the is of aa camera empties itselfof momentsas of facesthe implicatureis your facereflectedpastthe futureexi(s)tsin thatglancedeveloped
mask painted downi am not waitingfor hisor hisapprovalanymore(i was never waiting for a coffinprocession, as they awaitedcoffers opening, gleaming)i disregard my blood;imagine grimalkins warmingtheir crooked fingersover bubblesexplodingpunctuating their gripes:on breathing,on lifemy mother suffered.in turn, as iwhen the day comesthere will be no thanks;no Ihe will be happyto have lessshe will be happyto have her breath given backsay we carry our memories with usfind outtoo latemy suitcaseis just a largehandle on a holeexpressing your lovewith a store-boughtmask, with plasticpainted tears streakingdown does notendear me to you(your love is a fictional entity birthed into an effigyyou burn cigarette holes into)no, i willnot hugyoui feel my capacityfor stormsbattering my facesubsidinglike an unlikely predictionfor year-longgood weather***
lets goRelentless as an ocean erodingthe creases of my cliff facetidal waves of youcrash along my boundary stonesthe push and pull of blue:eddying thoughtsemotions white washi don't think the ground will keepbeneath me and i'll plungeheadfirst intothe push and pull of you(are you waiting)(are you waiting)(are you waiting for an sos on the sand?)let's go
arent said - WhenThere will not be any words when the time comes. Emotions will circle back on themselves like the snake eating its own tail: an endless cycle. Existing, not existing, consuming itself into oblivion, only to expel, excrete, create itself again. Constantly extinguishing, constantly setting alight.I let the ink melt away the words I write on my naked flesh. Lick my finger again, rub out my emotions. I wrote them; childishly hoping they would find you. Like the words I say quietly in empty rooms, in empty expanses on other continents, hoping the wind will carry my thoughts to you.I wanted to tell you, but being the coward I am, I don't know when I will. And if it will matter, then.Words lose their meaning when they aren't said. When the receiver, the reader, the listener is never in attendance. Having never been invited, they have never had a chance to RSVP the event, to ever be allowed to show up.(Meaningless: When not followed by action.)In time, you'll completely forget about me. M
daily - like waterI come back to you unwillingly it seems. Walk back down these streets I've forgotten to walk along. They say it is never easy going back. I don't agree so much; I think it's so easy that this is what makes it so hard.Where do you go on those days where all you need to do is walk? Hoping to find yourself in the brickwork of old stable buildings, do you ever look up just to see if the sky still exists, up there?Maybe it only happens to those who look too intently at their own shoes, mistaking this for politeness I wasted too many years staring at worn leather. Maybe it wasn't very polite of me to say goodbye as I did, but politenesses are always so easily forgotten, I think I just wanted to stand out a little this time.I assured you I would call every day, this became every week in practice it meant once a month if you were lucky and I remembered. I like that, luck and my memory being related. Maybe I should remember to be lucky next time.***This tea tastes the way you
home-boundi catch little insects with my fingersit makes me feel so powerfuland having become god in your eyes, also -i quit:take your sorrys with me,punch in,shuffle through turnstiles,take the line closest to the door.i speak erratic, tongue soreexplaining away thisknotted anchorhe said it was "very zen"to undo, unravel,unrelentingly -of course i cringed.having had your breath takenyou have the gallto ask forit back.
the city. Burnt outA violet tag catches my attention as the metal moves towards the city. Burnt out buildings sit comfortably silent in the fenced in wastes of grass; I wonder if anyone lives in there, knowing where all the holes are, sleeping between empty bottles and filth.People shuffle around inside themselves, volleying thoughts in tiny spaces; a child tells his mother he would rather stand. A forever exists when I close my eyes, pinch the space between my eyebrows; breathe in deep into a sigh. It's black there, confused and consoling, but then one speck appears, and another, conjuring coloured hallucinations to dance along my lids, telling me to open up again.Floodgates releasing, bodies sprawling, clustering in front of each booted step. I head for the stairs and take three each stride, hoping to exit quickly, escape the undertow. Advertising excrement greets me like a dementia patient, hoary, useless make-up, insisting I'm a naughty girl: I should visit more often. Bypassi
calypsowhite rock exploded into perfect formprimary colours washingbackthe need to stayin citiesnear peoplethe quiet is a heart beatmuted for a mother'sanguishthe skullsare notcrystalthe airis notnewbut everythingis newnow.
imagine my surpriseI canfeel myself pouring (itisn'tan excuse) anotherdoppelganger (yes,I exist everywhere) down the pipes(alltypes)again.
And then, a quiet explosionTrees, full of green vitality, swayed, shivered in the cool, early morning breeze. Butterflies floated, caressed flowers of all colours. Birds, they soared, danced and sung in the heavens. And below, hand in hand, the pair walked up a grassy hill without saying a word. None were needed. A non-awkward silence, smiles and laughs, were more than enough, precious. Time together, with their black and tan dog, full of heart, sniffing, playing, exploring about their feet – perfect.The three reached the summit, sat, close, bathed in the warmth of each other’s love and followed the sun’s birth into a crystal clear sky, washing the world with yellows, oranges and reds, with life. They embraced, tightly, with affection, friendship, and with wide eyes, in the distance, saw a star, pure, white, burst into the atmosphere. For seconds, to the Earth's concerto, it fell beautiful, terrible.The dog barked.The pair kissed.And then, a quiet explosion.A blinding light.Nothing.
My first time crossdressingHello. This is my first crossdressing story. It's from a first person POV, and it's fictional but there are some aspects of my experience, I just changed the names to protect the innocent. Now here we go-------------------------------------Greetings! My name is James, just James for now. I live in a home with my parents in New York. I'm age 17 and I have an older Sister, Sara, who is three years older then me. Oh, and did I mention that I'm a crossdresser? I guess I should start from the beginning.Well, it all started a few years ago, when I was 15. The date escapes me, but it was the few days that were after my Sister's Sweet 16th party; we held it at a fancy Hotel and it was themed to one of her favorite movies: Cinderella. Sara wore an elegant blue gown, just like Cinderella and her long dark brown hair, similar to mine, was in a very festive knot. She usually has it loose all the time, but during the party, she decided on a knot. Well, the few days later in question, was
Springbreakers TGSpring Breakers TGMitch was a total nerd. He never went out, had never been drunk or even had one single drop of alcohol and girls, or boys for that matter, never talked to him. He was a loner and really unpopular. His only accomplishment was being pretty good in school but he thought of that as a poor compensation. What he really wanted was clear to him after watching “Springbreakers”. He wished that he could have some of the girl's spirit. Loving alcohol and being horny and willing to fuck with any girl he meets. But unfortunately, his image was just that of some nerd without friends.Mitch was on Springbreak with one of his few friends, who was almost as nerdy as him. But the brother of that friend was kind of a jock and forced him to come with him. And Mitch also joined them. Now he was on some kind of party, carefully sipping on his first beer, It tasted strange and actually kind of sweet. He had never imagined beer to taste like this, but what did he know? As
Fun Night for the BabysitterThe sun had risen on another beautiful Saturday morning and Alex was slowly starting to get out of bed with memories of the previous day.Friday afternoon after schoolAlex was walking home from school with Natalie and they where talking about what people where saying about them and the rumors they where hearing about them and the other captains. The talk about them was flying everywhere like airplanes and bombs in a war zone and was spreading like wild fire. The latest was that Emily was so disgusted of how she got on the basketball team she quite the team and went to another school. Some say she went to a whole different state and others say she left the country but since no one could get a hold of her they couldnt confirm it.The other captains stood their ground staying on their team and took all the heat of the student body talk. But talk about them didnt last long as on Monday was the last day of school for them all and many where talking about skip
Little Rich GirlI was always chubby and wide. I am a high school student on summer vacation, and Im very chubby and very rich. My mom owns a very popular candy company and she and I live in a giant mansion and my mom is like my best friend.I know that Im very rich and all, so youd expect me to be some snob, but Im actually the nicest chubby girl youd ever meet. Okay, I admit it, Im chubby, theres no way Im going to hide that fact either.I was having my friend Carol over, and shes very skinny (not well fed). We were in my bedroom, and painting each others nails. Now, Carol is my second best friend because, unlike most people, she doesnt care that my moms super rich, but just cares that Im a good friend.Then, it was my second favorite time of day; dinner time, second to lunch time, then my third favorite was breakfast. Carol and I walked down stairs to the giant kitchen where our butler served the chefs food to us. We
Letting Herself GoLetting Herself Goby WGUIvy sat up in her bed, looking down at her homework that was pressed up against her bending knees.Ugh, why am I so damn fat? she thought to herself as she saw her belly which was a bit chubby.After she was done doing her homework she got up from her bed, took a shower, cleaned herself, blow-dried her hair, and looked at herself in the mirror naked.Then she thought to herself; Well, my breasts are fairly a good size, like usual, but then from there it's downhill! I got this fat!After she thought this she proceeded to grab her bit of flab on her stomach and shuck it around, leaving it in a quick bounce.And then there's my ass, she thought, It's too unnaturally big!And this was completely true. Ivy was very famous for her gigantic bottom. Here as an example:Person 1: Do you know who Ivy is?Person 2: Uhh
I don't think so
Person 1: The girl with the really big assPerson 2: OH YEAH! I know her.She got some clothes ou
He loves meThe sun fell down on me like soft petals gracing the ground at your feet. Like that day I picked that flower from your garden, daring your eyes as I plucked our forever.He loves me not.