Sitting cross-legged in the dark on the balcony
Uncharacteristically, enjoying the rain outside
Late in meeting a ‘no-future’ boyfriend she wouldn’t see for a week
He’d parted with longtime girlfriend..again
It wouldn’t ever be more possible or less tempting
I’ve to leave
Try not to go
Hesitating…
Forget the first word
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Secrets cause no casualties.
After all the casual, pretty words And the light, empty promises Why do I still trust you? Because I must. My trust betrays me. * Earlier at Short of Despair.
I’m just well-treated leather over a tangle of broken promises, dreams & heart pieces. A nice little handbag.
Srini in a Thai village In response to the post with the same pic on Srini‘s blog It’s a long way to the end of the road My wheels turn on tirelesslyOn one side, the world as I know itCalls out to me enchanting in its various delightsAnd on the…
You’re out to dinner on Friday night. It’s nothing exciting, nothing new. Till you look over to the next table.
This Sunday I introduce a workshop on Erotica Writing at The Hive. My interest in sexual and sensual writing was probably sparked off when I first read The Vagina Monologues. That book is a more clinical look at women’s relationship with their gender and sexuality but it was a door….
In the jungles of competitionAnd through torrents of hardshipsTiny flowers of humanity blossom somehowNo sun to bask in…they hang on solely to pinpoint stars of hope So it is in the island cityEveryday I watch it shatter in a thousand miniscule ways and return as debrisIt is called the city…
Temptation,inaction, more temptation,action, feeling of ‘no purpose’ is such a vicious circle…add to it the emotional drain!
Loved loved it!! Secrets cause no casualities. Yes. Yes. Yes.
“Secrets cause no casualties” – except to oneself perhaps…
So very beautiful!!!! (wy enthusiasm prevents me from being happy with just one exclamation mark)
My secrets kill me all the time. It is like the Cross that I bear and cannot get rid of.