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Wrote this one the day after picking my girlfriend up from the airport:
PuzzlePieces
Round the corner and there you are,
Suitcase by your side, a smile on your face.
Once again I'm struck by your beauty and
Once again my heart begins its usual race.
My car comes to a stop and I get out,
Warm hugs and kisses and hellos and
Once again my world seems to be complete;
Once again your hand is in my hand.
I pull the car over just for a passionate kiss,
Deeply drinking your love into my soul.
Once again you've captured my heart and
Once again I've lost any self control.
The drive home is full of words and laughs,
Enjoying being in each this beautiful space.
Once again we are together, my love;
Once again I can touch your lovely face.
Soon we tumble into each other in bed,
Fire-filled kisses fanning flames of passion.
Once again we connect in body and spirit and
Once again we get a new lease on love's ration.
Sleep overtakes us soon after breaths calm,
My arms encircling your warmth with peace.
Once again we fall asleep joined together;
Once again you become my missing puzzle piece.
Blood rushes to my brain and immediately I feel dizzy.
What you do to me is incomprehensible and I want more.
Just a simple phone call or text message does wonders.
Your touch is something I honestly-truly-totally adore.
When you come back to me my arms and heart will be full.
I'll scoop you up and let you go when the universe goes dark.
My body yearns to be with yours my love--now and always.
All it takes is one look, one touch and my body is all sparks.
Know that I love you, darling, and I long to be with you soon.
Complications that come our way only bring us closer, dear.
There is a connection that grows stronger day by day by day.
And we have nothing at all but the end of time to fear.
Whatever it was that brought us together has happened now.
Wounds that once bled daily becoming stitched to heal.
Pain experienced without support and love is no longer there.
Support from us for us gives us the promise of love's feel.
As the next few days go by and numbers decline to nothing
Know that you are always on my mind and in my heart
And no matter what happens between now and your return
I believe that we are something special--something set apart.
Come here and rest in my loving arms once more my love.
Come here and find me waiting to take care of your needs.
Come here and look into my tender eyes and spirit again.
Come here and know that my love for you is guaranteed.
ROLLS ROYCE - by Bklyn
You, my love, are like a Rolls Royce ...
A luxury, I cannot afford ...
Luxurious, sexy, elegant is that car ..
Same, as you are ...
A man can chose between a sports car, or a luxury car, as he desires ...
His taste is his own, and says much about him ...
A man can chose a fast woman ... like the sports car ...
Exciting, fast,fun, hot ... A wild ride that will quickly burn out of gas,
a great time, that can't last ...
A man can chose a luxury woman ... same as a luxury car ...
Sexy, sleek, curvaceous, well appointed ...
A slower, steadier ride that will not leave him disappointed ...
For me, to drive a Rolls Royce, I would have to commit a fraud ...
Convince the bank that it was a car I could afford ...
I could take that car off the lot ... drive it ... enjoy it ...
Show off what a big shot I am to the world, driving in my expensive car ...
For me, to have you, my love ... I have to lie ...
Fool myself and pretend that there is just, You and I ...
I can have you for stolen moments, in my arms, you and I, all alone ...
All the while knowing, my heart aching, that soon, we will both, have to go home ...
Eventually, the car payment, and the insurance will be due ...
Just the same, one day , the bill will come due with you ...
Should I return the car of my dreams to the dealers lot ...
Admit defeat ... admit it was something I could afford not?
Should I let you go? Release you?
Shrug my shoulders, surrender ... admit we could be together never?
My head says to let the car go ...
I drove it, had my fun ...
Same with you ...
My head says "You enjoyed a good time with an amazing woman... "
Now Run!
But sitting in the Rolls Royce ...
My fists clenched tightly on the elegant dark leather bound steering wheel ...
Flooring the gas pedal ...
What an amazing feel!
From that wheel, I don't want to let go ...
And this, I want you to know ...
Lying in bed with you ...
My fists clenched tightly, powerfully around your small wrists ...
Holding you down ... giving you intense hard passionate kisses ...
Touching you, tasting you, feeling myself inside you!
The feeling is powerful, overwhelming ... I have to, want to - DRIVE YOU ...
I know there is a good chance I may not keep that car ...
I know there is a good chance I may not keep you ...
I can't afford a Rolls Royce. And we are both married ...
I don't like it, but that's what we are ...
Still ... I'm not going to quit ...
I'm not going to throw in the towel, say the heck with it ...
Instead, I am going to fight for what I want ...
Never give up ...
Stand tall ...
Walk with my head up ...
The bank was foolish to give me the loan for that fine car ...
Our spouses were foolish to treat us with neglect ...
In that respect, it was they who caused their own wreck ...
I don't know tomorrow if the Rolls Royce will remain in my possession ...
And, my love, I don't know if tomorrow, we will be in each other’s possession ...
And that's a hard - but honest - confession ...
So, with that, I am going to go and drive my Rolls Royce while I can and have fun ...
And I am going to hold your hand, kiss your lips, and make love to you ...
All night until we see the sun ...
A poet once said 'Tis better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all” ...
I say, “Tis better to have loved, conquered and won...”
So that one day, my love.
You and I can drive off and away, together in our luxury car ...
And escape forever, into that warm happy sun.
An excerpt from a book I'm trying to write. The protagonists are not very nice people :-p This came out in an inspired burst and wanted to see if it would provoke reaction. Thanks
I have to punish her by killing myself. She has made life unbearable. How could a person be so fundamentally bad as her? I see movie villains and laugh at how comically evil they are. And yet I live with one of them. I hate her with every fiber of my being. She knows she can't change me but will keep trying till I die. The change she looks for is not even positive change. It's just change for the sake of change. She doesn't like who I am and she thinks changing that will solve her problem. Her problem is one of natural hate. Her heart is poison. Her thoughts are evil. Her deeds, selfish. Her motive, self-preservation. At all cost.
I don't love you. I never really did. I pitied you. I want to make this as messy and cruel as possible. I want to suffer every moment of my death and I want there to be many such moments. The only difference is that I will finally prove to you that I am the only one who controls and defines me. You will never have power over me. But my death will have absolute power over you. I hope you never find another moment of joy or peace in the rest of your life. I don't pray for your regret; rather, I pray for your unending shame.
When I'm dead, everyone will remember all that was good in me and complain that I threw it away. But you will remember all that was bad in me, even that which was not bad. And you will cringe when you realize that you are the only one who knows and believes your version of the truth. People will offer condolences and you will be forced to accept them humbly, though your heart will pine to speak ill of me. Forever and ever, with my death, you will be prevented from speaking ill of me. You spoke ill of me every moment of my life even when I was innocent of wrong-doing. In my death, I will have dealt you the most grievous blow and yet you will not be able to complain.
You will look at the faces of my kids, the tears in their eyes, their eternally destroyed hope for life and you will suffer. Oh, you will suffer as I did. Worse than I did. For that is who I am. To those who are kind to me, I am a hundred times kinder. To those, like you, who seek to cause me misery, I will return the favor a million times over. My only regret will be that I cannot relive the moment where you learn of my death, over and over again. Yet, knowing with absolute certainty, the effect it will have on you in the moment and for the rest of your life, will be adequate compensation. I hope I meet you in Hell. I will chortle and mock you. I will laugh heartily until tears run from my eyes. Satan himself will ask me with puzzlement, "What do you find of such great pleasure in Hell?". And I will answer, "I get to see her in Hell, and I paid for her ticket here"
Last edited by athithi; 11-07-2014 at 04:59 PM..
Reason: Clarification
Satan himself will ask me with puzzlement, "What do you find of such great pleasure in Hell?". And I will answer, "I get to see her in Hell, and I paid for her ticket here"
The city skyline,
gray in the distance;
the city skyline
twirls in the Schuylkill,
rippled by fury then calmness then fury in the rain.
The city skyline
is so much different today
than when I met you a few months ago before a show—
the city skyline,
warm, bright, welcoming; we were both excited,
the city skyline,
turning cold later, but there was still vibrant energy.
I follow your lead, my black boots jumping
over black puddles, deep I think, along Thirtieth Street.
It’s cold, damp, and rainy;
I follow your voice, like the city skyline,
trailing off with tall buildings and city traffic,
trying to keep up, my silent agreements swallowed in horns,
skid marks and never ending construction.
The city skyline hides my anxiety,
I wish I could reach out to you,
I wish I could tell you about other city skylines:
Detroit, Milwaukee, Baltimore, Chicago, Atlanta—
I wish I could tell you about the beauty of rivers and streams:
Lake Michigan, the Chesapeake, the Rhine;
they don’t seem as gray as this skyline
or as black and possibly icy as the Schuylkill.
Yet most of all, I wish I could reach out
and hold your hand, then a big hug
and tell you how I feel;
how you make the days less rainy and cold—
instead I look at the formidable buildings and listen to you:
but out of the corner of my eye, I saw the gold hands
point to a little after two o’clock—it’s time to go—
the confusion of rain and the labyrinth of city landscapes,
we almost miss my bus home, you’re patient though
in the rush and confusion, I make it, but with no goodbye.
The city skyline leaves my sight,
gray disappearing along with a black river;
as the city skyline shrinks,
unlike a month ago with pride in meeting my heroes
and the feeling that it made up for the missed opportunities of 2014;
as the city skyline continues to shrink into the suburbs,
missed opportunities grow bigger in the shadow.
You don't need a gun if you're going to steal
You don't need a partner,he's liable to squeal
If stores are your target,wait until dark
Check for a dog,wait for a bark
Alarms on the windows,alarms on the doors
Some even have alarms on the floors
Play it smart,don't be a goof
The safe way to enter is to go thru the roof
Wear a mask to cover your face
Cameras these days are all over the place
Be sure to wear gloves,don't leave any prints
Don't make any noise,and use common sense
Whatever you get,get rid of it quick
With no evidence on you,charges won't stick.
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