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In which Jonathon Widdum hates his jobAs soon as I had entered the revolting place, I knew I had struck true. The raucous chatter I had heard from the street instantly quelled as the door swung shut behind me. The photographic stillness only lasted a moment as three of the patrons, all of whom I recognised, scraped back their chairs from about the room and stood in their own clumsy rushes to hurry to the door behind the bar.
My eyes fixed onto the tallest of the three, Lloyd Kovach. Just the man I was looking for. He had an awkward frame and this was severely detrimental to his escape. His own chair had toppled backwards as he stood and the man had instantly gotten his spiderlike legs tangled in it. He crashed down like a pylon in a dust storm with a yelp of utter surprise. (Knowing him, I can’t imagine how he remained shocked by his own clumsiness).
I sighed and strolled towards him, tired and exasperated, as he desperately kicked the chair away from himself. He looked over at me, cursed the chair and began crawling
A Heroic Attempt In LoveFinding words for you is the hardest act
But not quite, dear, a careful feat of tact
You see, sweetheart, what I’m trying to say
Is that you’re easy any time of day.
I’m not calling you a slut nor a whore!
I think you something easy to adore:
The wind to my wings if I were a bird,
Meringue to your pie, lemon to your curd.
You are water through my gills, sweetheart dear!
Bright moon; to your gravity I adhere.
Tidal breaths, you keep constant with no fear.
Yes, finding words for you it’s hard. In fact
Writing in iambs has left my mind cracked.
So I’ll come to rest with an easy line.
I love you, I trust you till the end of time.
Perfect FitThis was perfect. Marlowe had managed to silently gather all of the cushions and blankets in the room to curl up in without waking Morlax and now settled down with a satisfied grin on his face. The trickiest part was trying to teleport the other demon’s blanket and pillow from him without causing any disturbance. Fair enough, he’d caused the idiot’s head to collide rather violently with the stone floor when extracting the pillow but thankfully (and probably due to the thickness of his skull) it did not wake him.
A few peaceful minutes of relaxation had passed and Marlowe was just drifting off to sleep when he heard a mumble and a grunt and the sound of somebody sitting up. ‘Oh crap,’ Marlowe cursed to himself, ‘here he comes.’
“Marley!” He whined. “Let me in there!” His voice was even more grating than usual with the parched tone of tiredness.
Marlowe pulled his nest around him tightly, scowling against his pillow.
.The clean, deep, eternal colour encapsulates his hate
And he is hate, pure and defined.
His oil black crawls over my skin,
It's contours caressed by his passion for pain
And his intent violates every inch of my body.
In awe, stunned, I take him in
Like sweet smoke to turn my lungs to tar,
My heart to ash,
Leading my soul eight levels down to his erotic love for death.
Like a necrophiliac, he loves those he kills inside.
He loves me most of all;
Below himself of course.
Below him and welcoming his poison nectar
Clean, deep and eternal on my lips.
Glassware PinesMy fragile heart stands vigil
Searching out such soft, sublime majesty.
Alone in a forest of glass and ice;
Watching the curve of the pale earth/sky line,
Silent in its longing for your gentle glow.
Heart strings tugged in agony to your beating core.
Warm love, glistening on the delicate pines:
I adore thee.
It's NotIt's not the lipstick gloss
that makes a kiss
the warm pulse beating through
It's not their size
but the words they whisper,
It's not the color
nor the length
nor the glint
of her hair
that makes her special
it is her smile
in the falling rain
reflecting the joy
of yet another Spring,
It's not the time
she spent getting beautiful
that makes her so
but in fact
it is the hours
she was besides my bed
when I was sick
and in fact
it is the minutes
I could hear her breathe
in my embrace
AND in fact
it is the seconds
I saw her cry
(out of happiness)
Because she's beautiful.
It's not the clothes,
nor the jewellery,
nor the colored nails,
nor the drawn-in brows,
nor the words she says
to other people,
and neither it is
It is her mind
that entertains my poems,
it is her charm
that paints my cheeks
and averts my shy eyes from her
It is her soul,
that I love.
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-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."
SIRENNeath the woe of Ulysses' blood and toil,
A sea of heavenly-fury once awaken'd
Her gaze clad in honey’d delirium ablaze
Of such beauteous prize, he shall yield;
For her tongue hath seized mortal desire
And lo the Moons’ glory shall weep in vain!
Journey’s of madness sung with promise;
— A rising tempest hurl'd to Hades reign
Oceanic rhythms untwine love forbidden,
Breaking the mists of insatiable dreams
The Sirens call ebbed like darkness falling;
Her lust bleeding into the mythic abyss ..
His anguish bestow'd the folding tides,
Unto their lips would perish in mystery
Deeper jewel'd the haunting of his soul,
Forsaken to the ink of Orpheus' muse.
And ghostly twilight shone low and pale,
O’er the hum of those ethereal seas
Long wherest his heart shall forever sail
— Arthur Crow © 2014
The Origins Of The Ice Queen (Story)
As the Duke slammed into the cold, hard ground, Elsa knew that she had only made the accusations worse. As the fear began to consume her she ran out of the castle's huge, wooden gates, her breath increasing in speed and intensity the whole time. She heard a familiar voice shout after her. "Elsa! Wait!" It was her sister Anna. She was 2 years younger than Elsa and had a beautiful young face with a rosy complexion and had strawberry blonde hair with a white highlight in it. She wore a green and black royal gown with a flowery pattern over the torso. It was perfect for the coronation that had taken place that day. However, it was not so perfect for chasing the new Queen. "Elsa please! Stop!" Anna shouted at her terrified sister. Elsa started to sprint even faster now, she flicked her wrist and created an icy path in an attempt to slow down her ever worrying sister. Anna slipped and fell onto her behind. She let out a small yelp as she sat, stunned for a moment. She looked up and saw Elsa
SixI am weak
And I am cold.
You are strong
And you are warm.
I am incomplete,
But with you
I'm made whole.
I am dirty
And covered in mud.
You are clean
And your heart is pure.
What is my world
If it doesn't include you?
I am harsh
And I am rough.
You are gentle
And you are smooth.
Without your love
I am nothing,
And life has no worth.
I am broken
And I am bent.
You are right
And you are true.
And this is why I'm loving you:
You're the beautiful one
Between us two.
SevenEach day is a new struggle.
Each day is an uphill fight.
I go out, and I wage war against them,
And I lose.
Then I come home,
Beaten and bruised,
They won the last one,
They'll win the next.
They'l win all the rest,
Until I'm finally dead.
But I am a warrior,
And one who will protect,
One who will serve,
Until his dying breath.
And why do I go out each day?
Why dawn my dented armor?
Because I know what I'm fighting for.
And though they may have victory,
And the sparkling spoils of war...
I have you,
And that is enough
To make me get out of bed each day,
To walk out the door,
To draw my sword and fight them,
To come home beaten yet once more;
But then I see your face
And I know I'd go through it all again
If it meant I won your love,
If it meant your affection.
For you I would fight this many battles:
Seven times seven times seven.
Sexual TensionI see the lust in his eyes,
a whirlwind of locked desire,
looking for a way to be unleashed
There's hidden intentions in all he does
He's always finding an opportunity
for our skins to touch
I want him to cross the line
I want to feel what he feels
I don't want to be forbidden anymore
I want to be his sweet meal
To feel different hands on my body
would awaken what I've been trying to hide
The fact that I want him to take me
I can no longer deny
I wish I could touch his body,
feel him up with my hands;
rub myself against him,
do his every command
RadianceHer hair is like gold
Framing a radiant face
That makes the sun jealous
Her eyes are pools of mercury
Deep and entrancing
Giving everyone pause
Her smile shines like the stars
Brightening any dark day
With a laugh clean as crystal
How proud I am to call her mine
As she calls me hers
From here on and ever
Awaiting the DawnThe silence that shrouds him every night is cold
Day's very own winter is as serene as the season itself.
Something so very vital, absent
Like the warmth of a full summer sun
Yearned for in barren months.
And here he lies mute and far from the sun kissed dawn,
Far from his symphony,
So far from a promised summer.
Lids fall over a searching gaze,
A lie so vital unwinds
But still the silence
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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