Sunny Day by Jamajurabaev

His accusation was more than I could endure

Seeing damaged goods where once I was pure.

Adam had put his trust in me, while I in another.

Cursed are my seed, because of me… the world’s mother.

The destruction of all to follow rests with me,

but how could I know an Eden resident was capable of such deceit?

©  Daydreamer

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Fictional Point of View, 3WW CCCXXV,

Theme Thursday for April 18, 2013 – ACCUSATIONS

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Beach

it was a glorious day outside

no school and plenty of heat

we packed sand toys and towels

and rode off to the beach

only we argued over swimming

that my fear must be beat

Daddy glimpsed the sand suddenly

a tarantula lay near his feet

as his scream subsided

we exchanged naught but a look

I grinned from ear to ear

knowing I was off the hook

©Daydreamer

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Absolute Regime II by Quarion on deviantART

We were and idea…
blazing light, left at night
to burn in solitude
and silence.
Filament of sentiment,
seething and caged.
Greeting the morning sun
ablaze,
for days,
and still we burned.
Fighting a fading memory
in a globe too fragile…
a base to small
and still we try once more.
Attempting to hold fate
in failing hands
too cold for our warm hearts
and we fall…
embers or shards…
depending on the mindset.
Nevertheless…
We are too late.
Gases of destiny escape
and we cannot go back.
Life happens at the speed of light…
each moment a fight
to live,
to love,
and we must be careful.
Lest we lie broken…
an old idea,
dead light in cold night…
alone in solitude
and silence.
Filament of sentiment…
fragmented…
Waiting to cut or burn
someone else
depending on the mindset…
©Daydreamer

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Seductive Brunette

Kiss me… here.

Kiss me… like

the girl you knew

on the playground,

following all the rules,

never crossing the line,

forever on time…

Sweet.  Innocent…

like Daddy used to say.

Used to…

Anyway…

Kiss me… here.

Kiss me like

I have a job

somewhere important.

Forced to hobnob

behind a desk.

Never rests…

hard worker.

I wish it were that way.

I wish…

Anyway…

Kiss me… here.

Kiss me like

the nerd in school,

aceing math tests,

memorizing science rules…

Asked to tutor or help cheat.

Happily labeled geek.

Valedictorian…

I remember those days.

I remember…

Anyways…

Kiss me… here.

Kiss me like

my ink doesn’t bother you.

Like it doesn’t redefine

who I am and who you knew.

It is a declaration,

not a petition for segregation.

Individual…

that’s what I thought they’d say.

I thought…

Anyway…

Kiss me… here.

Kiss me like

you can’t see the speech at my side.

Forget the images on my arms and thighs.

They yell loudly, but so do I…

My body’s a canvas on which I write

screaming don’t judge, except by what’s inside!

I’m the same as I was back then.

Still seeking approval.

Called tramp instead of geek these days.

Labels…

Anyway…

Kiss me… here.

Kiss me like

you remember when it was you and me…

like the person I am inside

and not the person you see.

Help me to make my statement to the world!

How many times can I say: I’m the same girl?!

I want the same rights as everyone else –

great job, treated nice…

I never knew tattoos on me would change them in any way

change…

Anyway…

Just kiss me…. here.

Artwork by Joseph Lorusso

I remember your cologne and the way it made me feel.

I remember how the scent lingered for hours,

reminding me that I was yours;

that I had experienced some semblance of passion!

Fahrenheit…

as in one hundred degrees and rising!

I remember…

I remember sneaking home all those nights.

I remember the rampage dad went on when caught;

reminding me how cumbersome it was to have parents.

Too many years before adulthood and freedom.

Independence…

Three years and counting!

I remember…

I remember the first ring you gave me.

I remember how committed we were,

reminding me of all the years I spent chasing;

good fun-loving years, yearning…

love…

It’s all I really wanted.

I remember…

I remember the years of broken promises.

I remember the wasted youth,

reminding me how many nights were spend grounded;

just for a few extra moments with you.

Sacrifice…

morbid,I know,

but I remember…

©Daydreamer

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