from my insides
dripping down my legs
and puddling beneath my toes
emotions, thoughts and words splayed out
for your judgmental eyes and minds to make
into what makes you feel something, anything
Box full of memories and old photosI'm so fucking sorryBox full of memories and old photos by isitdarkenoughx
for the tears I never cried
the music I never played
and poured myself a drink to
for giving it my all
and getting nothing but heartback
and I know you couldn't give it
you didn't need to give it
I just couldn't do it anymore
I couldn't cut myself open
so I could patch the wound
up again and again and
I never meant to..
Come on, baby. Say what's on your mind.Remember in the summer when you would wake upCome on, baby. Say what's on your mind. by isitdarkenoughx
and my fingers would begin their travel along
that sensual jaw line of yours, your stubble
like heaven against my fingertips and they've
begun moving down as you swallow
My head is swimming but they continue
with no regard to what the feeling
of you does to my aching body
Your lips open and eyes are on me as
they dance along the sweat soaked skin
of your chest
I like that you refuse to shave your chest
hair because at first I hated it
the feeling, the look but I can't get over it
now, it's you. It's all you
South to your abdomen
they dance along your hip bones
from right to left, left to right in
a figure eight motion and your tongue
has began it's journey along your plump
morning lips and your eyes are closed
I'm craving too
They move down, further
with a mission
and my mind is set
your mind is set
I know, you know
it has to happen, it will happen
and there is no escaping it
Midday ThoughtsI get chills when I'm aloneMidday Thoughts by isitdarkenoughx
thinking of the taste of your skin
the way your hair curls at the ends
the eyelashes that don't rest when you look over
at me from your favorite spot on the couch
and I'm warm in your favorite shirt
the one you always tease me about
when you want to wear it just to
see if I have, but I have
you knew it before you even asked
so your voice did that thing
where it's an octave lower than usual
and you hold your chin up as you make
your way over to where I'm laying on
the bed, beneath sheets that cover
that favorite shirt of yours mine and
although we don't remove it
we remove everything else
and your hands feel so fucking great
beneath it's fabric
I lose myself in thoughts of us, of you.
A Saucerful of Notions...that's more than I would risk to say I guess..A Saucerful of Notions by jmelisio
been there, done that plenty of times..
...'cause no matter what people say, it doesn't matter.
things always turn out to be as they should be- you know..
as for myself..
I would rather get in trouble for a thing that is worth the ride.
..or else I would just be fussing about right?
I'm not one to be playing around but still..
..who am I after all?
people say they can't live their lives without a sense of notions..
there's no more than half a do
you spell 'love' incorrectly.i have scars on my face,you spell 'love' incorrectly. by Whyles
you have bruises on your knuckles,
and here i am
for hurting your hand.
Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?|
- I am not the person in the avatar.
- I am the person above.
- I do not share personal information (name, location, etc)
- Please address me as Lucid Raven, Lucid, Raven or Luci (form of lucid)
- Do not ask for point donations
- I am the model in the "Lucid" folder.
- I do not take the photos. They are done by the lovely Dianna Lewis
OhFingers in front of
laced in light.
The arid, shifting
desert of your palms.
Sand in the beachgrass,
Listen to the shell:
it will teach
what is alive.
Tell your children it was the ocean.
The whole world
can hear you breathe.
Are you innocent yet?
and long, dark hair.
May she never hear the name
that you whisper through the dark.
UndercurrentPeople hang lightbulbs,
made from wire
and amber bottles,
out their windows
and beneath flowerpots.
You can almost see
swimming just below
We are watching
We are watching
on the heart and lungs;
for ink that drifts
through your veins.
We are watching
young men build rafts
and telephone poles.
Waiting for a
to carry them
out to sea.