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commissioned
A piece of summer he did request. Should I give him my best? Or faux fancy fluff, like the rest? He and I have only just met. I don't know if we have My Caution's blessing. I promised I would be no longer be any man's play thing. But this gentle one is not interested in messing around. He would rather take me out than to the sheets downtown. Compliments litter conversation. I have to say "wow". Novum Hominem I would have you now.
improv
I hear that 'Failing to plan is planning to fail'. But I did not plan to or bond with my boss love my roommate or my ex fiance. Nor did any forethought occur before exploring the soup kitchen and casino the hospital and the ghetto or the skatepark and the church. What is planning worth?
mechanism
You and I were built to meld and function together well. If only you had given me the chance to hold your heart in my tender hands- we would have created the perfect machine. But common sense is foreign, you don't know what I mean.
selling
One thousand more days, more one thousand dollars. Another dark night, another hard caller. Giving it up. Laying it down. Your body and soul entertaining the town. If only the anthem did not sing for money. Perhaps then your insides would not be so bloody. But that was then, and now you want to know how much you can take, how far you can go. Which will give out first and fall apart — Flesh and bones? Or mind and heart?
selling
Of all your marketable talents sharp skills and rare gifts you decide your soul is the part to to give? Have you yet fathomed the price paid for that soul?
television
Entertaining angels and often demons. Both wait to strike different arteries of the heart. How will you defend your spirit? Are you training? Are you strong? Are you waiting for someone to come along to save you? No one will arrive unless you open the door. He's knocking. What do you have to lose? Just your life.
disciple
To all angles of the earth you are called. Can you hear it? The voice is calm and quiet. If only it would speak louder than a whisper. Are your ears tuned in to the fervent frequency? The divine demands are deterring. This quest is quite crazy. No man could ever reach these heavenly standards. Especially not you. Thank God you don't have to do it alone.
knee
He asked me, times three. "Girl, would you marry me?" Said, "I will make you happy in the years that are coming." I smiled. What else was I to do? He wanted to share a bed, a life and a room. I know he would loyally say I do, but no matter what he promised or conveyed in the future, he wouldn't make a way. I should have said what I had to say. "You could not make me happy today. So how will you know in years to come, babe?"
barricade
There be the walls, and outside rests it all. I be the builder of this cage, a key to the lock be the only way. The floor is littered in mistakes and failure under them all lies the key to escape here. If only I sift through the mess, the key would be mine. But I have not the will to search and find. Do I deserve access to it all then? If I am not willing to have fallen down my own staircase of discord? For now, I don't acknowledge actions not adored. So until I decide to, the answer be nay. All dreams resting outside will wait for me to find the buried key, that is hidden underneath to unlock the surrounding walls that barricade me from it all.
oil
I'm slipping across the kitchen floor this dark, slick substance was not here before. Why can't I reach the counter top? I'm sliding down- help, I can't stop. My legs give way underneath my waist Down to the floor, into the substance goes my face Rolling over to study this liquid's nature, I realize something terrible about the color. My eyes widen in horror at the scarlet red This haunting puddle was spewing out from my head.
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