Atalist's Dungeon

you choke me with your snobbery. Its not enough that I am a lovely soul or to be intellegent. No one ever compares to you. Narcisists look like children with mirrors compared to you. You enrage me. Fire burns in me for you and your words. It is as though you have thrown the gauntlet down. I accept your challenge sir, Prepare for surprises... I am full of them.

I find you. I hunted and sought you out from the mass. didn't know what I was searching for at the time, just knew that I was meant to find something or someone. I searched for years, unknowingly you were only a stones throw away. I found intrinsic value in you.

sexual games and enticing endeavors. All the things that lure you. The intimacy and adoration, all the reasons you would have to want it. Its the beauty and the agony of desire. Forms coming together as if destined. Touching each curvature, becoming even more enthralled by the rhythm, the pace. breathing together to finality. Conclusion. Slowing of tongues and of hearts. It's in this stillness you meet the real person. Stripped to their core. Soul meets soul.

Miss me like I miss you. For nothing in this verse can keep me from caring. I wish nothing but joy for you. You are my partner in crime and the bitter end. No matter what you will always be linked to me. You are not necessarily the shoulder I cry on, but the person I turn to seek confirmation. The person who will tell it to me straight and care. When I thought life ended you didn't tell me that it will get better, you asked me where I was and what I wanted to do about my life now. You are the person who has known me the longest and will travel this life with me. You are my family and when we are together, you make me laugh. We have millions of stories and experiences together, from the "bumblies" to the slide incident, we will always laugh and cherish the stupid mundane things we did when we were young. To aunt kathy dying my hair and it going horribly awry, Or to the moments where we both sat in horror on the bus as mom drove the riding lawnmower down the road in her fl...

Timeless, I listen to the melody and it calms me looking outside I see the twinkle of the stars. I lose myself in my solidarity. Wishing that the city wasn't so loud. To be back in an area where they stillness rocked my very being. I slept and dreamt under the vast starry sky and felt safe. The wilderness was my playground. Running barefoot through the trees. Over hilltop and rock I ran. Until I made it to the water. Then I swam. Breathing in time, I made it to my destination only to sleep on the dock. My Island, My sanctuary. From birth this has been my home. Surrounded by the sounds of the water and wildlife. Listening to the loon reach out in song to find her mate. The gentle swaying melody of the trees lulls me to sleep. Here I slip into sacred slumber until the sun rises. For tomorrow is another day that I can be free.

pour me out onto a page and let the words that come define me. What words could you use to describe me? I pose the question with curiosity in my heart. I long to know how others see me. I see myself as someone who dreams too much. Someone who lives in the confines of her head. I dream of water and of nature. The weightlessness of it, the strength I find in its depths. How things were intended aren't always the way they are. So i wonder and dream more about society at large. I understand that I am apart of it, but how?

Oh beautiful dream, oh violent ruse... I wish and think that I don't want to wake. Morning comes too early and I am comfortable in the dark. I am enveloped in it. I want to stay and be where I am. No one wake me for this is bliss.

Lovely little vixen, Sweet little temptress. Dazzle me with your words. Make me laugh and smile. taunt me with your vivacious way. Your daunting trickery knows no bounds. pull on your seductive strings. Young little seductress. brilliant is the way you manipulate me. you move with such vigor breath escapes me at the sight of you. Feeling you beneath me I quiver. beautiful little lover, poised in such a sexual rage.

Pretty little girls, pretty little liars, we set our hearts aflame. We dress up and we play with heart strings, with minds... it is part of our game No squandring our looks, innocent little crooks, we discard our shame. Pretty little girls, pretty little liars we will set your hearts aflame.

I have learned a great many things, but I feel so much more. It isn't enough that I learn that snow falls or that trees sway in the wind, I want to witness and feel the events unfold. To be part of the history or dream it into existence. It seems so cold and dreary outside. The snow is falling and I have already been outside twice to touch flakes to my lips. best to make a good day out of a dreary one. Grey with trees barren, they take on a new sinister look. Yet all I can see are the branches I want to climb. It is all about perspective and I want to see the world in colour, not black and white. I want to dream and believe that the best can happen... Even when the worst does.