KikuMizu

Sea-glass became your bones, brine your blood, and seashells melded into your skin. You were not quite an ocean when you said "This is your sign to love me." My body was like a building; tall, cold, almost unbreakable. I was metallic and sharp, towering over your waters. I remember taking your hand in mine, conch and coral shells scrubbing my skyscraper wrists, and laughing about how one day you would submerge every last bit of me. Your lips, riddled with argonauts, found my cheek and I cringed at the coarseness. You asked if they bothered me and I finally told you "I think I love you."

Persephone Deeper. My lovely, light, Petals wilt. This faceted rouge jewel, Is delectable.

He said "Daddy, you're the best." He said "Son, I love you." He said "Mommy, hold me close to your chest." She said "Come here, Baby." He said "Sister, Why are you so mean?" She said "Because you don't know what it's like to be me." And every Christmas, he'd get what he wanted due to his father  always at work Every Spring, he'd play in the sun even if it was just him alone Every summer,  he said he wanted a brother, and mommy said no Every fall, he said loved going to school He just wanted to have fun He was only five and never understood what the world was about He just wished to be happy forever He said "Daddy, why are you so mean?" He

Her name was Chastity, which was funny because she was anything but chaste. She loved to fuck, and by the time I met her she'd done it plenty of times. Far more than I had, and that's saying something. I suppose most guys would have been worried getting involved with a girl like her, but I wasn't. Just the opposite. I loved that she wasn't ashamed to admit she enjoyed sex, that she had it as often as she wanted and didn't let petty words like "slut" define her. And I loved her name—the irony of it, the way it sounded, the way it tasted in my mouth. Despite its meaning, "chastity" has got to be one of the most erotic words ever invente

Rooney found himself heaving a great sigh of boredom that Saturday afternoon he had been charged with the painstaking task of looking after the family store. "Madoc's Sorcery and Potion Supplies" was a small cove like corner store wedged between two other businesses; one a moderately successful book shop and the other a rundown tavern that was typically quiet and only home to cockroaches, rats and the lone bartender. The family store itself was cluttered with various uncommon tools and ingredients needed to perform the little practice art of wizardry. Though it was filled with just as much dust and stale air as it was full of actual product t

Letters written with reckless abandon ink on paper with irrevocable passion Words and scented paper in an envelope, in your hands. a special surprise, meant for your eyes Stained with tears and so much want Forever to be treasured and fade with age Torn up in heated moments, clasped in desperate times This is no more What is this? Love is a notification A ringtone, something that needs usernames a password, but not breathed secretly on lips. Love is a status on your wall Will they ''like'' it retweet, bbm, direct message This intense romance Nothing will stop this love except perhaps a bad internet connection Can be disco

The haze of mornings lost to waking through hours kept to bay past night drifting lids pull lashes raking nocturnal echo, nature's spite not life but else I won't acknowledge see ye I've fallen past repair sweet brink of time I stand at thy edge locks kin to cheeks, blushing maiden fair of Angel I am far discription yet still insist remarks he so fuel I for he imagination fall further down by way to grow waken from vision enough gain right to know that I must still be there muse whos morning confers through the night thine lips reel head in thoughts I dare You've not found true love, privileged glorious thing Till to fall i

I was the boy who remained silent Through those weeks, months and years Watching the tide begin to rise From all of your fallen tears A tide of insecurity That in time became so deep It would set about draining you Of all the secrets that you keep I was the boy who remained mute I watched your life unfold from above As you were shattered with pain And given false hope with love So many times I was tempted To come and heal my angels pain But up above in the blue sky For now at least I would remain I was the boy who stayed silent A hush so deafeningly loud You were never alone though Princess, I was on a cloud I watched as a