Geronimo
just like me
he runs from his past
in fear
searching for a new name
to give him
purpose.
two twin lost souls
running from the same plight
yet both on a collision course
for the other.
just like me,
he is searching for identity,
and i'm happy
to assign him
that role.
he is
Geronimo,
the battle cry screamed
as you jump
towards self-discovery.
Behind You
Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake.
The wind rushed the blinds, blowing them back and forth as the man who stood in front of them smiled coldly at me. He eyes were bloodshot, the physcopath who had killed my mom wanted to do the same to me, the bloody wire in his hands said it all, until he fell out the window. My soon to be murderer was still on the loose.
The Rougarou
Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake. I wondered too far off the trail and found myself deeper into the woodlands, where the thick Cypress trees towered over me, blocking out the sun. Realizing this I made an attempt to turn back, but then the hairs of my body started to stand and I had an uneasy suspicion that someone — or rather something — was stalking me. From the brush lingered a large dog-like creature with a heavy coat of blackish grey hair, baring its sharp canines at me with contempt. But what horrified me the most, a sight I'll never forget until the day I die, was then this creature drew closer it hoisted itself up, and this beast, this large dog-like animal, was then standing on its hind legs, almost like a man.
#werewolf #horror #flashfiction
Mirror.
Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake. I put the blanket over the mirror so it wouldn't come over to my side. I assumed I was safe in the dark bathroom until the mirror broke. The hand pushed through the curtain and tried to find its way out until I bit it and it pulled back. I couldn't let her return to her life, not until I got bored of it.
Seductive Kisses
As my eyes slowly close,
you lean into my seductive embrace
The smell of our hot breath
dancing and entwining
As our lips vigorously passionately
touch and taste each other
In that instant you realize the intense heat
radiating from my swollen puckered lips
Hmmm...aroused I see,
you cheerfully tease
In one quick motion you
sharply inhale just as I
lightly bite your lip nervously
Then a low growl escapes
your luscious lips
I tautly push my body against you
rhythmically we arouse each other
With nothing more than sensual kisses
and our sensualist bodies
Unfathomable Existences
~ she cannot
conceive the idea of
herself being a mother
and he’s unable to imagine
himself being a father
since they both
have been
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a/n:
I hope that you can see my heart inside my words and know that my heart breaks and is filled with compassion for anyone who has or is facing such a painfully difficult decision on life.
Illiterature
Perspective: true understanding of the relative importance of things; a sense of proportion. Speaking of perspective, perspective is why I hate mirrors. Some of you might ask why, and some of you might completely understand. That is the funny thing about perspective, is it not? I do not know about you, but whenever I look into a mirror I see the truth. Reality, and for me that hurts! I constantly, continually, day by day try my best to be a good person, or at least what I think a good person is.
Then whenever I look in the mirror the truth is always revealed. Everybody’s opinion, or thoughts of who I am go right out of the window. I am just left there, to digest this reflection of somebody who is unsure in the meaning of his very own existence staring back. Hopelessness incarnate. Conduit for all things void of purpose, a let down. This is why I now use my journal as a mirror. No one else’s opinions or criticisms can be harsher than the statements I scribe to better understand myself for who I truly am, illiterate or literature? Illiterature