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The RainThe rain taps across the window, blanketing the silence and putting the world to rest. The shades are closed and the room is dark. The noise numbs my minds and puts me into a sleepy daze. I feel your warmth against me and I blindly nudge myself closer into your embrace. With my eyes closed and body sluggish and clumsy, I burry my face into your throat and inhale the smell of your hair. Its smells of shampoo and your cologne. I sigh heavily against you and in return your embrace tightens. I yawn sleepily and slip a hand into your curls. I feel your heart beThe Rain
by ~Trnsfmer2010
Autumn SkyThe night catches my breath and turns into a soft gray fog. My cheeks become flushed and burn from the cold. I burry my nose into my hands and inhale the smell of my own perfume. I close my eyes and listen as the wind plays through the changing leaves and softly puts the world to sleep. I lift my face up and peer into the dark blue sky. The clouds start to roll and sway together, forming a beautiful canvas. I smile as the stars peer out from behind the color splash of soft blues and let me know that they are still giving me strength through this change in time. I close my eyes once again and let the sounds become much more real to me. TAutumn Sky
by ~Trnsfmer2010
BeautyIn my mind the symphony plays. It brings my eyes to a close and my heart to a stand still. I listen as the chords melt into something beautiful and deep. I think to myself that our world is defined by so many things that we truly can't understand or comprehend. Things that we call fruitless and trivial but still we live by and follow till our very last breath.Beauty
Beauty. A word that we created to describe something that we honestly can't define. Listening to the music play, letting it fill me up with a molten lust to feel. Oh, the glory of feeling something so extraordinary. Something so beyond me and my human abilities. The piano
by ~Trnsfmer2010
Innocence: Chapter 1: cont.Daniel stepped out onto the front porch. The hot breath of summer was already taking its toil on the air and Daniel felt his mouth go dry. He looked up and squinted into the sun. The sky was cloudless and full of mockery. Today was going to be a rough day. He rolled the sleeves of his shirt up and stepped out onto the dirt road that led up to his house. He looked at the crimson tinted dirt and it reminded him of the earth that Grace had dug her fingers into as she tried desperately to pull herself away from the flames of that burning cathedral. Daniel shook his headInnocence: Chapter 1: cont.
by ~Trnsfmer2010
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Against the FenceMy fingers slid in through the cold metal ringlets on the chain link fence like it was the barrier between two worlds. The hills were in full bloom, beautiful—an almost stunning sight in a city that had seen brown, coarse and oil-drill speckled scenery for decades. We’d had a wet season and now suddenly there was a paradise, lying just on the other side of the fence. The air was kind of chilly, a good crisp cold that feels wonderful when you breathe it in—makes you feel alive, like if you could sum up the courage to try it, you might be able to rip a piece of the street right up out of the ground and throw it somewhere really fAgainst the Fence
by ~breathinlife
My Last WordsCity noises has me lost Taking me to roads that lead me to nowhere And I wanna hear, The music that could stitch my blue drenched heart So I can be a hero, Who will never go back on their words, Never lose sight of, and never be afraid in believing in their dreams They refuse to give up But here I am, at the bottom of the deep blue sea How long do I have to hold by breath? Until I first heard you sing Your soft voice silenced their strident tones And the only music I could hear, Was you When you caught me by surprise I swear, I could see the gold dMy Last Words
by ~DetectiveSocks
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