Archive for The Lovers

Dice

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 04/02/2019 by GeoSolus

We play a dangerous game
Not for the gains
But because death is a certainty
Whether we play or refrain…

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The Slow Burn

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 06/07/2018 by GeoSolus

A question, a quib
And a misty eyed lady
Wanting straight answers
And getting a maybe

A tango of words
A side step, a charm
He understands hurt
But means her no harm

A mingle of manners
A mystic charade
Where one wants to touch
What the other can’t save

The lost and the found
Exchange their position
As a deep sense of duty
Meets a mind on a mission

The 23rd

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 30/01/2018 by GeoSolus

Barely more than children
Discovering secrets
Those emotions
Under skin
Touched
A revealing shiver
Shining eyes
An intimate breath shared
An innocence discovered
Thoughts lost in the other
A new secret comes in to being
With a promise made

Dancing With Ghosts

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 05/12/2017 by GeoSolus

This trauma taunts
The wish and the will
As the wall
Starts to fall
In silence
They’re still
Ready or not
A hesitant touch
That moment is now
But it all feels too much
And the hurt cuts it short
As the old wounds still bleed
And they bow to the sorrow
So that anger can’t feed
And the silence returns
Quite different this time
As they both feel like victims
Of another’s dark crime
And the warmth turns quite cold
And a tear is held back
And regret and the longing
Almost feel like attacks
On a moment so perfect
Even time had to say:
You should not let the past
Darken the day

The Pact

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 29/11/2017 by GeoSolus

From a murder and the pack
They came
With hungry hearts
Embroidered on sleeves
Far too fierce to be tamed

One had an eye on the heavens
The other stalked for fresh prey
Together they found symbiosis
Together they conquered the fray

A Day Without The Killing Jar (First Draft)

Posted in Writing with tags , , on 13/04/2017 by GeoSolus

She whispered I love you with lips that had sucked a thousand cocks. She was a middle aged harlot and had been around the block more than a few times but had somehow retained a certain sense of romance. So much of her had been broken by rough penetration and verbal put downs yet there was still a place in her heart that could help her say I love you and mean it.
As the years of her youth had gone by she had held on to those three words. Saving them for better times in a nicer part of life. A secret that she held tight along with the promise that the day they slipped from her lips she would have made it out of hell.
Hell, however, has it’s ways and as the flesh aged the words slipped out in a moment of desperation and reached the ears of a fallen angel with a taste for all that is broken.
Upon hearing the words he went limp and she felt the weight of his body and woe as he gurgled: “I am so, so, sorry!”
She felt his tears mingle with sweat and the fumes of alcohol. A hot and cold sensation running from her cheek to her ear as she lay there longing to be safe and forget everything she had ever experienced.

Never Let Me Go – Draft 1

Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 20/02/2017 by GeoSolus

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Forged in the fires of Hell

This love has an edge

Dueling feelings

Defying logic

Grounded by a network of thoughts

These hearts are tethered by a force beyond comprehension

That willing kneel before the master of slaves.