5 posts
  • kellsbells616 9w

    Moments In Time

    What if moments could be suspended in time.
    Frozen little fragments,
    Of our own design.
    Set on display,
    For our mind’s eye to see.
    Unique; not like a memory.
    Precisely as they should be.

  • pikeeye 13w

    In reality (this is reality)I'm really being right really real here

    If you were to ask me,
    being 100% real is the only way to be seen.

    No filters; honesty, loyalty and respect is all I ask from everyone and all I know and those whom may know me. It is so easy to achieve no matter how hard it may seem to be.

    We are heading into a certainly uncertain future from a uncertainly certain past.
    The moments in time back then and from now on forth will be remembered over the years to come.

    It is a given, almost inevitable that the most memorable will/should definitely stay with me all the way up to my last.


  • peachywriter 34w

    #momentsintime #serpent #eden #unknown #mystery #humankind

    Day in and day out, mankind wish to see the worse of people and when they do, they shy away

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    my loveliest eden
    what mankind has done to me
    so unjust
    so cruel
    they locked me in a cage
    called me the serpent
    before their very eyes
    I transformed
    into the beast they wanted
    bare with me
    my loveliest eden
    for we shall remain
    the same

  • thoughtjutsu 107w


    I have often spent an infinity 
    just pondering a single line, 
    lost in endless thought. 

    I then come to, only to realize 
    I have lived out an entire alternate reality 
    all in the span of single, finite moment, 
    once here and now gone, 
    all in the blink of an eye.

    Life is but many such moments.
    Make each one count.


  • sheismore 201w

    I Beg To Differ (moments in time)

    "You were the Devil on the deck of my sinking ship..."

    blurred skies and carnal thoughts

    a simple fuck 

    mediocre moans of pleasure 

    And surprise

    I wanted you.  In all your filth and decay. Until wanting you was too much. 

    "You see the world through Chanel-tinted glass..." 

    heads nod in unison.  

    The disappointed glares of 

    self-harming eyes

    Tight sphinctered pedestrians 

    on the sidewalks of rage and discovery.  

    There was too much beauty in the variation to turn away.  Different worlds and different times. 

    "You're actions reflect upon us all..." 

    smile.  Throw the low ball at 

    the wall.  

    And walk away.  

    I took a shot and considered the rebellion of the day and the empty words and empty stares. 

    Scars fly in the direction of my youth.

    Shut it down and swallow hard.

    "You fucked the maid in the linen closet..." 

    half-ass efforts of 

    a smothering teen. 

    She was 30 and unsatisfied and desperate for a touch. 

    It was easy enough, I suppose. 

    Absent husbands 

    leave slippery cracks.

    "It was innocent enough..."

    The brush against my skin. 

    The wink, 

    that held undertones of shame and guilt and need. 

    But the rooms to crowded to read between the lines.

    They're dressed to the nines

    Some funeralistic affair

    Steady chit chat and that fucking dare.

    "I saw you watching me this morning," I say. 

    a whisper on a whim 

    "She was in the closet on her knees. Trembling. Swearing to Christ she'd never..."

    "with her ring finger inside of me I had to question her commitment to her vows..."

    "To loyalty and discretion and Rebellion and Lies"