C.C.

naughty words It is hard to whisper of a lacy rolling moment. Without using words that I know you do not use. So I’ll simply change down a gear for this event, and search through a little mischief for some clues. I round up all the nice words that know their place and station. They trot along like... Sign in to see full entry.

An ordinary Woman in the Super Market She was just an ordinary woman, but I could not let it be. Sometimes one feels the need to wonder if this is true. Her hair seemed softer and her face a timeless mystery. I could see rings upon her fingers and of course I knew I should be careful, she had a... Sign in to see full entry.

soothing One tries and often thinks of chewed. bedraggled thoughts that try to keep in pace Mounds rise, to climb as something new intrudes. Sometime it starts with just a pretty face If there is a need to learn; look into frosty eyes. Dart like a lizard over there and round about A quick freeze of... Sign in to see full entry.

It is the time. Life reveals various encounters as memories unfold It is like feeling for a heart that beats above too many promises. A few golden moments in the froth as drums rolled It is all unclear and unforgiving, this what one misses. It is the time to carry the weight of feelings that appear... Sign in to see full entry.

Shimmering It came with sweetness and was perceived to be wondrous. But it condemned those who held what it could not touch. It swirled with greater sweetness and became a terrible illusion, It created an omnipotent healer to hold me in an inglorious fusion. I glided purposely past the influence and... Sign in to see full entry.

Skin report. 1 Supermarket. So skin defines something; the alien paid for his sugar purchase. His hand brushed the mature assistant’s fingers and he felt a latent force. He instantly began to analyse the invitation and the eventual chase. It was something to do with skin; it must have a remarkable... Sign in to see full entry.

The hour glass. I am unused to ornaments breaking in my hands Silk tearing into shreds and drifting silently into the thorn. Perhaps it was the first of those demands after the sacred tissue had been torn. Slept in those tears who watched and needed light Seven chimes and seventy cold years and no... Sign in to see full entry.

Feelings I am lost; it is as simple as that My shoes are no longer in a fixed territory. The green grass has become a dusty mat. The curtains hang hopelessly and eerily. The door moves until a bird cries. I have to follow shadowy long paths There are strange shapes in my eyes. The other who waits... Sign in to see full entry.

Dog end. I feel that I am kicking the gutter of my creative ability. My fingers pick up scorched dog ends and lipstick reveals the colour thought to enchant or beautify. The wet lips crinkle the tissue and it does not appeal to my artistic nature. Although when it is rubbed into fragments it hardly... Sign in to see full entry.

If only. It seems wise to let the lingering glow fade and rest in shadows. To wait and let each misty form fade as the distance grows. It is as painful as a tearful solution, just less obvious. The time is as scarred, running, changing the outcome between us. If only it did not end this way, gentle... Sign in to see full entry.