Friday, August 22, 2014

pour vous…

I constantly thank you in my mind
just for being you, and thus
making what ought to be a dismal day
bearable, and worth living for.
Everything else fades into obscurity
as you steal focus.

Prompt.

lydiateasedale:

I’m back home early so I thought I’d post my prompt now.

on railway tracks, in the moonlight.

Tag #lydiaprompt please so I can see and reblog them. As usual write whatever comes to mind. Thank you :)

I’ve missed reading these so I’d really love to see some! Also it would cheer me up :)

Thursday, August 21, 2014

thephilosophersotherstone:

on railway tracks in the moonlight

on railway tracks straight ahead
we perceive our future laid out
as the metal gleams in the moonlight

it seems all so clear at first glance
but do we dare to meddle with
the switches to reset our course

when we look forward and anticipate
that the rails we are on need diversion
to let us reach our destination

all set and ready to adjust the rails
wielding spanners and gear we must travel
ever alert of the changes our railway needs

…On railway tracks, in the moonlight…

thechainsawking:

On the railway tracks, in the moonlight, I see your lovely life take flight. Your clothes, like your inhibitions, come off of your glowing skin. Layer by layer, you discard your past and peel off your painted epitaph to love, life, and laughter.

You blush, basking in the lusts that you feel coming off of my body in waves. My clothes hit the tracks as I step towards you in haste. I cannot wait a moment and bask in your grace. Your angel’s footsteps dance across the rails, and I fail you…my eyes drop to the cold metal as my manhood rises to greet your smiling face…

…and you take me in your arms in an embrace…

…and you whisper ‘I love you’ as you slip him right into place…

…and the stars fall, the heavens collide with the earth, and your moans escape the gravity bonds and spark upward into the night sky like fireworks, and I feel loved, and I love you, and I need you, and I need you to set me free…

…and with a kiss, you redeem the beast that once took residence within me. I was set free between your cream-white thighs, and at that moment I realized that I would remember that moment forever. I would always need to be together with you, no matter what I had to say, or see, or do.

I couldn’t feel the cool wind whipping our bare flesh as you began to weep down into your smile. But I knew you were keeping me warm. I knew you were keeping me blessed, and safe, and alive.

You were my heart, pumping life and love right through me.

Ghost Train

thesewordsarentweapons:

They were disused and defunct
so we walked on railway tracks, in moonlight.
There was such sadness
for a celestial being, which glows bright.
I guess, you had messed up my mind
because I saw a ghost train roll by.
I even felt the conductors sorrow
when he looked me in the eye.
He saw through the facade
he saw through the pride.
He saw quite clearly
I was dead inside.
Expecting it to stop
I stood still to the spot
my intestines twisted up
like the Gordian knot.
She makes you miserable
she’s unforgiving
she’s made the dead
salute the living.

thornpuller:

I decided to build a nighttime town where the moon was always at the point of bursting, ready to sprinkle the inhabitants with a glittering smoothness. everyone lives in danger of being god. an eternal curl of smoke and a longing steam whistle snake the atmosphere. I whisper where is my mind, traveling sleepers across expanses of grain and yearning. sweat and blood know gravity, spilt along every crushed inch of ballast. my gibbous hopes crouch in wait on railway tracks, in the moonlight - always palladium, piercing the pitch night.

notesfromtheunprofound:

Prompt by lydiateasedale: On railway tracks, in the moonlight.

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A sect trio splits
the path defined by myths of colour
above only the moon is true and
fools the horizon into endlessness
we amble
admiring static
faulty pixels in the graphic scenes
we paint
building a palette from taste buds
and cells that transcend our leg weight
we arrive
the end of the track is midnight
and we are hands in reverse cycle
liars
as the moon to the horizon
all along was
an unfaithful lover

everlasting-lily-blossom replied to your post “This is one of those days I could so easily give up. I’m wearing my…”

Just be you. The lovely you that you are. 😙


Aw thank you :)

Prompt.

I’m back home early so I thought I’d post my prompt now.

on railway tracks, in the moonlight.

Tag #lydiaprompt please so I can see and reblog them. As usual write whatever comes to mind. Thank you :)

I’ve missed reading these so I’d really love to see some! Also it would cheer me up :)

I cried so much that the sky joined in,
and that’s when I realised I had to stop.
I feel like someone rubbed chilli seeds
right in my eyes.
I watch everyone running in this sudden shower
like it’s acid raining down on them,
burning into their skulls.
I wonder if they know it’s all my fault?
I thank the sky for the sympathy
but it’s obvious no one else appreciates it,
so better wipe away those tears.
I will if you will,
I said.