This is an exercise I thought up to help with understanding a character you created or one that you roleplay. Okay! Let's flex those writing muscles! Take the challenge and fill this out with some thought and post it in your blogs if you want! See if you understand your chara a bit better!
against my chest you make a soft semi-colon as my hips
press into yours and you yield like damp paper
and against my chest the pulse of us
a filament-hum in a sixty-watt bulb
and my chin against your neck, an impromptu bookstop
and your cheek runs against
my stubble and it is an embossed leather cover
and our noses meet
beads of sweat on my brow roll against yours and we are
a printing press
until our dilated eyes meet like magnifying glasses
and our lips touch like the curves of an
you are my fever dream, my timeless night.
i'm falling endlessly into you,
and through you,
when you look at me that way.
oh love, wake my heart.
your fingers as they dance across my skin,
unlock the yearning for you i keep within.
to fall asleep against your chest,
to know the rush of your breath,
to have and to hold you from this day forth,
is all i'll ever ask.
Dashing Through the Snow by Bahama-dreams, literature
Literature
Dashing Through the Snow
Bundling blankets piled up high,
powder falls from an indigo sky.
Bobtail plods down the silent street,
smiles and well wishes from who we meet.
Traveling on runners through pure white snow,
bells jingle, down the road we go.
Nothing I would rather do,
than ride here next to you.
This poem has been removed. by Elle-Oh-Elle, literature
Literature
This poem has been removed.
[This poem has been removed as it lacks the emotional and verbal depth to be a real poem.
When submitting please remember that a real poet is an outcast and eccentric, with real emotional trauma, and lacking these qualities nothing the submitter writes can ever be considered a poem.
If you wish to re-submit your work, please follow these guidelines:
-o- Please remove all instances of self-depreciation and any words that clearly allude to pain. These are "emo" and therefore not real poetry.
-o- Please do not write about love if under the age of twenty-one, as an adolescent obviously knows nothing about such an adult emotion.
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