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Wires
It's like cords wrapping around your neck
as each one entwines around your precious skin
and I'm the one waiting for that last shallow breath of life.
I want to hear your gasp for death,
your moan for joy,and your scream for anticipation.
Wrapping every flawless cord signals a tingling
jolt that that pierces through my veins,coursing in my bloodstream.
Melting down all my bitter walls and suppressing each agonizing and pointless thought that encurls it's self up there
in that epitome of a black bottomless hole.
Wrapping these cords makes me feel so alive and seeing your
tear stricken face only entwines them faster.
I know I should stop,but Baby
this isn't going too.
Baby,you put yourself here,here in this
"situation".
So as I let these wires drape around your perfect,precious skin
and your gasping for air,this way you'll never
be able to forget these
insignificant,microscopic,silky,fingers
that are controlling your destiny.
as each one entwines around your precious skin
and I'm the one waiting for that last shallow breath of life.
I want to hear your gasp for death,
your moan for joy,and your scream for anticipation.
Wrapping every flawless cord signals a tingling
jolt that that pierces through my veins,coursing in my bloodstream.
Melting down all my bitter walls and suppressing each agonizing and pointless thought that encurls it's self up there
in that epitome of a black bottomless hole.
Wrapping these cords makes me feel so alive and seeing your
tear stricken face only entwines them faster.
I know I should stop,but Baby
this isn't going too.
Baby,you put yourself here,here in this
"situation".
So as I let these wires drape around your perfect,precious skin
and your gasping for air,this way you'll never
be able to forget these
insignificant,microscopic,silky,fingers
that are controlling your destiny.
Published 18th Jan 2012
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18th Jan 2012 7:18pm
Great write. The power to have the control of just another life. Now I sense that you know how it felt when I was sniper. Their life is in within your hands. Anticipation of death is worse than death its self. Kudos
19th Jan 2012 00:51am
Thank you again,your compliments are to kind sir.
Sniper?As in child? Sorry,I'm extremely tired and falling asleep.I was wondering if you still had that piece that got you sent to the priniciples office?Sorry,but you've peeked my curiosity.
Sniper?As in child? Sorry,I'm extremely tired and falling asleep.I was wondering if you still had that piece that got you sent to the priniciples office?Sorry,but you've peeked my curiosity.
Dearest lady, only if I still had that piece. My x burned alot of my old memories. She said I leave no room for new ones. Grrrrr. Anyhoo it had the scene of a man and a woman being VERY erotic in the shower. Their was something wetter than the water that fell on them and something harder than the walls that confined them. The write was a ballet; 3 pages long. The teacher wrote a very good note on my paper( bet it got her going ;) ). One day it was free speech day in class. I read; well I started to read my work until she remembered which one it was. She chased me around the room as I continued to read ALL of this piece. It landed me in the office. The principle laughed his ass off and told me to submit it to playboy. He told me to go back to class and act like I got cracked on my ass. It's been too long to remember all of it. If you read my "making of a finer wine" you will get the just of it. It was wrote my junior year of high school. My mom still had it after my other literature teacher sent it home. One of many that year
21st Jan 2012 2:03am
I apologize that this is so late.I've been on here,but just enough time to check what's new.So I promise I haven't been ignoring you,sir.For fucks sake,you serious?! How come he or she burned it?D;
lmao-This made me laugh and I bet you were sort of a trouble maker back in the dayXD I love how that prinicple didn't over react,I love it when people can be so chill about things.This sounds like comic strip,at least in my head.Sent home?O.o I shall go check out "Finer Than Wine".
lmao-This made me laugh and I bet you were sort of a trouble maker back in the dayXD I love how that prinicple didn't over react,I love it when people can be so chill about things.This sounds like comic strip,at least in my head.Sent home?O.o I shall go check out "Finer Than Wine".
21st Jan 2012 3:28am
Yeah that little ree ree burned my shit. She said, " they are old memories of the past. We will start new!" only later to find out my older memories were better.
Trouble maker...I set the record my sophomore year. I had 122 days in I.S.S ( in school suspension ). It wasn't that I was bad...they just couldn't understand my sense of humor, or tollerate me fighting. So the record of I.S.S was born. Some of my friends said that my name is still on the wall of shame. Runner up is 38 days. Yes! I rule!
Trouble maker...I set the record my sophomore year. I had 122 days in I.S.S ( in school suspension ). It wasn't that I was bad...they just couldn't understand my sense of humor, or tollerate me fighting. So the record of I.S.S was born. Some of my friends said that my name is still on the wall of shame. Runner up is 38 days. Yes! I rule!
21st Jan 2012 4:04am
They still shouldn't have burned it though.I was once told by a famous writer over here that you should always keep what you write,always save it,even if it's bad.You don't have to look at it or ever pick it up and read it again,but it's still apart of you,who you were,it's sort of like a documentation that's sometimes streched.I'm sorry:/ People just suck,js. lmao-Seriously,I wish I could have known youXD Schools never do,well adults in general.They are so past that world,since they've already gone through it that they forget.It's kind of sad in a way....Wall of shame?o.O lololol-I'll say;D
