You smile at me and I know I've done something terribly wrong. Your touch warns me and warns me well. I feel trapped by an unknown mistake and imprisoned by your will.
Author: chimera01
I'm a homebody introvert who likes to write random nothings that sometimes other people like to read.
Death–1996
Snowflake patches in the air quilt the ground with cold. The moonlight glows cruelly through the night, lighting nothing but illuminating all. Shivering fiercly, I turn to you for cold, distant comfort. Your ice blue hardness pierces my soul and warms my heart to a dull thaw. Your smile frightens me.
Disbelief–1996
Just once, my love, you'll hold me and I'll not want to break away. You'll whisper words of love, and I'll believe them all. And your eyes will tell me you speak the truth, and your arms will reassure me of your devotion. Just once, my love.
Mother Watch–1995
Twilight gently lays its hands over the world. Diamonds sparkle brightly in the sky, then fade away. The sky's bright eye opens wide and surveys its domain.
Angel–1995
Alight on the wind Night reflects in your eyes. Gently observing, Ever waiting, Longing for paradise.
True Love–1995
Trusting, caring, loving Respecting all values, Understanding all faults Eternally, no matter what. Learning all about you, Observing your moods, Valuing our time together; Expecting nothing less from you.
untitled–1996
The wind blows sharply through the trees as the red moon crests high in the sky. Brightly colored leaves rush around my ankles like anxious elves scampering to serve. The night sings a lonely song as winter announces its approach.
Nightwatch–1996
Calling softly to the night an owl breaks the silence. Wandering along, not far from home, the fawn whispers lowly-- And her doe answers with a look. The sun has set, the stars are hiding, and the clouds rule the sky. And the owl flies freely away.
Old Photos–1997
I cry for my childhood-- --But not for the loss. I cry because I look at the old photographs, and can't remember names. The place, captured in time, but I can't time the place. So much has happened-- --so much bad to be blocked out, that the good stuff has fallen through the holes. I … Continue reading Old Photos–1997
Approaching the High School Reunion–1997
We stand here together, the awkward and the proud. We wear the name tags even though the faces haven't changed. We wonder what we've all done to validate our lives. And we ask the required questions-- --do we care about the answers? I can honestly say I've thought often about some of you-- the … Continue reading Approaching the High School Reunion–1997
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