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I changed my "non-fandom fiction" tag to "stories and poems" and because I don't have any fandom pieces of writing posted in my lj (at least I don't think so?).
So yeah, still wanna be home, but I perfected a few pieces I had floating around in my drafts pile:
1
soft soft soft
butterfly kisses
on my shoulder
on my neck
warm breath
tingles and tickles
and bursts out an even warmer
smile
"Circle circle dot dot
I love you lots and lots"
he says as his fingers
trace the inside of my elbow
i nuzzle against his floppy hair
taking in his boy staaaank
i gently stroke that spot behind his ear
he makes that noise
from the back of his throat
that suggests we do something more
i stop and he sighs
knowing that this is not what we are
and what were meant to be
but we made it this far
our time has run out
this is the end of our road
of our night
and maybe we'll see each other again
and maybe not
but we'll have this
and this is a lot
"circle circle dot dot
I wish it never had to stop
but I'm going home
and you are not"
2
The kiss of death
Had really bad breath
And his hands were as cold as ice
As his hands went down my back,
Even though warmth they lacked
It felt quite nice
He smiled through his cracked lip
As I began my trip
To my afterlife destination
Though I'm not his first or last embrace
(Because he has kissed every dead face)
He, for once, felt a warm sensation
3
Saturn
She was and is a beauty. Just because she has changed, just because she has metamorphized into something else does not make her wrong or ugly. She is adaptable, she is cunning, but most importantly she is a survivor. Her honey eyes are ringed with red from all the terror she has seen and all the tears she has cried.
Her eyes hold her strength.
Her eyes hold her love.
Her eyes hold Saturn.
So yeah, still wanna be home, but I perfected a few pieces I had floating around in my drafts pile:
1
soft soft soft
butterfly kisses
on my shoulder
on my neck
warm breath
tingles and tickles
and bursts out an even warmer
smile
"Circle circle dot dot
I love you lots and lots"
he says as his fingers
trace the inside of my elbow
i nuzzle against his floppy hair
taking in his boy staaaank
i gently stroke that spot behind his ear
he makes that noise
from the back of his throat
that suggests we do something more
i stop and he sighs
knowing that this is not what we are
and what were meant to be
but we made it this far
our time has run out
this is the end of our road
of our night
and maybe we'll see each other again
and maybe not
but we'll have this
and this is a lot
"circle circle dot dot
I wish it never had to stop
but I'm going home
and you are not"
2
The kiss of death
Had really bad breath
And his hands were as cold as ice
As his hands went down my back,
Even though warmth they lacked
It felt quite nice
He smiled through his cracked lip
As I began my trip
To my afterlife destination
Though I'm not his first or last embrace
(Because he has kissed every dead face)
He, for once, felt a warm sensation
3
Saturn
She was and is a beauty. Just because she has changed, just because she has metamorphized into something else does not make her wrong or ugly. She is adaptable, she is cunning, but most importantly she is a survivor. Her honey eyes are ringed with red from all the terror she has seen and all the tears she has cried.
Her eyes hold her strength.
Her eyes hold her love.
Her eyes hold Saturn.