I love to write. I mostly do poetry, but, try my luck at prose every now and then.
I love music and books and watch too many movies.
hauntingly broken , she plays music.The cold air greets me like an old friend, chilling me to my very core. My skin prickles as the foreign gusts settle deep into it. I put on your sweater that hangs by the bedpost – I wrap the blanket tighter around me and it instantly reminds me of your warmth. I miss it – I miss you. I remember that you’d walk close to me – an arm flung around my shoulders – and I’d always – always flick it off – but, you’d simply put it back – because you knew how I thought I warranted that attention – you knew how it was a ploy.hauntingly broken , she plays music. by ~noxiousmyth
Some days I wonder why you put up with me – why you put up with my constant craving for important – my childish need to feel wanted – to feel special.
It feels so utterly foolish now – every little detail of our life – of our clockwork, mundane schedule. I dulled you out so disgustingly – wasted you away till you were nothing but a mere
Breathe little girl - breathe free.I vaguely recall twirling in front of the floor length chevalBreathe little girl - breathe free. by ~noxiousmyth
my new white dress trailing as I whirled on a whim
I remember wanting to fit into my mother’s heels
wobbling around – a pattern of bruises on my knees
Curling up in my father’s embrace ; reaching out to each star
gasping at every new sound ; eyes shining from the million colors
holding onto each little fantasy – cradled deep within my being
making ambiguous patterns for life – never separating reality from dreams
Fingers dancing along a canvas – paint smudged – never a mess
explosions in the sky – in my body – in my head
counting moments to watch dew trickle down a new leaf
the astonishment of discovery – sudden and recurring – never brief
The first time that your fingertips drum against your knee
that absolute pleasure of finding that rhythm that belongs
the absurd thirst to create – music, art – just raw passion
to dance like no one’s watch
Home is not where the heart isWe lay tangled under warm white sheetsHome is not where the heart is by ~noxiousmyth
My face buried deep in the crook of her neck
Her crimson lips titled into a slight simper
As she pinned me down with her legs
Wet kisses traced my shuddering body
My limp frame at her command as always
Alarmed by the clangorous booming of the clock
She hurried frantically around the small space
My eyes shut tight for the millionth time
I felt familiar rush of heat from behind my lids
She cleaned each remainder of the night away
Only came close to whisper apologies against my lips
The Gentlemen's Alliance #1Mr SensibleThe Gentlemen's Alliance #1 by *OddSmirk
Mr Sensible likes his coffee flat and dark, the same tongue-searing temperature every single morning. He gets up before the birds do to have his shower, and thus always smells of a mix between roasted coffee beans and that strange almond stuff he uses for his hair. He is clean shaven, and his hair doesn't flop down over his face. He looks his age and acts his age.
When you first meet him, you don't like Mr. Sensible much. But he can carry good conversation and he admits he has a smile he saves just for you. He never has to chase you because unlike most men he can keep up. You go out together without the company of others as friends at first. He shows no romantic interest in you for ages, until one day someone tries to ask you out and he slips his warm hand into yours.
Mr Sensible always has time for everything because he's always a little bit early. He has time to zip up your dress and compliment you on your looks. He doesn't shower you with affection because he knows it si