Another chapter's ending,

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

(It starts with) One thing / I don’t know why It doesn’t even matter how hard you try Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme To explain in due time All I know time is a valuable thing Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings Watch it count down to the end of the day The clock ticks life away It’s so unreal Didn’t look out below Watch the time go right out the window Trying to hold on / but didn’t even know Wasted it all just to Watch you go I kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesn't even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesn't even matter One thing / I don’t know why It doesn’t even matter how hard you try Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme To remind myself how I tried so hard In spite of the way you were mocking me Acting like I was part of your property Remembering all the times you fought with me I’m surprised it got so (far) Things aren’t the way they were before You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore Not that you knew me back then But it all comes back to me In the end You kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesn’t even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesn’t even matter I've put my trust in you Pushed as far as I can go For all this There’s only one thing you should know I've put my trust in you Pushed as far as I can go For all this There’s only one thing you should know I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesn’t even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesn’t even matter

http://www.morbidoutlook.com/fiction/stories/2002_12_gothel.html

its a short story.

btw the narrator's a girl.

wont take long to read really.

(probably not your type lol)

[ from the same site ]

The Rose
Bob Vega

taking deeply of breath

i found the sweetest aroma

of the rose upon me.

i looked down unto thorn’d rosebush,

reached to take of singular bud

and was pricked.

blood drawn quickly dripped unto the soil

and i finished my theft

of white rose with alternate hand.

raising the bud to mine face

i took in all she had to offer of scent.

quizzing at her beauty,

i dripped of mine blood

upon her whitest petals.

crimson stain

spread deep into the bud

and i smiled.

i squeezed of more juice

‘till petals were red of me,

and bud was heavy.

raising it again to mine face,

i took of her aroma

and caressed mine cheek

with soaking, inky petals.

taking deeply

breath of sweet fruitless offering,

i licked stained petals.

taking the bud into mine mouth,

i peeled away layer by layer,

exposing moist inner.

resting on mine tongue

i suck of her crimson nectar

hidden deep inside,

and lap the juice as it emits slowly,

bitter dressing unto mine palate.

and i take of her petals,

silky texture to mine taste,

and leave her stem.

perhaps to take another by blood.

but i have taken of her,

by god,

i have taken her...

9:58 PM