Eyes pointed straight at me

Straight as a finger as though they were damming me.

I felt cold shivers and a burning sensation rose high in my cheeks as I step each toe to the grown daring not to make a sound.

With each heels raise slightly in fear as though on hinges, my movements became steady. Like that of a lever on a piano. Intricate enough to think that I was a wild cat closing in on prey. ...

Hearts leaping out of chests

In synch with ticking clocks

In this harmony or what rests

Where we’ve become over dressed

Faces painted red

Yet we’re all acquainted

There was no time too feel

It was all becoming too real...

The rose is a rose,

And was always a rose.

But the theory now goes

That the apple’s a rose,

And the pear is, and so’s

The plum, I suppose.

The dear only knows

What will next prove a rose.

You, of course, are a rose –

But were always a rose.

(Yeah it’s not related to the hint)...

The overt commandeer wore an obtuse jacket....

She walked past, in this crowded street full of people.

Not looking them in the eye. Averting them when she had the chance to.

Combing her fingers though her dark waist length hair.

Occasionally shoving them over her face like some sliding curtains.

Keeping her eyes narrowed just at the points of her flat shoes.

She regrets the conversation she had the day before.

She blushed all the way thro...

We my because we couldn’t dance,

But shuffled along the sidelines

Where the second stringers sat.

Through seasons after seasons

Studying the bright heard wood beneath the feet.

Out on the floor,

Beneath the suns glow through the windows

Or over a lake where the moon watched on moors,

Their agile friends and outs made moves beyond belief- like making love we thought

And practiced we did in ou...

I saw the whole thing

Life flashing before their eyes

Like a flash of lightening

And souls fading in the dark

Like ghosts

In blood

At first Terror struck

When their head became last thoughts to think one last time

At the realisation of death and fear over flood just like the blood leaking out their wounds. Then the soul lifted up and got stuck from the shoulders till the neck almost chocki...

I said I was wise and I know information that he didn’t. I looked him in the eyes with eyes of desperation. Looking right threw him till I reached his skull and knew his secrets. Knew he was shallow and his heart weeped at night....

Angered waves eat away at the shore. The wood on this floor creeks like slamming doors. Even the moors are afraid. When the waves quieten you can her she screams and laughter of babaling guls. Sounds like peaking at skulls. Everyone this evening is dressed feverous in yards of wool. To keep the live waves out. Every room decorated in shells and wood. And in every hollow shell carries the sound of ...

I feel like I’m on the edge of an black void

That maybe that void has answers that I desperately need

To quiet down those constant questions or old conversations

Feels like I’m so far away from everything

That a piece of me is missing that I can’t function properly

And I’m loosing all those happy memories

Those memories of summertime, eating strawberries on sticks

Even when the heat was too...