07-09-2015, 06:38 PM
Also a much rendered down version.
This version was deemed too graphic/triggering where it was originally posted
Like a feather’s gentle breath, kissing my soft flesh.
The tight thin lip grazes on a cream field of skin.
A lover’s touch, in a searching tryst, of veiled lust.
Each kiss, delicate, concealing a vicious natured tongue.
Like a sensuous finger guided by instinct it traces slowly.
A sharp edge so kind and cool, licking at my hot bare arm.
Aching, drawn across the trembling limb, it longs to taste.
A gleam coats the surface, reflecting my vulnerable wrist.
Adoring, bare, the verge of freedom begging to savor life.
Bittersweet and innocent, let loose my life as the edge bites.
Flushing red, with liquid passion the dull metal, glistens wet.
Happiness spills like rain, running on the face of a child.
Thick and crimson, dripping ecstasy, the steel lip grins.
Life joined to the lifeless, pleasure to pain, hope to eternity.
From me it flows, my hurt, my ache, my essence, and prison.
Were but this my only pain, I would be free as my blood flows.
This one has all the flourishes and arcane wording
Like a feather’s gentle breath, kissing at my soft flesh.
Biddable, the tight thin lip, graze’s on a cream field of skin.
A soft skirr, a lover’s touch, in searching tryst of veiled lust.
Each caress, delicate, concealing a vicious natured tongue.
Hollow laughter beckons, calling like an honest, well known friend.
False innocence swathes, tainting the purity flowing beneath.
Keening strings tug at my grip, crying, to bring force to desire.
Resistance breaks, as a wave upon the exposed ivory shore.
Like a sensuous finger guided by instinct it traces slowly.
A honed edge so kind and cool, licking at my hot bare arm.
Aching, drawn across the trembling limb, it so longs to taste.
A gleam coats the surface, reflecting my vulnerable wrist.
Suspended; held back by vacant thought, forced on by desire.
The tipping point inches forward, precipitous, to the unfeeling cliff.
Invisible tortured hands vie for control over my shaking own.
Eerie calm takes hold, but who is the master and who the slave?
Adoring, bare, the verge of freedom begging to savour life.
Bittersweet and innocent, let loose this life as the brink bites.
Mantling, with liquid passion the dull metal, glistens wet.
Happiness spills, like rain, running on the face of a child.
Dripping ecstasy, the steel lip grins, a silent apocryphal smile.
Life joined to the lifeless, pleasure to pain, hope to eternity.
From me it flows, my hurt, my ache, my essence, and prison.
Were but this my only burden, I could be free in effusion's flow.
My bars are rent, I am open, bare to the breath of the world.
Tears finally come forth, with pooling cruor, ink writing pain.
Cerise and clear, metal and salt, they burn at my torn canvas.
Evidence bares forth, no longer whole, broken for all to see.
Afore the dam held strong, but breached, the flood washes
History repeats, the tide goes out, and it will come yet again.
I am cold as the ground, and the blade, and soon colder still.
Do voices seek me or am I calling to myself, the whist stranger?
It's not really finished, but I have no idea where to take it from here. I do love archaic words, not using them to sound all high and mighty but because I think they should get more exposure. I love how they sound and make you stop and think. this certainly has some graphic imagery so I have tagged but if people think it needs more info then let me know or a mod can change. As usual my appalling spelling comes out with spell check being useless for some of it.
just some quick notes on the bits people had trouble with.
I should also point out that I use Australian spelling, and I'm bad at that.
not sure if this should go at the top.
This version was deemed too graphic/triggering where it was originally posted
Like a feather’s gentle breath, kissing my soft flesh.
The tight thin lip grazes on a cream field of skin.
A lover’s touch, in a searching tryst, of veiled lust.
Each kiss, delicate, concealing a vicious natured tongue.
Like a sensuous finger guided by instinct it traces slowly.
A sharp edge so kind and cool, licking at my hot bare arm.
Aching, drawn across the trembling limb, it longs to taste.
A gleam coats the surface, reflecting my vulnerable wrist.
Adoring, bare, the verge of freedom begging to savor life.
Bittersweet and innocent, let loose my life as the edge bites.
Flushing red, with liquid passion the dull metal, glistens wet.
Happiness spills like rain, running on the face of a child.
Thick and crimson, dripping ecstasy, the steel lip grins.
Life joined to the lifeless, pleasure to pain, hope to eternity.
From me it flows, my hurt, my ache, my essence, and prison.
Were but this my only pain, I would be free as my blood flows.
This one has all the flourishes and arcane wording
Like a feather’s gentle breath, kissing at my soft flesh.
Biddable, the tight thin lip, graze’s on a cream field of skin.
A soft skirr, a lover’s touch, in searching tryst of veiled lust.
Each caress, delicate, concealing a vicious natured tongue.
Hollow laughter beckons, calling like an honest, well known friend.
False innocence swathes, tainting the purity flowing beneath.
Keening strings tug at my grip, crying, to bring force to desire.
Resistance breaks, as a wave upon the exposed ivory shore.
Like a sensuous finger guided by instinct it traces slowly.
A honed edge so kind and cool, licking at my hot bare arm.
Aching, drawn across the trembling limb, it so longs to taste.
A gleam coats the surface, reflecting my vulnerable wrist.
Suspended; held back by vacant thought, forced on by desire.
The tipping point inches forward, precipitous, to the unfeeling cliff.
Invisible tortured hands vie for control over my shaking own.
Eerie calm takes hold, but who is the master and who the slave?
Adoring, bare, the verge of freedom begging to savour life.
Bittersweet and innocent, let loose this life as the brink bites.
Mantling, with liquid passion the dull metal, glistens wet.
Happiness spills, like rain, running on the face of a child.
Dripping ecstasy, the steel lip grins, a silent apocryphal smile.
Life joined to the lifeless, pleasure to pain, hope to eternity.
From me it flows, my hurt, my ache, my essence, and prison.
Were but this my only burden, I could be free in effusion's flow.
My bars are rent, I am open, bare to the breath of the world.
Tears finally come forth, with pooling cruor, ink writing pain.
Cerise and clear, metal and salt, they burn at my torn canvas.
Evidence bares forth, no longer whole, broken for all to see.
Afore the dam held strong, but breached, the flood washes
History repeats, the tide goes out, and it will come yet again.
I am cold as the ground, and the blade, and soon colder still.
Do voices seek me or am I calling to myself, the whist stranger?
It's not really finished, but I have no idea where to take it from here. I do love archaic words, not using them to sound all high and mighty but because I think they should get more exposure. I love how they sound and make you stop and think. this certainly has some graphic imagery so I have tagged but if people think it needs more info then let me know or a mod can change. As usual my appalling spelling comes out with spell check being useless for some of it.
just some quick notes on the bits people had trouble with.
I should also point out that I use Australian spelling, and I'm bad at that.
not sure if this should go at the top.
(07-09-2015, 06:38 PM)TheOnlyRedSmurf Wrote: Like a feather’s gentle breath, kissing at my soft flesh.
Biddable, the tight thin lip, graze’s on a cream field of skin. to be controllable by asking
A soft skirr, a lover’s touch, in searching tryst of veiled lust. short strokes. a secret/lovers Journey
Each caress, delicate, concealing a vicious natured tongue. as in that boxer has a savage nature
Hollow laughter beckons, calling like an honest, well known friend. a mad laugh
False innocence swathes, tainting the purity flowing beneath. wrapped with (bandages, skin etc) that appears pure but are not, around that which is still pure
Keening strings tug at my grip, crying, to bring force to desire. wailing
Resistance breaks, as a wave upon the exposed ivory shore.
Like a sensuous finger guided by instinct it traces slowly.
A honed edge so kind and cool, licking at my hot bare arm.
Aching, drawn across the trembling limb, it so longs to taste.
A gleam coats the surface, reflecting my vulnerable wrist.
Suspended; held back by vacant thought, forced on by desire.
The tipping point inches forward, precipitous, to the unfeeling cliff.
Invisible tortured hands vie for control over my shaking own. may need a grammar fix
Eerie calm takes hold, but who is the master and who the slave?
Adoring, bare, the verge of freedom begging to savor life.
Bittersweet and innocent, let loose this life as the brink bites. edge multiple meanings
Mantling, with liquid passion the dull metal, glistens wet. to cover over from above, think mantle piece over a fire hearth
Happiness spills, like rain, running on the face of a child.
Dripping ecstasy, the steel lip grins, a silent apocryphal smile. false/fake/cryptic
Life joined to the lifeless, pleasure to pain, hope to eternity.
From me it flows, my hurt, my ache, my essence, and prison.
Were but this my only burden, I could be free in effusion's flow. an out pouring
My bars are rent, I am open, bare to the breath of the world.
Tears finally come forth, with pooling cruor, ink writing pain. pouring/drying blood
Cerise and clear, metal and salt, they burn at my torn canvas. the colour red, such as a red wine
Evidence bares forth, no longer whole, broken for all to see.
Afore the dam held strong, but breached, the flood washes anew. in times past. in a new way
History repeats, the tide goes out, and it will come yet again.
I am cold as the ground, and the blade, and soon colder still.
Do voices seek me or am I calling to myself, the whist stranger? Silent
I'm slightly mad and completely obsessed with language
Please forgive my spelling and punctuation
Please forgive my spelling and punctuation