash of silver, he scored her yielding skin. It gave way, like it knew; 

like it welcomed the all too familiar intrusion, and the brutal caress insinuated recusant release.

she watched it, 

small, pulsating, a point object gloating at its own creation, and then another; throbbing beads, connecting to become a micro deluge.

he watched her,and the red reflected in the dark orbs. 

as he watched, the black cracked, myriad crimson rays radiated from its core. 

He swept his hands up and caught hers in a vice; an eerie sense of possession permeated his being. 

Reclusive bohemian eyes turned wild; the raw hunger evident in them; a portrait of obscure passion; as Life dripped down her fingers.

a whimper of pain,

her body vibrated; 

like it knew; like it welcomed the all too familiar intrusion,

eternity, was Now... and life,
forever.

...

on the dull metal, the congealed crimson was now just a repugnant scar. She turned away, her smile profane; depravity had the final dance. yet again, he had succumbed.

a shudder went down his soul

and he hated himself anew.

Pronunciation: \ˈbō-ˌgärt\; Function: transitive verb

[Hey you know, maybe, i need to consciously realise that i know, you know?] 

  (mmm yes, that would help)    

[yeah, if im aware, if i could feel it, if i could sense it every minute
i probably would love myself more
hey you know, maybe, i need to really love myself, to live, you know] 

  (mmm yeah, you... should.) 

[really thats what you think? wow, im feeling so happy right now, happy without being, you know]  

  (mmm you should be) 

[hey you know, i wish i could really love myself
it shouldn't be so difficult
girl
i mean
look at you
wow
and your words
wow
i wish i could do that
love myself
and be comfortable
you love yourself and you love your self
you know] 

  (mmm yeah,
  it's all alright
  really) 

[can i watch when you roll this time?
you're so beautiful
i want to cry]

   (mmm yeah... sure 

 easy now,
 breathe deep
 pass left,
 give dammit!
 you bitch.)

The End .break of Reality.

I've been having blogger trouble(or atleast thats what i hope!) because new updates of the story supposedly have'nt been showing up. This, is just a reminder. Hope you've enjoyed it so far! the story and the wait.

:)

<3

Meg

For the full story   . break of Reality .

Bliss

Late into the night, and the air hangs heavy.
After a series of shitty days and nights, i've been working all day and a high sense of satisfaction is coursing through my mind. High enough to make me laugh at all the power cuts. That is high enough if you know me and my violent outbursts.
My balcony is strategically planned to capture even the lightest drift of wind... I sit on my swing and the whish whoosh just perfectly complements my mood. A song flies by, but of course it should. Fool’s garden, Lemon tree “nothing ever happens and I wonder”
Have you ever wanted to drive through winding roads, the car top down and the wind in your hair? Yes? Hell yeah? thought so.
But to feel like you ARE treading unknown paths when swinging in your own front yard, this I attribute to the transporting power of music (and my hyper active creativity, but we’ll get to that later)

... ...
Song-on-loop. Playing every riff, not missing a beat.
Mind drifts, thinks, drifts some more. I feel every word enveloping my mind and more thoughts come. It’s like watching one of those movies unfold, you know, where the colours and words swirl around and then freeze at the prefect scene. Complete with background music, special effects et al.

I’m amazed at how much is trapped inside of me.

Bliss and realization

the original post was here 



I’m amazed at how much is trapped inside of me.
... ...
Distant horizon, a slow twirl of the mind and I see it forming.
Something deep inside of me knows that this picture, I must see painted.
There’s red and blush pink, there’s a hint of yellow.
Strands of colour and a dark form.
Years might pass and i could sit here watching the scene unfold.
It begins to fill with light.
It fascinates, the light beckons.
Dire anticipation. Sweet longing. Secret fear. 


Woof! Taffy sees a doggy friend.
My reverie is broken.
as the trees fold into focus i see fleeting glimpses of the unfinished frame...
lilting tunes fading
And then, like the crescendo that was never anticipated...
Realization dawns.

And I, Smile.