AlambiqueCiel
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- Posted: Wed, 11 Nov 2009 19:11:30 +0000
Table of Contents
Page five:
"Desire flames..."
"Resistance"
"Lust"
"Mother Earth"
Page six:
"Demented dreams..."
"Breezing By"
Page seven:
"WHY?!"
"Dead Love"
"Paramour"
"Save me, damnit!"
"Sizzle sizzle pop"
"Brain block"
Page eight:
"Desert heat"
Page thirteen:
"Idiom Challenge Poem"
Page fifteen:
"You're such a doll."
Page nineteen:
"Happy Holidays."
Page twenty-two:
"It's 12:30am and that fan is looking awfully insightful"
Twenty-four:
"I'm a piece of art."
Twenty-five:
"Hasn't anyone told you to smile with your eyes?"
Twenty-eight:
"Ville de lumière"
Twenty-nine:
"She's such a beauty queen."
Thirty-three:
"Love is whatever."
Thirty-four:
"Untitled for now"
Thirty-seven:
"50 bucks, two hours"
"Teach me"
Thirty-eight:
"I can't seem to remember your name"
"******** you."
Forty-one:
"Your closed mind can't hold me in anymore."
"Forget-me-not."
NC
The frigid breeze blows
The hair off my neck,
Making my bones shiver.
My eyes wander,scanning
The blackness for your outline.
I feel your presence,but
Yet I can't comprehend where you are.
The "clap,clap"of footsteps reverberate through the street,
making it difficult to know which direction they emanate from.
I can feel your massive body;tall as the Willis Tower
Looming over me.
Radiating
heat
mixing with the frozen wind,
making my skin prickle,
as if I dove into ice-chilled waters.
I sense you smiling.
That malicious grin of yours.
The air around me shifts and
I realize your arms are lifting,
pressing against my shoulders like
one ton weights.
Your masculine hands grip my throat,
putting more and more pressure.
My mouth opens frantically,
searching for air to
greet my lungs.
Your breath scolding my ear when you whisper
"I've got you now."
"Warrior"
Obsidian eyes
Glistening with peserevence.
Glossy ebony hair peeks through
His helmet,like a turtle popping out of his shell.
His armour contoured to his figure.
Showing off chiseled muscles.
His posture was potent.
Giving him an air of strength.
His visage twisted into an expression of
Concentration.
He watches the scene in front of him unfold;
Like images from a book forming in his mind.
The clanging of swords hitting swords swarms in the air like bees.
He withdraws his saber readying himself for battle,
Like the valor he is.
"Love Song."
Our breathing syncopating.
Creating both harmony and melody.
The lyrics consist of moans and bodies thumping.
The instruments are delicate.
They involve the highest of intimacy.
As both instruments make contact,
Embedding yours in mine.
The lyrics,harmony, and melody become louder,
More fluid.
As we make our own love song.
No title yet.
Her eyes shine like
diamonds.
Exuding exburerance,
For all to see.
Her supple hair the color of embers.
Flowing through the wind,
giving the illusion of flames.
Her skin as delicate as rose petals,
as white as lilies.
Her frame curvaceous,yet
tall as an elm.
Page five:
"Desire flames..."
"Resistance"
"Lust"
"Mother Earth"
Page six:
"Demented dreams..."
"Breezing By"
Page seven:
"WHY?!"
"Dead Love"
"Paramour"
"Save me, damnit!"
"Sizzle sizzle pop"
"Brain block"
Page eight:
"Desert heat"
Page thirteen:
"Idiom Challenge Poem"
Page fifteen:
"You're such a doll."
Page nineteen:
"Happy Holidays."
Page twenty-two:
"It's 12:30am and that fan is looking awfully insightful"
Twenty-four:
"I'm a piece of art."
Twenty-five:
"Hasn't anyone told you to smile with your eyes?"
Twenty-eight:
"Ville de lumière"
Twenty-nine:
"She's such a beauty queen."
Thirty-three:
"Love is whatever."
Thirty-four:
"Untitled for now"
Thirty-seven:
"50 bucks, two hours"
"Teach me"
Thirty-eight:
"I can't seem to remember your name"
"******** you."
Forty-one:
"Your closed mind can't hold me in anymore."
"Forget-me-not."
NC
The frigid breeze blows
The hair off my neck,
Making my bones shiver.
My eyes wander,scanning
The blackness for your outline.
I feel your presence,but
Yet I can't comprehend where you are.
The "clap,clap"of footsteps reverberate through the street,
making it difficult to know which direction they emanate from.
I can feel your massive body;tall as the Willis Tower
Looming over me.
Radiating
heat
mixing with the frozen wind,
making my skin prickle,
as if I dove into ice-chilled waters.
I sense you smiling.
That malicious grin of yours.
The air around me shifts and
I realize your arms are lifting,
pressing against my shoulders like
one ton weights.
Your masculine hands grip my throat,
putting more and more pressure.
My mouth opens frantically,
searching for air to
greet my lungs.
Your breath scolding my ear when you whisper
"I've got you now."
"Warrior"
Obsidian eyes
Glistening with peserevence.
Glossy ebony hair peeks through
His helmet,like a turtle popping out of his shell.
His armour contoured to his figure.
Showing off chiseled muscles.
His posture was potent.
Giving him an air of strength.
His visage twisted into an expression of
Concentration.
He watches the scene in front of him unfold;
Like images from a book forming in his mind.
The clanging of swords hitting swords swarms in the air like bees.
He withdraws his saber readying himself for battle,
Like the valor he is.
"Love Song."
Our breathing syncopating.
Creating both harmony and melody.
The lyrics consist of moans and bodies thumping.
The instruments are delicate.
They involve the highest of intimacy.
As both instruments make contact,
Embedding yours in mine.
The lyrics,harmony, and melody become louder,
More fluid.
As we make our own love song.
No title yet.
Her eyes shine like
diamonds.
Exuding exburerance,
For all to see.
Her supple hair the color of embers.
Flowing through the wind,
giving the illusion of flames.
Her skin as delicate as rose petals,
as white as lilies.
Her frame curvaceous,yet
tall as an elm.
