Sitting here, I no longer know what to think. It hurts to know I will never be able to see you, to tell you… I never told you that I love you. Even though it grew within me, every second, every moment passing, it grew within me. As strong as the kiss you placed on my lips in that badly lit room.
I look to the bedroom we once shared,
The places, that smile, your curves I will never see, smell, touch or be welcomed to again.
I will never forget any of those things.
Especially not that night, in the hotel room. The things there I will never speak of, nor will I ever forget any second of every hour we spent there.
I'd be lying if I said I
I Must Be dReaming.....update by SilkRoses51012, literature
Literature
I Must Be dReaming.....update
I Must Be Dreaming
This will be a story I'm sure not many of you are familiar with reading, but I shall write further still. If you at all feel uncomfortable at any time please do not feel the need to read much further. Although I wrote this piece for people to read, I do not mind at all if a few of you choose turn back a page or two now, back to where you aren't reading the dream of a person whom is writing it out now.
Laying in bed on my side as always, holding onto the closest thing to me. A pillow, usually. The pillow lays bedside me, my face caressing the soft surface of the pillow. Softly trailing my hand over the face of the material
I Expect -nothing-
Delayed buses & running train tickets
Peach T goes cold on the knee, it rests
Tear stains dry with a ripping effect,
creased on a face of two
The sky, still a canvas,
Due to unpainted detail & withering beliefs
Photography with broken lenses
caputuring the untouchability
the intimacy between medium & lense
little Red dress, shake Bites & pink Dust
the pillow is in your court.
the wickerman burns
the storm Breaks with a Pink mini skirt
the train DepArts from a suspected Fatality
Let the rain not Burn
Let the sun not Pour
ear drums Burst with the Beating of the Drum
Stick with the Bass line
It Explodes w
what Is wrong with me...
am i Really here
am i Over there
was i ever Here
outside the glass
over there Behind the wall
smoking?
is that Me?
No, it is not.
am i The Girl Next to You.
do i have a Heart beat
do i really Care
do i seem as though I Miss You,
as though you're really tHere.
do you ever think of Someone
want to Hold Them in your arms?
Do You ever See that person,
And Fade as You Watch Them, Smile.
do You see what I see?
You Seem to See nothing,
I Seem to See You.
You Make me Feel alive Sometimes,
I'd rather be dead because I'm The Fool.
i Don't Believe In falling in Love
Do You Think Its Right To Kiss someone
I Must Be dReaming... unfinish by SilkRoses51012, literature
Literature
I Must Be dReaming... unfinish
I Must Be Dreaming
This will be a story I'm sure not many of you are familiar with reading, but I shall write further still. If you at all feel uncomfortable at any time please do not feel the need to read much further. Although I wrote this for people to read I do not mind if a few of you turn back a page or two now, back to where you aren't reading the dream of a person whom is writing it out now.
Laying in bed on my side as always, holding onto the closest thing to me. A pillow, usually. The pillow lays bedside me, my face caressing the soft surface of the pillow. Softly trailing my hand over the material on the pillow next to me.
I op
to a person whom doesnt exist
from a person whom isnt reality
let me just tell you
you are my canvas paper
i write with my ink
forever spilling myself onto you
my eye lashes beat eachother
i close my eyes i see you
my alarm clock screams
i open my eye
you
you are not there
i find myself rolling over
my arms fall away from my pillow
i turn back, kiss the pillow softly
just as i would you in the mornings
i remember i am not a person
i remember i have no original thought
i am not here. or there
i do not exist. i am not real
i am nothing but a brain in a jar
kept by a tormentor. a daemon
i go back to my immediate senses
MMCH1 In The Shadows by SilkRoses51012, literature
Literature
MMCH1 In The Shadows
Chapter One – In the Shadows
The clock ticks slowly as seconds pass into minutes, closer & closer to midnight; lust slowly licks up the neck of lovers waiting to meet. Air from the ocean sweeps upon lands breast & lands upon the wall of a nightclub where a fair-faced woman waits to meet someone. Patiently she leans against the wall, waiting. Standing outside shivering as the salty wind pushes up her skirt lining, tickling her senses. She has been stood here, outside this cocktail bar since eleven o clock. She is waiting. Waiting for him to arrive. He is her lover. She is his mistress. She is anxious. She is excited. She hasn't seen him
MMCH2 Lingeret and Foreplay by SilkRoses51012, literature
Literature
MMCH2 Lingeret and Foreplay
Chapter Two - Lingerie & Foreplay
Hand in hand they walk, down the lamp light street, dancing without music, only their heartbeats as rhythm & beat to guide them to dance together. Stopping at a hotel & deciding not to go in. walking on ahead they walk glancing at one another every so often, shy almost, holding within how much they want to show one another. Finally, walking along the pebbled dimly lit streets to her flat. Walking a little quicker he rushes to a door almost daring her to get to the door first, she takes the chance & runs after him getting to the door first & leaning against it, hand on the door handle. She beckons him close
Chapter Three – Sweet Dreams/Strip Tease
The sexual sensations continue to pulsate through their veins despite his losing its hardened state slightly, she continues to play with herself slightly at the nipples as she lays back on the bed laying next to him, talking.
I don't think you've missed me, it really didn't come across that you missed me much at all. Well apart from the small gift of a multiple orgasm, you do realise I'm going to have to repay you for that, I don't mind being slave again as long as I get to play a little game later on, maybe even dance for you if you desire it. I may not have a pole here but a bedpost will have to
to a person whom doesnt exist
from a person whom isnt reality
let me just tell you
you are my canvas paper
i write with my ink
forever spilling myself onto you
my eye lashes beat eachother
i close my eyes i see you
my alarm clock screams
i open my eye
you
you are not there
i find myself rolling over
my arms fall away from my pillow
i turn back, kiss the pillow softly
just as i would you in the mornings
i remember i am not a person
i remember i have no original thought
i am not here. or there
i do not exist. i am not real
i am nothing but a brain in a jar
kept by a tormentor. a daemon
i go back to my immediate senses
I Must Be dReaming... unfinish by SilkRoses51012, literature
Literature
I Must Be dReaming... unfinish
I Must Be Dreaming
This will be a story I'm sure not many of you are familiar with reading, but I shall write further still. If you at all feel uncomfortable at any time please do not feel the need to read much further. Although I wrote this for people to read I do not mind if a few of you turn back a page or two now, back to where you aren't reading the dream of a person whom is writing it out now.
Laying in bed on my side as always, holding onto the closest thing to me. A pillow, usually. The pillow lays bedside me, my face caressing the soft surface of the pillow. Softly trailing my hand over the material on the pillow next to me.
I op
what Is wrong with me...
am i Really here
am i Over there
was i ever Here
outside the glass
over there Behind the wall
smoking?
is that Me?
No, it is not.
am i The Girl Next to You.
do i have a Heart beat
do i really Care
do i seem as though I Miss You,
as though you're really tHere.
do you ever think of Someone
want to Hold Them in your arms?
Do You ever See that person,
And Fade as You Watch Them, Smile.
do You see what I see?
You Seem to See nothing,
I Seem to See You.
You Make me Feel alive Sometimes,
I'd rather be dead because I'm The Fool.
i Don't Believe In falling in Love
Do You Think Its Right To Kiss someone
I Expect -nothing-
Delayed buses & running train tickets
Peach T goes cold on the knee, it rests
Tear stains dry with a ripping effect,
creased on a face of two
The sky, still a canvas,
Due to unpainted detail & withering beliefs
Photography with broken lenses
caputuring the untouchability
the intimacy between medium & lense
little Red dress, shake Bites & pink Dust
the pillow is in your court.
the wickerman burns
the storm Breaks with a Pink mini skirt
the train DepArts from a suspected Fatality
Let the rain not Burn
Let the sun not Pour
ear drums Burst with the Beating of the Drum
Stick with the Bass line
It Explodes w
Current Residence: Uk Favourite genre of music: ones that bring the real person out Favourite photographer: There are one or two..hundred Favourite style of art: talented... Operating System: vibrates... has a battery ........(mobile phone) MP3 player of choice: Phillips (anything but iPOD) Shell of choice: breakable one Skin of choice: Naked Favourite cartoon character: Kyo-Chan, Death Endless, Thoru Honda, L, Light Personal Quote: life is a lesson. take notes & Always revise.
Favourite Visual Artist
inspirational ones
Favourite Movies
home made ones ;)
Favourite Writers
The Bard (literotica.com)
Favourite Games
what bedroom games do You play?
Favourite Gaming Platform
matress? carpet? floor board? wall? Park Grass?
Tools of the Trade
Experience. Imagination. Laptop. Paper & Writing Tool.
a mystic gypsie smiling at me as she dances by the fire
material sqwaying in the moonlight a passion lit in her eyes as she moves & sways her curves & those beautiful curves to get me to dance with her
red material floating in the moonlight, tambourines bouncing & chiming in the background as she takes me behing a stall only to push herself into me slipping her hand over mine to push it up her leg raising her skirt to take her with me more so than she does with that kiss.
should my character be male or female
whose point of view should i do it from?
sepraate, intertwined or singular? :)
suggestions?
I am still taking story ideas for
Well..Hello..There..Yes...I Mean You....
PLEASE READ THIS. I WANT YOU TO KNOW ABOUT THIS!!!
Once completed all things to do with project one will be SUBMITTED TO A PUBLISHING HOUSE, with all names & credentials to people linked to Project One & will be published in a book, available to buy on DeviantArt.com.
First things first. WHAT IS PROJECT ONE?
Project One.
A study of relationships of all kinds & the stories they tell.
Sections
- Family, Heritage & Relations
- Friends, Couples & Rivals
- Personal Relations to Animals
- Personal Relations to Objects & Plants
- Emotion
- Colour
- Words & Thier Influences
- Combinations of th
Good Evening Readers, Random PAssers By, Devoted Readers & so on.
Hope as always you are all well. i have decided that my workings on thew LIbrarian Project will finially be released as a deviation in the coming future. for those of you wishing to enquire, submit story lines etc as you usually do then please do so in the usual formailty of submitting a DeviantAcctHolder not to me with your message & critiques if you so wish.
The character that i originally designed as my Librarian has been altered in numerous ways for reasons i will leave it my own descretion of privacy.
I apologise once again for neglecting to continually update my accoun