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Inspiration
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Posted:Sep 17, 2007 6:01 am
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2007 3:52 am
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I was invited to shop again [post 1043359]...*smiles* It took my mind from the last bump..sorry it was a nasty one..and thank you for all your kindness sent my way...
...for you
Crow caws out..
passion amiss
beckoning me
awakening me
as painted orange skies
herald a new dawn
a day...no other like it
soothing..the pulsing mind
Lay back and dream
dream of him
his touch
breathing in unison
quiet laughter not to wake him
turn head slowly and look upon his face
ahhh but those lips
how intense they can make me feel
yet ..
in the dawn hours how soft
and silent
but they know
they know the pleasure they can wrought from me
pursing against moist folds
they must know what they do
surely...
Now in the weaning night shadows
I feel it ..then make out its shape
laying silently
His hand laying unmoving upon my stomach
following the rise and fall
of each of my breaths
smiling as a lil twitch makes the fingers move slightly..
like a spider waking
wondering..dreaming
why this web..must build anew
No no don't giggle
hold it fast and think
think of something else
lest you wake him
break the silent spell
of enchantment that he exists..with you
breathing softly in time with you
Ohh his foot finds mine and slowly slides up my lower leg..
coming to a pause
holding my breath...waiting
feeling the weight gently press down against my leg from his
yes
he slumbers still
Reaching out quietly..
flesh to flesh meetings
of the hands means something
moving my hand against my skin towards his..
finding the opening...
small enough for me to slip in
unnoticed
fingers first..under his..mmmm so warm
safe
My thumb slowly wrapping around his
anchoring to him
closing my eyes again..breathing deeply
feeling the smile radiate from within...
His hand curls over mine and holds it gently
turning my head
looking over at him
seeing a smile
eyes unopened
a blush rises
knowing..knowing he watched me
felt me
knew me
wanted...me
Blowing him a kiss
he caught it in his fist smiling broadly
for me.
©ShyWhisper2006
Thanks Rob for the use of some of your words...*smiles*
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Real..?
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Posted:Sep 14, 2007 12:07 pm
Last Updated:Sep 29, 2007 1:35 pm
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Am I?...Real that is..?
Perhaps...to some ..more than others..I am.
TO myself...it is debatable.
Would if I could write this character of my life..believable...not to many...to me..all too much so.
Asked if I could change it would I....
Some days yes..for easy it was not.
"what does not kill us makes us stronger"
So they say..and good days..yes I believe it...bad days...*shakes head*
I breathe..I feel..I think..I care..and bleed when cut.
By all outwardly appearances I am very real.
DO I want to be at times?
No...if someone would have told me how this life of mine would be ..back when I thought like all little girls of white sparkling wedding dresses and days of magic...what was in store...I would have laughed hiding the chill that surely would have accompanied such a tale.
Surely they jest..no way is that...possible...No..no it is supposed to be nice and sweet and smell like fresh baked bread and cookies and roast on the weekends.
Laughter and smiles and never lacking for safety or warmth or security.
Lifeless bodies..would be in horror films..left in the darkened theater not to look back upon...not held in your arms..nor looked upon...
Violence would not be outside the door and echoing off the moonlit walls of a 's bedroom night..after night after night.
Monsters would be in stories..where closing the book put them away..until you felt brave again..not in your own home..looking at you with a hideous grin and breath laced with putrid fumes
Nights would not last forever waiting for the sounds to stop..for the noise to end..for the dawn to bring a safety unseen of light..chasing away known enemies
Loving hands would not be used to hurt..to harm...to punish beyond the crime
Tears would be shed in joy and not in fear and pain...
Sports equipment would be used for sports and not as weapons of defense.
Make it up...in a heart beat....make believe..no horror film screenplay could remain so vivid after so long.
Am I real? Hell yeah I am so real it hurts at times beyond what some can imagine. Made up...never...I lived it and still do..now it is memories..but as real as the day they happened.
I am real..cautious..learning trust...shy...silent of hurt...fearful...defensive...angry...barricaded in my own fort of my making...but to preserve what is left..what is really me...it is better than it was...at times overwhelming..and hard to bear..so hard to talk about and release...slowly it is...so slowly.
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Posted:Sep 11, 2007 4:15 am
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2007 12:29 am
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New words for the day...
Reclusive
Negative
argumentative
not "Real"
I Hate bloody assumptions!!!!!
Fine ..so I am an unfeeling reclusive shy argumentative FAKE being!
COOL
And they wonder why I have a f**king hard time getting comfortable enough to meet anyone...screw it...
Tell you what...just assume the worst kind of individual and tag it onto me..
And they call themselves professional mature males...BAH
PS...I feel safe in this community of bloggers to vent..in this manner..it rarely happens but I do appreciate the ability to do so...remaining quiet for many years did not help me...thank you all.
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Ready..?...a repost
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Posted:Sep 9, 2007 9:12 pm
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2007 1:29 am
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Voices in the night
whispering of their desire
stroking the soft cheek
of another
trust the voice that flows through your system
that caresses your core
with fantasies untold
of yearnings sought after
Daring a taste
of another's essence
to lick against heated flesh
feel the quiver of need beneath
rising of moans from needs deserved
Please...please take me
to that place of myth
that others speak of
that others boast about
That seems so unattainable
to a shy one
Take me on that journey of discovery of all that two can create
inflame the desire held within
release it
Be forewarned
it may want more
insatiable with the right one
who wishes to seek it out
wild and uninhibited for your pleasure willing to give in to unselfish lust
hands entwined above the head
as hard flesh presses against soft folds
entering warm wetness again and again
till it reaches fever pitch
wanting till the need is satisfied
thrust past the barriers and limitations
grasp the hip of knowing
thrust again past any doubt
cry out for more
unwilling to end
begging to continue
look into the eyes of lust unfolding
sliding into the warmth of another
becoming one for a moment
limbs entangled
breaths echoing off each other
petite mort coming close
held in its grip
hearts beating wildly
reach out for it
speeding towards the wall
dig in ...hold on
cry out your arrival
shudder with the ease of the body
to give in to another
sigh with the completeness
the sated wee beast
till it awakens again...
are you ready for more?
©ShyWhisper2006
originally posted 5/18/2006
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Sparks
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Posted:Sep 7, 2007 6:14 am
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2007 3:53 am
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Hold my hand in yours
Feel the way I tremble in your arms
As each thunderous explosion above us
Painting the sky in colors
The soft gasp escapes from my lips
I am full of wonder
Is the smile on my face
Yours...or the joy in my being
From childlike pleasures
Waiting with bated breath
to be startled again and again
by the echoing bursts of colors around us
At last the cannons go silent
As my heart settles in next to yours,
my smile returns
After so long, this day feels so right.
©ShyWhisper2006
*Another garage sale from sidechickneeded yielded the italicized treasure.
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Disappointed
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Posted:Sep 3, 2007 6:01 am
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2007 12:25 am
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I was going to write about something I was wondering about and blog a lil lighter than most recent posts...only to change my mind...
I went through my watch list and visited....
I am so disappointed in people....how does one live with themselves knowing they have hurt another?
Is it a hobby with some? A past time to get off on? Playing with others to the point of running them off...and then what sit back and smile that another was destroyed?
Each name ...each handle..is someone...it matters not what the outer package looks like .,..it is a PERSON...living breathing heart beating...you get the picture...
TO lose sight of another...is wrong...and will only come back to you...
TO treat others unfairly or cruelly..to play someone in such a heartless way...there are no words or names to describe it..none that I wish to speak...
Do you know ...really know..how that person is feeling at any given moment?
Will you be the one that will be the straw that breaks them?
Can you live with that?
We all have our personal flaws...no one..NO ONE is PERFECT...thank f**king goodness!
Whether it is they way we smile when pleased...or how we laugh when amused..how we delight in simple things that others take for granted..it is our joy...
I feel your words...all of you...in your blogs ..in your comments..I truly feel things very strongly..it is a part of me and dammit...it hurts reading what some do to others...
We all have our own demons to deal with..but to be part of someones turmoils..make them hurt in any way...I wont be a part of that...it is not in me to do so....
Play nice....so simple yet...overlooked by too many it seems...
A new day dawns...for some...not for others...
Think about it...
Will you be a cause to another's sadness...or will you not?
Be well my friends...*hugs*
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Fallen
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Posted:Aug 30, 2007 4:39 am
Last Updated:Sep 13, 2007 12:54 pm
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Hollowed out eyes
unseeing of light
CRACK the whip
against unfeeling flesh
Rivulets of pain seeping
from minuscule pores
Puddle of hope
spreading on the floor
Leash will not lead
Harness won't bind
Tethers cannot hold
shadows of once was
Watchmaker, find me another
time piece
This one was shattered
wasted away
How many sorrys
piled up at the door
Echoing off madness
to fall on the floor
The key was to ease
the pain
not to increase it
Deaf ears may hear it
against the din
say it
mean it
again and again.
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Bits...and snippets
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Posted:Aug 29, 2007 2:26 am
Last Updated:Sep 2, 2007 4:16 pm
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Bear with me...it may get bumpy for a bit...
Round and round and entranced...swirling ..meshing...a hint of a smile...
SHouts..."No more sleeping...You cannot sleep so long"
...round and round and the water flows...flows in torrents ..swirling away the dust the grime the remainder of time
and it played on...and on
Take me in your arms ..it cannot be done...it is tricky at best as I evaporate into the mist
to the regions unknown un named in eternal darkness
safer amid the dark...no one can see
Pull out the dipstick check the depth...
Not far enough...farther need to go deeper
echos of melodies...images of the past hurtling faster and faster ...blurring the scenery
Why do you weep? silent pain etching the flesh...will it show under the darkest of lights...on the brightest of days?
Move on move on..look forward not back...no one remains back there..no one knows
ink on the stall wall..."call Home"
silent yet thunderous in her ears
Hear it?...Hear the roar swallowing up the past...candles flicker with sobs
straining melody of harmonious voices...clips of moments...another lock box in the mind..holding the good...in the corner is the other
the one which holds the bad...
it cannot be ignored..no matter how thick the walls around it are built...when ignored it rattles...to make its presence known...not today..too much for today...
Rattle all you want ..not today
that band-aid remains in place for now
Angry people..angry voices...on the street in my mind...
Leave me be for now..
I don't want to feel it anymore...Can you feel too much?
Hand on his shoulder ..his hand on the small of my back...swaying slowly..the tapestries witness the escape of moisture from her eyes...
The stone walls feel no warmth ..hold no heat of comfort ...stoic solid remaining un-fazed ...guarding the secrets within.
Hold fast..the rides not over yet.
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Almost
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Posted:Aug 28, 2007 1:16 am
Last Updated:Sep 13, 2007 12:51 pm
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Looping endlessly
through eternity
passing lives
seeking
searching
for the other half
of my heart
Destiny brought us
close and within
each others grasp
Time removed us
from one another
Hearts thrown reckless
through eons and eras
lives almost touching
never quite realized
Till hearts cried out
refusing to let go
not giving up
grasping tightly
life depending on it
sanity hinged delicately
A thunderous clap
and silence
as the only sound
was the beating
of two hearts
as one.
©ShyWhisper2006
Jan17/2007
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