Flaunt

The way she flaunts, her body at me.

Knowing what I want and making me weak.

Moving her body in a taunt, swaying her cheeks.

She will leave you stunned with her physique.

Movements so fluid they haunt, I want to shriek.

She is on the hunt and ready, her bodies in heat..

Her curves take me on a jaunt, as I reach my peak.

She has so much fun with new techniques.

The way that she grunts, and grips the sheets.

It’s will leave you sprung, a feeling so unique!

via Daily Prompt: Flaunt

Toxic

You lookin through my shit
Click after click
I guess you can’t quit
Hitting that like button,
I know you can’t resist.

Double tap! Where do I start?
Always in a hurry to make a heart.
Looks like you’re trying for a restart
Long distance, lack of communication
You fell off and we drifted apart!

You’re sporadic message of attention
Are sending the wrong impression
Cause know its time for a secession
Trying to dangle me out on the line
But I’ve learned my lesson

This situation was to toxic
It was making me hypoxic
So truth be told I had to drop it
It was getting hard to breath
In a relationship that was counterfeit

Verse and Lyric!

Give me a pen and a pad
So I can go mad
I don’t mean to brag
but Im pretty rad
My rhymes ain’t a fad
my verse is iron clad
Emotions I can show a tad
my skill, you wish you had
When it comes to the rhymes
and the rhythms that I write
Just keep me insight
cause I might get hype
a killer with a vibe
and I will do it every time
you know it’s not a crime
Verse and lyric are divine
So I write them all the time!

The Truth I Know

Here you are.
And there you go.
You’re leaving fast.
When we started slow.

My heart is cracked.
And the glue won’t hold.
You won’t be back.
That’s the truth I know.

Here you are.
And there you go.
You’re leaving fast.
When we started slow.

We’ve been so far.
Through the highs and lows.
And we grew apart.
When we seemed real close.

Here we are.
And there you go.
And you won’t be back.
Yeah, this I know.

Update

So I forgot to mention in my last post about something my four year old did. Which made me laugh.

There has been this random piece of trash on the stairs leading up to our floor. It has been there for almost the entirety of our occupancy thus far.

So my daughter likes to hold my hand as she makes her way up the stairs. Well the day in question I was in somewhat of a hurry and so I was rushing her along. She was moving pretty briskly for a toddler taking on stairs. I wasn’t paying to much attention to her cause she has climbed those stairs countless times before.

It wasn’t till we reached the trash on the stairs that I felt a jerk on my arm. It seems in an attempt to avoid stepping on this sticky piece of trash, my daughter chose to sacrifice herself to the dangers of falling. Putting all hope for her life on the precarious grip our hands shared. Luckily I had repositioned my grip moments before and managed to pull her 40 pound frame safely to the next step.

It was in that moment that I realized, my daughter was ready to die for her cause, no matter the outcome. I am not looking forward to her teenage years. This is going to be a hell of a ride!

Smoke

The smoke lingers.

The smell between my fingers.

The taste on my mouth,

The room spins around.

I want that first high,

a feeling I will never get right.

I chase and I chase,

something I can never replace.

The time I waste trying to replicate.

I feel like I’m running through a maze

I’m outta place, I’m in a haze.

Drag after drag,

ash after ash.

I move to the next thing,

Something with more strength

Something crazy and insane.

So I take a shot than a hit.

from a vice that doesn’t mean shit.

I’m numb, my throat’s dry, I cant spit.

I’m gone, barely alive, I can’t quit.

I try and I try from the floor where I lie

trying to detoxify while I’m mystified.

How much did I buy?

I break down and cry!

I must stop to survive.

A habit, like another gateway

A demon that I can’t slay

No more good days

my demons want to surface

I feel less than perfect

Like maybe I’m just a burden

My failures are like a circuit

I promise it’s not on purpose

My demons make me nervous

The first time was the best

but it will never compare to the rest.

I will soon be six feet deep in the grave.

Dealing with craziness as my world goes insane.

Time goes by that i can never save.

All for a sensation something stupid I crave.

For a feeling that will never be the same.

A crutch like an animal that i can never tamed.

Day 33-37

What more can I say about apartment life? They are becoming few and far between but that’s just because we are finally comfortable. The neighbors still sound like they have cement shoes on their feet. I wish they would go take a swim. The weed smell has gotten to the point where the next time it happens the cops will be called to deal with it.

If you wanna smoke weed and get away with it, maybe you shouldn’t draw attention to yourself with all the noise. Of course, that’s just my opinion.

I have taken over the kitchen table as my office. Katie tries to act important and sit at the table with her laptop. Like she is doing anything.

We still need some furniture like end tables and bookshelves but other than that we have all the necessities.

As much as I wanted to say that everything has settled and there really is no major problems. I can’t. The A.C. that they supposedly fixed last week is not cooling anything. so as much as I love to wake up with my face stuck to the pillow I would rather not. My four year old has woken up multiple times in the night crying because she is hot.

This is what I will focus on, sucks for them that rent is due and I still haven’t paid. They have at least a week to fix it.

Love is Blind

For the longest time I thought the old idiom “Love is blind” meant that you didn’t see imperfection in those you loved. It meant that you loved them for them, despite their looks, their race, or their flaws. That it would be vain to choose someone based on those merits because everyone deserved to be loved and that personality and attitude could overcome physical features.

Over the years I’ve learned that, that is not the case at all. My interpretation is not the true meaning of the idiom. After being in multiple relationships and seeing my friends in relationships, some good and some bad, for both, I’ve learned a few things.

Sometimes we want a relationship so bad that we overlook red flags, warning signs and friends advice. We see a perfect relationship without faults, in our mind everything is copasetic. We harmonize with our partner and things couldn’t be better. It’s not till it’s to late that we start to see how toxic the relationship is. We can finally lift the cull and see the duality of the relationship.

Our friends might try to intervene, in an attempt to help, but we ignore it, because we are blinded by love. An ailment that we can do nothing for, “just let it run it’s course”. Having been on both sides of this phenomena, I can attest to the pain felt from both sides. As the person in the relationship, it is usually to late before you realize that there was even a problem.

On the other side of the spectrum, as a friend having to watch it happen, you can’t help but almost mourn for your friend going through it. You wish they would heed your advice about the relationship. You would give anything for them to see that you are only trying to help. Sometimes they may see it as a selfish attempt, by you the friends, to take up their time.

Of course as friends we must learn to respect that we will not always get to spend time with those we love due to insurmountable circumstances. Be it work, school, love interests or scheduling. We must learn to enjoy and make the most of the limited amount of time we get together. Creating memories instead of rehashing conversations about past mistakes. InĀ  friendships I find that sometimes we must let the past die before we people will prove that they have changed.

Abuse, manipulation, and irrational behavior are all signs of blind love. In certain situation a person can try to justify behavior that maybe illicit, unable to distinguished between right and wrong.

Blind love isn’t always a bad thing in some cases blind love can be beautiful. Being able to transcend race, age, handicap, and flaws, being the purest form of unconditional love. In these cases blind love is actually a beautiful thing. But learning to differentiate between the wrong and right kind of blind love can be difficult for most. To say that we have not all been blinded at one point would be a lie. So maybe we need to take a step back and agree to only step in when we feel our friends are the most vulnerable. On the flip side we should also agree to take a moment to consider where are friends are coming from, when they decide to confront us about our situation in a relationship.

Love, each other and except that we all make mistakes. We must be ready at any moment to help each other out and pick each other up! Friendship is something that we all need in our lives, to me friends where there before relationships and so they should be held in high regards when compared to the relationship.

As always, thank you my Committed Reader.

I hope you enjoyed this as much I as I enjoy writing it.

-EB

Muted Emotions

I put pen to pad and text to page.

But no matter what I say.

I can’t find the words to explain.

All the emotions, feelings, and rage!

Word after word and phrase after phrase.

It’s driving me crazy I’m going insane!

I write letters that become words

words that make sentences, to form a verse.

Yet the more I elaborate the more the meaning blurs.

I try and try but the more I write,

the more the meaning dies.

The explanation in my mind,

becomes outta reach and outta sight

You deserve an explanation,

And even with all my concentration

It’s on the tip of my tongue, like a flirtation.

An elaboration full of frustration.

I wish I could explain, the thoughts in my brain

Bound and chained, locked up and contained

A feeling that wont wane, my writing is in vain

I’m no longer sane, thanks to all of this strain.

How do I do it, how do I get through it?

My speech, writing and movements aren’t fluid.

I feel stupid, I guess I’m just not fluent.

In the language of emotion, I’m clueless.

And I can’t refute it, for now I must remain muted.

via Daily Prompt: Elaborate

Point Pleasant: Enumeration

Part One

This is an excerpt from the diary of Lars Holden, a resident of the town of Point Pleasant. I found this diary along with a set of books cataloging all the strange and occult events that have happened in this town. Lars also managed to catalog a number of strange entities that are found in Point Pleasant.

I must admit upon finding all this info, I thought it to be some kind of silly idea for a book. I’ve come across a few of these abominations, a few of which I would not have escaped had it not been for Lars.

-T. Reynolds

 

Aug. 23, 2010. A conversation between Lars and a friend would be a defining moment for the two friends.

“When did it all go wrong?” Lars asked looking at Phil.

“What do you mean?” Phil questioned as he passed his bottle of water to Lars.

“This town hasn’t been the same since that pit opened up and swallowed Rabbit Thompson’s house.” Lars said taking a sip from the water that was just handed to him.

“I guess it’s because we understand.” Phil replied.

“Understand?” Lars asked.

“Well yeah, we realized that bad things could happen and we had no one to shield us from it any more. When we were younger we didn’t exactly sit and watch the news. So now that we are older we understand.” Lars nodded his head, Phil could tell Lars understood. “Now every time something bad happens we are aware. We don’t have a cull over our eyes anymore.”

“Huh, I never thought of it like that before.” Lars said with new understanding.

“Still you are right, this town is not normal.” Phil agreed. “I mean why do we have curfews based on the cycles of the moon?”

“More importantly, why doesn’t anyone question it! We live in a town full of mysterious events and questionable leaders and no one is the least bit concerned!” Lars said.

“We are told stories of urban legends, things like little trolls roaming the forest, rolling heads that love eating human flesh, and an entity that is only referred to as Him, who according to legend, keeps the peace between all the other monsters.” Phil added.

“I say we go!” Lars said.

“That’s all anyone can hope for is to leave this town, I’m with you.” Phil responded.

“No! I say we go to the woods, next time there is a full moon. We go out and see what all these legends are about.” Lars declared.

“I don’t know, if we get caught, we will be in a lot of trouble.” Phil said, he sounded scared.

“I want to know why we are not allowed out there! Maybe it’s time things changed in this town and we are the ones to do it!” Lars said.

“Alright, you know what I’m with your crazy ass!” Phil replied.

The events that followed after that night were the reason that I started these catalogs. People need to know what is happening in the town of Point Pleasant. The citizens of Point Pleasant have been in the dark for too long, I plan to change that.

If you are reading this, Than I am truly sorry. Now that you’ve started reading the Order will not longer consider you a Know-nothing. You are stuck in this town just like everyone else who knows.

The Order runs everything in Point Pleasant. If you are a resident than chances are you took the test, and you were not considered a Scholar, the Order has considered you one of the Black Balled.

When you are raised in this town you are required to take a test in the 8th grade. The test is to see if you are qualified to join the ranks of the Order and become a member known as a Scholar. If you failed the test than the Order does not see you as a threat and feel that you will not interfere in there work.

The thing is now that you are reading these text you know too much and the Order is going to be looking for you. The only hope you have to stop, reading and find a man named Wyatt, he works at the mechanic shop on the outskirt of town. When you find him he will ask you question.

“Are you in need of assistance?” Your reply to this question has to be as follows. “I have ascended.” He will walk away from you without saying a word. Follow him and he will lead to a safe house located [REDACTED]. Wyatt will be your only hope at this time.

If, for what ever reason you receive a purple envelope what ever you do, DO NOT OPEN IT. If your curiosity gets the best of you and you open it, it will direct you to the Masonic Lodge for a meeting, IGNORE IT.

Find Kyle at all costs!

Best of luck,

Lars