of Beginnings and EndingsThen tonight I found out some very sad news- my orchestra teacher since I was 8 years old passed away. I studied under him from the time I was 8 years old in elementary school, until I graduated high school at 17. He was such a loving man, who truly took every student under his wing. I cannot imagine the pain his family is going through. I wish them comfort, love, and most of all, peace. Vivent toujours, mon ami.
sex is my god
Newest
ringsShe wakes in the morning to incessant beeping by her feet sits up and reaches over and stretches andrings
silence.
Then
the whirr of the fan and tick of the clock and creak of the floor and chirp of the birds and drip of the faucet come together
into the morning symphony.
She readies for the day puts on her rings one by one and with each the symphony fades until the last bolt slides into place and silence waits for her return.
by ~kineticwardrobe
Come with me“Run away with me.” “But how? To where?” “We’ll make it up as we go along. Will you come with me?” “I can’t.” “Yes you can. Will you? “I’ve got too much here.” “Is everything you have worth your unhappiness?” She was silent.Come with me
“Come with me.” “Yes.”
by ~kineticwardrobe
ComfortI wake up warm held close by my husband. A little sigh escapes me as I snuggle deeper and fall back asleep.Comfort
by ~kineticwardrobe
Two Birds Building a NestRebeca and Josef. Oh, what a team the two of them were. They always did everything together, and no one ever saw them apart. It was always just Rebeca and Josef.Two Birds Building a Nest
How old were they? How long had they been together? No one knew anymore. In their neighborhood which was more like a town in itself, they were just a permanent fixture. It seemed they had been there forever.
They were not like those old, comfortable couples who have set patterns they follow everyday, however. That's what made them interesting. No one knew exactly where they would be or when they would run across them. It had been that one would see them walk
by ~kineticwardrobe
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In My Dreamsby *sundang
His First Word Was Papa[ Start. One Minute Old ] A white washed room, metallic and cold, full of life both old and new. A child covered in the fluids of the womb, large glistening eyes the color of bruised fruit staring up to a tiled ceiling. A child. A blank slate ready to be written on, and empty book ready to be filled.His First Word Was Papa
Will he grow up like his father? That tall, proud man with the short-cropped black hair, the hospital’s smock guarding his three piece suit, the leather billfold weighing down his crisp slacks? Will the child serve his name proud; become the Forth in a line of cutt
by ~LaF
Dauthii'l Zel'nanThe sky burns with a radiant light I turn away forgotten fallen from grace lost cause of humanity brought down by laughing gods trying to convince me only deaf ears hear hold onto my last vestages of salvaion just because they are all I have I am my savior and my creator until I see my destruction my life is mine no pawn to ethereal forces for this reason I bleed lovely blood I am born anew in this world I remain a ghost although alive walking in your midst your blind eyes look to the skies seeing only your mortaDauthii'l Zel'nan
by ~SephirothNightson
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