Shadow of My Lover's Lover Mahogany hairShadow of My Lover's Lover by ~flourescentpixy
Thick, dark lashes that hide
Eyes so brown they're almost black.
Angular face and lips
Drawn into a constant smirk.
Breasts and hips in the right amount
In the right places.
She seduces my lover,
Bewitches his mind and turns
His endearment of my less-than-perfect figure
To mere tolerance.
She does things for him that my
Insecurities and conservative upbringing
Simply won't allow.
But she will.
Sweeter There's a package in my drawer.Sweeter by ~flourescentpixy
Chocolate donuts. Six of them.
I hide them so I don't have to look at them.
If I kept them on my desk they'd be gone already.
I can almost taste them.
Chocolate shell melting easily between my lips,
cakey texture,
subtle acidity of preservatives.
Color, the symphony for my best friendColor, the symphony by ~flourescentpixy
Maroon, the taste in my mouth,
Thick, warm chocolate.
Olive, the glass bottle on the windowsill,
A rose for your affection.
Violet, the warmth of a friend's embrace,
Encased in a cocoon of cotton.
Cyan, the sound of a thought.
Inspiration can be found anywhere.
Amber, the dull light of treasured memories.
Your eyelashes curve softly against your cheek.
Gold, the smell at Christmas
Of baking bread we can taste from the basement.
Pink, the bubble of girlish giggles,
Secrets we'll never tell.
Make a Hat Out of Me for HaileyMake a Hat Out of Me by ~flourescentpixy
You're the master of the house.
That much is clear from your
central position in the room,
the way the rest of the family
bring food to you in your chair.
You care deeply
for every member of your family.
Lady who lets me sit on her lap,
Boy who wrestles with me.
Girl who's never around anymore.
And the one who brought me here
to live with you.
You care for everyone
except me.
You scream at me
when I greet you,
put me outside
when I am sick.
You hit me with your cane,
call me a bitch.
I will lie at your feet every day
staring up.
Untitled The sky was dark,Untitled by ~OrionBlack
The land looked bleak.
The snow was gone
Atop the peak.
Where hope once was
It now was not.
Alas the story
Now has no plot.
The tale over,
The ending nigh,
Something obscure
Had gone awry.
She groaned in pain
At what had passed,
But then was shocked
At what amassed.
The world was there,
But differently.
Ev'rything seemed
In Harmony.
And so she sat
Atop her perch
And gazed right out
Into the birch.
Where man once stood
There now was not
A single trace
Of battles fought.
And so she lay
Relaxing so,
As wind blew by
With a pleasant flow.
The age of men
Has long past gone,
And now the earth
Was
Tired 
Sta.sh
stace. 
Dance then, wherever you may be.
