Life Experiences

Life Experiences  

Birth

Love, hate

Lies, truth

Light, dark

Betrayal, loyalty 

Acceptance, denial 

Need, want

Joy, pain

Alive

Dead 

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A potion of fermented potatoe skins poured over shards of solid water.

Into a shattered teacup, pieced back together with cheap glue. Liquid poured in and it slowly seeps through the cracks. Pooling into the palm of my hands. Running down my arms. It always knicks my lip. Yet I can't bring myself to throw it away. 

Mastering the art of displaying a genuine smile, while masking the pain in my eyes is the ultimate game. Tired of delivering explanations, that seemingly fall on insistently, deaf ears. Perception levels like fathoms of the deep sea.
Scenes replaying in my dreams. Same beginning, different endings.

The Perfect Day

The Perfect Day 

Sun in the sky. 

Very few clouds. 

Walking along the sandy beach. 

Sand squishing between my toes. 

Sunbeams tanning my skin. 

Water enticing, inviting me in.

 Almost trance like I stroll into the cool water, as it accepts me as it's own.

 Deeper and deeper further and further I drift from the shore. Feeling little pebbles underneath my toes as the waves lift me from the floor. 

Begging me to release my stress and let it wash upon the shore. 

No drink in my hand, just the blue sky above me. 

Sun smiling back, confirming my path laid before me. 

Transfiguration

Transfiguration 

I loved hard.

You destroyed me, crushed me into pieces and burned the remains.

I rose from the ashes. Smarter, stronger and faster.

My transfiguration making me more enticing to you. A bigger prize for you to lure and conquer. 

My wings, much stronger than before. Allowing me to fly far from your reach.
I lived. I died. I live again.

I Am

I Am

Fueled by passion and intelligence. Love and pain existing within like Yin and Yang.

Trust in my wings also in the sharpness and swiftness of my blade, I must have.

There's no time to whine over spilt wine. The only options laid before me are to either grab a straw to suck it up, or a rag to clean the mess.

Allowing tears to flow, solely while standing in the rain. So none can be the wiser.
A lady. A mother. A Valkyrie.
The greatest and most dangerous weapon, I am.

Unforgettable

Unforgettable 

It's not the way her dark, soft hair blows in the gentle breeze.

It's not her supple, semisweet chocolate skin.

It's not her inviting lips, that only wish to kiss yours.

It's not the hypnotic sway of her hips and full backside.

It's not her deep soulful eyes, that calms your wild beast within.

It's not her loving touch, that can melt your taut muscles like ice under the bright sun.

It's not the special way she says your name, like no other can.

No!

What made her unforgettable was the way she trusted you, with the best part of herself. 

The way she loved you like no other ever has.

How it seems she was specifically made to perfectly fit with you.

Undeniably your missing puzzle piece. 

The Rose

The Rose

Underneath the luminous glow of a full moon. A lone rose, strongly grew through the snow. It's dark hue, that of a rich Cabernet, elegantly contrasted by the stark whiteness of the snow. The rose's scent and it's loveliness so alluring made it greatly desired. 

Fingers pricked in haste of acquiring the rose. Blood dripping, decorating the snow with warm DNA. Immediate anger from a bruised ego, causing the rose to be tossed away. Cursing it's thorns and the rose's allure. Rose petals blowing in the wind. Even in broken pieces, it held beauty.

 Again, the rose shall bloom. For it's roots run deep. 

Love's Fool

Love's Fool 

You're quick to forget the wrong you did. Snail like to recall the pain you've inflicted. Prompt to remember all my flaws, to use against me. Rapid to think of every reason why it won't work between us. Leaving me acknowledging my wrongs, yet loving you in spite of your equal imperfections. Remembering the pain you caused, but be quicker to forgive. Accepting your flaws as I hoped you'd accept mine. Seeing every reason why our love is worth fighting for. Seeing in you, what I always prayed you'd see in me. Allowing love to make a giant fool of me. 

Identical Difference

Identical Difference 

I know you! You're me and I'm you. You claim to love hard and so do I. I shut down when I'm not heard and so do you. We understand and feel each other, yet there's a miscommunication. I trust you, though I've been hurt. You tread lightly, cause of your past pain. We need each other, though our pain makes us hesitate. We're identically different. 

Tantric

Tantric

Synchronized breathing. Bodies moving in unison. Fingertips lightly grazing upon warm, lust moistened skin. Eyes locked on each other. No words spoken, yet every desire heard, understood and fulfilled. Kissing full lips, tasting indescribable sweetness. Light touches turned into desperate groping. Smooth breathes turned into animalistic grunts. Ecstasy rising along with the temperature. Sweat seductively rolling down hot flesh. Bodies so close, yet longing to be even closer. Reaching Nirvana together. Descending back into individual vessels. Separate, but connected as one.