

WiltedI remember the sensation of your arms around me - protective, possessive -, the longing in your eyes that made my heart ache, the melancholy-sweet taste of summer-evening on my tongue and your pleading words in my ear: "do not let this moment pass".Wilted
It's too late now, was too late already as I watched you walk away, across the street and out of my world.
But I remember your hungry lips on mine and your fingers tracing the flowers on my skin.
It is fall now, and I am alone. I have let the mom


Without IIThe days march on like an army of ants -Without II
unerring, undeterred - and I follow, reluctant, unsure if I am walking
towards you or further away.
I trail the sun around the day, - rising, setting - and I start to wonder if it is still the same sun we see or if we are already moving in different galaxies.
I breathe, I cry, I smile (sometimes). I go on.
[But without you here, it does not feel, like I live.]


Without IMy world is peopled with ghosts, the phantoms of loved ones who walk in and out of my life.Without I
I inspire this attitude in those I love -
they come and go, and I remain. They live,
and I wait.
Life pours in and out, but I remain an empty vessel -
only you can fill me.
Warmth

MythosI saw smiles that winter Yes, in the serious undergrowth cut where I was bornMythos
I saw your brand new fishing hat and we were like dawns in our underclothes spread like wet sticky mosses on branches that blew smoke in the face of my monster blame
We spit like dancers: at our heels to move quickly to slide blade-patterns through the overtones the missing syntax of our misanthrope kingdom
We sped like firestorms
I took your carvings and trashed them twisted my own dogs to mean partiality for your weakness I
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Tu me manques.
As-tu compris?
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"Robert ... I'm trying to change my heathen ways ... would you have my soul condemned over rice?"
- Bucky
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Divided Creativity:
Portraiture: ~AlannaJohan-Imagery
Words: ~AlannaJohan
Thank you for this compliment and for all your wonderful, constructive comments you leave on my deviations.
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"Robert ... I'm trying to change my heathen ways ... would you have my soul condemned over rice?"
- Bucky
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"Robert ... I'm trying to change my heathen ways ... would you have my soul condemned over rice?"
- Bucky
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Ich mag das so, dass du schweigst, wenn du weißt, dass es an der Zeit ist.
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"Robert ... I'm trying to change my heathen ways ... would you have my soul condemned over rice?"
- Bucky
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