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Jul. 13th, 2006 | 09:44 pm
mood:
thirsty
music: "Run" by Air
"The Yellow String"
Rating: G
You're falling away. A yellow string attached. Will it hold or will you fall? No one knows until it happens. You're falling still. Only seconds until the truth comes out. You're sweating. Come on string (string? no.)
Don't let me down.
But is it really a string?
Or is it something else. You're still falling and then its time. The string breaks. No more hold on. But still you're faith coms back. You shoudln't have tested Him. You tell Him you're sorry. He forgives you but that doesn't keep you from falling.
You're about to the bottom now. You can't see it but you know its coming and then it hits. Its not what you expected. He scoops you up with His enormous hands and you see the light. He takes you up to your new home. He's smiling.
Once more you tell Him you're sorry for doubting His power And of course He forgives you once more, still smiling. He tells you He loves you. You tell Him you love Him too. You hafve no worries anymore. You're content for once in you life (well, you guess its NOT life), safely held in the arms of your father.
***
AN: I wrote that at work one day on a white paper napkin. I liked it. Its religious, and if you didn't like it, thats ok. I didn't actually expect anyone to but myself because it kind of describes me.
Rating: G
You're falling away. A yellow string attached. Will it hold or will you fall? No one knows until it happens. You're falling still. Only seconds until the truth comes out. You're sweating. Come on string (string? no.)
Don't let me down.
But is it really a string?
Or is it something else. You're still falling and then its time. The string breaks. No more hold on. But still you're faith coms back. You shoudln't have tested Him. You tell Him you're sorry. He forgives you but that doesn't keep you from falling.
You're about to the bottom now. You can't see it but you know its coming and then it hits. Its not what you expected. He scoops you up with His enormous hands and you see the light. He takes you up to your new home. He's smiling.
Once more you tell Him you're sorry for doubting His power And of course He forgives you once more, still smiling. He tells you He loves you. You tell Him you love Him too. You hafve no worries anymore. You're content for once in you life (well, you guess its NOT life), safely held in the arms of your father.
***
AN: I wrote that at work one day on a white paper napkin. I liked it. Its religious, and if you didn't like it, thats ok. I didn't actually expect anyone to but myself because it kind of describes me.
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Jun. 13th, 2006 | 10:09 pm
mood:
bored
music: "Paper Hanger" by mewithoutYou
Lost From Reality
Rating: G
Candy colored skies
Dripping rainbow lies
A warm breeze across your face
How long have you been in this place?
It feels like forever
But forever never came
You're lost in your hazy thoughts
It'll never be the same.
Birds fly with broken wings
You're stuck here with wicked dreams
You want out but can't find your way
You've begun to regret the day
The day you made your way to this reality
But its not real at all
Its a dreamworld full of lies
And your about to fall
Victim to this dreadful place
And to its state of mind
It was full of promise and beautiful things
But you now know this world's not kind.
Its full of lies
And its in disguise
The face its painted on
Is fake and now you're gone
Lost to this dreadful world
Never to see reality again.
AN: I wrote this at work and I couldn't remember it all unfortunatly, so some of its made up and not the original, but I still like it.
Rating: G
Candy colored skies
Dripping rainbow lies
A warm breeze across your face
How long have you been in this place?
It feels like forever
But forever never came
You're lost in your hazy thoughts
It'll never be the same.
Birds fly with broken wings
You're stuck here with wicked dreams
You want out but can't find your way
You've begun to regret the day
The day you made your way to this reality
But its not real at all
Its a dreamworld full of lies
And your about to fall
Victim to this dreadful place
And to its state of mind
It was full of promise and beautiful things
But you now know this world's not kind.
Its full of lies
And its in disguise
The face its painted on
Is fake and now you're gone
Lost to this dreadful world
Never to see reality again.
AN: I wrote this at work and I couldn't remember it all unfortunatly, so some of its made up and not the original, but I still like it.
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My first finished story.
May. 24th, 2006 | 09:25 pm
music: "Deliver Me" by Sarah Brightman
"Deliver Me" (this is most-likely a one shot)
She entered his room, not knowing what would happen. She could see his form stretched out on his bed. He was shirtless and his jeans were settled low on his waist, low enough to see his hipbones. The air was hazy, damp. The scent of marijuana wafted toward her as the wind breezed through the open window. The sound of rain pattering on the roof was inviting, relaxing in an almost erotic way. She could see the outline of his face in the shadow the TV cast over him.
She approached him and noticed he had headphones on. He often did this, muted the TV and listened to music. His eyes were closed and his head bobbed gently to the rhythm. His mouth was parted a little, he breathed slowly, his chest rising and falling in time with each breath. She took a step forward and he opened his eyes. His eyes were a piercing icy blue. He had the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen, but at this moment the whites were bloodshot. He slowly pulled his headphones off, but kept her gaze.
“Are you stoned?” She asked him in a teasing tone. He just grinned at her. She saw an open bottle of beer on his nightstand.
“Getting started without me? That’s ok though, I brought my own.” She showed him the bottle of blackberry wine she had brought with her. He still didn’t say a word, but kept his eyes on her. She slowly crawled on his bed and straddled his waist. She took a long swig of wine and bent down, her mouth next to his ear.
“I missed you.” She whispered. She took another drink of wine and kissed him. She was in a very sexy mood and could tell he was becoming aroused as well. It was something about the weather and the darkness. The humidity made her skin sticky and her clothes were tight. Her hair curled into little curls at her neckline where she was sweating. She unzipped her sweatshirt, revealing a white wifebeater tanktop underneath. She threw it across the bed and it landed on the floor. He watched her every move.
“I missed you too.” He said in a voice that was barely a whisper. She took another drink of wine and kissed him again, this time she stayed longer, she searched deeper and noticed he did too. His tongue gently touched her lips, asking for permission to delve into her mouth and she obliged gladly. She could taste the weed still on his breath and the lingering taste of beer.
His hands found her hips and gently slid up under her tank top, finding her breast and massaging it slowly, his finger toying with her nipples.
She reached down to his waist and started to unbuckle his jeans. She fumbled with the buckle and finally unlatched it and unbuttoned his pants. He had recoiled from under her tank top and let her get his pants undone. She yanked them off and started on her own attire. First she shed her jeans, and then she was there in just underwear. She could feel him becoming hard underneath her and decided this was the time. She stood on her knees, still straddling his form, and pulled off his boxers and soon after shed her tank top and panties. S
he leaned down for one more kiss, gripping his shagging blonde hair, which was one thing she loved to do. His body was writhing beneath hers, sweat making their skin shine as it touched. He quickly retrieved a condom from his bedside table and slipped it on.
__________________________________
They lay together on his bed, covered only by his blue sheet, their silhouettes protruding from under it. This silky morning light invading their privacy. She lay touching him, one arm over his chest and his chin resting on her forehead. They clenched each other in a way where neither of them wanted to ever let go, but they knew this one night of bliss would be over in the morning and it would fade away into just another memory.
She entered his room, not knowing what would happen. She could see his form stretched out on his bed. He was shirtless and his jeans were settled low on his waist, low enough to see his hipbones. The air was hazy, damp. The scent of marijuana wafted toward her as the wind breezed through the open window. The sound of rain pattering on the roof was inviting, relaxing in an almost erotic way. She could see the outline of his face in the shadow the TV cast over him.
She approached him and noticed he had headphones on. He often did this, muted the TV and listened to music. His eyes were closed and his head bobbed gently to the rhythm. His mouth was parted a little, he breathed slowly, his chest rising and falling in time with each breath. She took a step forward and he opened his eyes. His eyes were a piercing icy blue. He had the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen, but at this moment the whites were bloodshot. He slowly pulled his headphones off, but kept her gaze.
“Are you stoned?” She asked him in a teasing tone. He just grinned at her. She saw an open bottle of beer on his nightstand.
“Getting started without me? That’s ok though, I brought my own.” She showed him the bottle of blackberry wine she had brought with her. He still didn’t say a word, but kept his eyes on her. She slowly crawled on his bed and straddled his waist. She took a long swig of wine and bent down, her mouth next to his ear.
“I missed you.” She whispered. She took another drink of wine and kissed him. She was in a very sexy mood and could tell he was becoming aroused as well. It was something about the weather and the darkness. The humidity made her skin sticky and her clothes were tight. Her hair curled into little curls at her neckline where she was sweating. She unzipped her sweatshirt, revealing a white wifebeater tanktop underneath. She threw it across the bed and it landed on the floor. He watched her every move.
“I missed you too.” He said in a voice that was barely a whisper. She took another drink of wine and kissed him again, this time she stayed longer, she searched deeper and noticed he did too. His tongue gently touched her lips, asking for permission to delve into her mouth and she obliged gladly. She could taste the weed still on his breath and the lingering taste of beer.
His hands found her hips and gently slid up under her tank top, finding her breast and massaging it slowly, his finger toying with her nipples.
She reached down to his waist and started to unbuckle his jeans. She fumbled with the buckle and finally unlatched it and unbuttoned his pants. He had recoiled from under her tank top and let her get his pants undone. She yanked them off and started on her own attire. First she shed her jeans, and then she was there in just underwear. She could feel him becoming hard underneath her and decided this was the time. She stood on her knees, still straddling his form, and pulled off his boxers and soon after shed her tank top and panties. S
he leaned down for one more kiss, gripping his shagging blonde hair, which was one thing she loved to do. His body was writhing beneath hers, sweat making their skin shine as it touched. He quickly retrieved a condom from his bedside table and slipped it on.
__________________________________
They lay together on his bed, covered only by his blue sheet, their silhouettes protruding from under it. This silky morning light invading their privacy. She lay touching him, one arm over his chest and his chin resting on her forehead. They clenched each other in a way where neither of them wanted to ever let go, but they knew this one night of bliss would be over in the morning and it would fade away into just another memory.
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To start out...
May. 22nd, 2006 | 10:04 pm
Right now this journal is a WIP. Hopefully I'll have some stories up by the end of the week when school gets out and I'll have a layout up as well.
