A question I ask Me on a basis of daily...
(2013)
Your guess is as good as mine...!
And the title's spelling was done intentionally. Sometimes, words might need to be finagled in order to be fitting...
'F’'eeling perfectly imprisoned wi… 'G’'enetically embedded, depressio… 'H’'eated thoughts push my parched… 'I’'ncreasing the risk of sufferin… 'N’'oble is he who embraces trepid…
Swallowing hard at the lump in my… and exhibiting instinctual caution… stiffness of numb legs hesitantly… mind forward. A lone-note, tempere… esoteric hum leaks from the gate’s…
My mother was a party-er, free-spirited, and wild. Then I came along, her first begotten child. She tried to be responsible,
'A’'ll purchases are final. 'B’'uy at your own risk. 'C’'redit cards are not accepted. 'D’'iscounts DO NOT apply. 'V’'oid where prohibited..?
I close my eyes as I slowly slide you inside, in between soft, moist lips gently gripping to the tip as I quickly lick
Sitting on a picket fence and drea… I’m taken by a wicked sense that s… Suddenly, I find that I am neithe… But resting just between the two w… Steps had been neglected; as were…
Lying stillest of night with quest… Suspecting that darkness is hiding… Movement is certainly sensed more… Twisting in ways that warp the obs… My gaze, seeking blindly activity’…
She watches below intently, From the tip of heaven. Her fixed gaze staring gently, Protecting cosmic brethren. Eyes of golden amber glow
I’ll stalk you like a shadow in th… always by your side but remaining… I’ll bring you dire pain while I… and quickly numb your spirit so yo… I am the ageless Bringer of Chaos…
Night after sullen night, I do this forlorn dance. Heart swaying to the beat Of soft, seductive chants. Dead desires arise,
Imagine if everyone could utilize the gifts they’ve been given from… The world would be plagued by wave… instead of the need for spilling b… Gifts bequeathed prior to birth
'U’'ndeniably mythological; creatu… 'N’'eeding not any proof, we just… 'I’'n dreams, in thoughts, and sto… 'C’'oloring imagination with feeli… 'O’'r perhaps in a long ago time;…
I often ponder what it might be li… if I could step inside the mirror. Seeming to remain the same while becoming entirely different. Would my reflection, then,
The sky grows angry as it covers w… Seemingly unpleased with thoughts… Winds scream, clouds shift as they… Making promises to stay yet anothe… Bursting at the seams, it releases…
The wind, without welcome carries crunchy kisses to my wooden window sill. Leaving in its wake, a pool of particles crackling,