I once loved a man whose eyes and hair were brown
I loved his ability to make me laugh and smile
He would always make an effort to be around
That was him, that was just his style

I once knew a man whose brown hair was short
He had a heart bigger than the ocean
I floated within that sea of love until it hurts
Like all things left in the water for too long, I drowned

I remember his brown eyes and the way it lights up
But also the way it frowned and glared
They were beautiful when they were happy
And hurtful when they were angry

I learned that sometimes, we drown but survive anyway
And all we can do, is try to remember that feeling
Of grasping air, those painful claws in our throat
So we don’t drown again, because we don’t need that pain

 

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Inspired by yesterday’s Daily Prompt: Ancient. This one talks above a once good relationship that turned sour, an ancient history of two people.

 

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In a dark corner, sitting in a dusty sad chair, I wait for you. The barman, gaunt and old with a white beard, was cleaning a glass with an old rag. He’s been at it since I walked in.

The place is almost empty, saved for three tables. One, occupied by a woman with long blond hair wearing a short loud red dress and her drunk client. Another was occupied by a regular, a man probably in his forties but his addiction has made him look older. I’ve always wondered how the man ends up in this forsaken place. Probably, the same reason as mine. And then there’s me, standing out amongst the rest, even if no one can see me in this dark corner.

I wore my long black coat, underneath it is a little black dress, one that I bought just for you. I am no drunk and yet I’m sitting at a bar far away from the city center, older than anything I’ve ever been. It was almost disgusting, but you were right, in here, no one will recognize us and we can be anyone who we want to be.

You’re late again, I don’t even know why I come on time. You’re always late and you don’t even try to make an excuse. I’ve been here for 15 minutes, sipping on a cheap red wine, but I wait patiently. This place is miserable, but the thought of seeing you just makes up for it. Finally, I hear the door opening and I peek your tall figure entering. Your dark hair is messy, as always. You flash me a smile as soon as you glanced at me, and you take my breathe away. For all the time you’ve given me that smile, it is yet to fail to make my heart skip a beat.

You kissed me on my cheek, “hey babe,” you said, lacing your fingers into mine and kissing them. “Hi,” I said huskily, I don’t mean to sound like that, but you’ve got power over me.

You asked me if I was ready and I said yes even though I wanted us to stay just for a few moments, to talk because we never talk.

We walked towards your car and as soon as we get in, we share a torrid kiss. “God, you’re amazing,” you commented as your fingers slips back and forth my legs. We drive farther and ended up in a motel in another town.

It was new to us, and I didn’t give a damn. You tore my dress as soon as you got hard. The fucking is always amazing with you. You blow my mind and I blow yours too. We can’t keep our hands from each other. You make me scream in a way no one has ever.

When we’re finish, you would light a cigarette as I lay my head in your chest. You’d play with my hair and I caress your stomach. We’d stay like that for a few minutes. Sometimes, when it’s a good day, I keep you for three or four hours. Often, by the end of your second stick, we’re done.

Your phone rings and you curse under your breath and so do I, in my mind. You stood up and scramble around as you look for your phone.

“Hello,” you answered
“Sorry, staying late again, don’t worry, I’m almost done. I’ll be home soon.”
“Yeah, I love you,”

I roll my eyes silently. We need to go, you said. I grudgingly followed you, dressing up. I asked you to zip me up, you kissed me in my shoulders, then my neck and turned me around to face you.

“I’ll make it up for you, I promise,” you said. I smiled and kiss you, believing you again.

She is the reason why we hide, why I end up in that desolate bar. She is the reason why you can’t be mine. I feel bad for her sometimes, does she know that your’re fucking someone else? Does she know that you beg me to do things to you? Does she?

But, you always come home to her and never with me. And yet, here I am, stupidly in love with you even if you’re truly not mine.

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The above post is inspired by today’s prompt, Underground.

And so, she gave herself to someone else. She has lost the smile she used to give him and replace it with something he can’t recognize. She shared her laughter with someone else, one that sounded strange in his ears. Her heart changed its beat, to a rhythm he couldn’t understand. She gave herself to someone else, when she realized that while she waited for him, someone else was waiting for her.

Daily Post: Waiting

Photo: Unknown

“Born in a thunderstorm, lightning was her earliest memory. Stories have been told that on her first cry, a thunder so strong shook the Earth. She smiled upon hearing the sound. She was named Rain, a name fit for a heroine. An original through her core, she was a force to be reckoned. Not even the strongest and scariest hurricane can wither her strength, she is its daughter after all.”

Daily Post: Original

Photo Credit: Rainbow Winters

 

Daily Prompt: Graceful

They may speak of lovers who experienced “flash mob proposals”
They may speak of children who are “techy” and “modern”
They may speak of youth who’ve had experience electronic music
And they can definitely speak about how this is the “best time” to be alive

But, we will never go out of style

We were lovers who wrote letters filled with our heart and soul
We were children who had nature to discover
We were youth that stayed up late at night as we sang songs and played the guitar, enjoying music at its core
Life was simpler then, we didn’t have much, but we had each other

And our time, it will never go out of style

Daily Prompt: Stylish

The guitar sings its tune

With a slow beat of drums

Her hair effortlessly sways

As her hips swings

She smiles like she’s got a secret

She twirls with grace

She release a laughter while she dance

Her eyes closed

The music swayed with her

And everything about it was passion

Body and music blending as one

 

Daily Prompt: Passionate