tentative's New Writeups

Even though I sleep terribly with another body in the bed (poetry)

2009-11-23T06:39:52Z

Pillows don't breathe against your neck,
there is no gentle rising of the chest
with every in-drawn breath.
No fingers to trace down one's spine,
the touch for which to pine.
No careful caress in the middle of the night,
no half-awake shifting to hold me tight.

No words accurately describe the exact differences between hard ribs beneath my fingers and the softness of a pillow, or the slight mumbling in sleep, without which the world would be silent.

Twisting letters on a page do not tell you what is different between sleeping alone or sleeping together, words are entirely inadequate to explain why I would rather a half-decent night sleep with another than a full one with my arms clutched around a pillow.

I…

in the dark humming hours of the night (idea)

2009-11-22T14:12:37Z

Alex walked sedately down the path towards the town. He could only see pin pricks of lights between the trees. The air was still and the sky clear, and he could feel the light of a thousand, frozen stars prick at his back. Though he was aware that the air was cold he did not feel it. Other things preyed on his mind, but he began to whistle as he walked a jaunty walk down the gravel path.

An old man walked by with a dog trotting several feet in front of him. Alex tipped his cap at the man, who nodded back and continued on his way. Nostrils flaring, Alex skipped the path to jog a few steps to another which wandered towards a cluster of bushes that rose up a hill.

A young girl, not more than seventeen was walking along the path. A light summer dress could be seen beneath the large coat she had on. Alex smiled a cheerful hello.

"Hi, I'm Emily." Her golden locks bounced on her shoulders and his…

Being the last to fall asleep (poetry)

2009-11-22T05:13:17Z

Since midday I've been counting
All the hours, minutes and seconds
Till I can turn off these lights
Let myself sink under the sheets
One last time

And now the house is still
Silence cut by only me
Living in the world
My computer, humming gently

The darkness of the roof looms down
Dragons in my room abound
But I ignore them
Sleep crushing down on me, but no
Not yet, I'll wait awake
So that I can have all the glory
Of being the last in the world
To spy the stars in the sky
To shut my window against the wind's cry
To close the blinds against the moon
So I can be the one who always
Is the last to fall asleep

End of a love story (idea)

2009-11-21T14:33:26Z

I lay on my bed in the cold winter sun and stared through the yellowed window. The dried tears stuck on my cheeks, making it seem as though I could barely breathe. Everything pressed down on me.

It hurt. My insides, my lungs couldn't draw in breath and my tongue couldn't wet my cracked lips. I didn't want to think about my heart. How could one person bear so much pain? All of it, my room, my body, my mind, screamed an aching silence.

I closed my eyes and held my breath. Slowly everything inside of me calmed down and my thoughts petered out until there was only a calm silence. The light through my closed eyes flickered and I felt a presence on my chest, a soft touch on my stomach. I didn't open my eyes because I knew it wasn't real but I pretended like it was. In my mind, his chest appeared beneath my shoulders, his arms wrapped tightly around me. His lips nearly against mine but nearly not. My cheek pressed against his neck.

Without command my lips…

guro (poetry)

2009-11-21T09:25:47Z

In a white room
All prepared
I, naked, clean, ready
And full of need

Skin against metal
In a longing caress
Run my hands over
The solid smooth curves

The chain feels
Silky slimy hard
My thighs pulsing
Betraying my hunger

Fumbling with desire
I turn the key
With a carnal click
Grab the cord

My body quivers
At the roar
Smoke fills my lungs
A sensual sliding
Into my throat

I tense
Wet and wanting
As it strokes upwards
Through my hip
To my stomach
Hot and heavy
Its breath on my chest
Against my breast

Scream
As it cuts me
Agonizing
Perfect
Joy

Then it moves lower
And lower
Gently, questioningly
…

Heart wrenched (poetry)

2009-11-21T07:22:48Z

My world is flashing lights
Colors on
Colors off
Lights lighting at a word
Any word
That could be the one

Always waiting
Yet you haven't killed
My hopes

Watch me sitting
Alone
Colors off

A single word
Never said never
Whispered
Only dreamed
Heart wrenched
Never broken