Window

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His hands

Running along your spine

Unlocked the secret passage to your mind

Fueling your senses

Inspiring your fantasies

Locked in his arms

Yet your mind is free

Huddled together

Bodies orchestrating a symphony

Fingers solving a mystery.

His kisses

Against your neck

Coils you into position

You’re ready for him

Laying in await for collision

A subtle gasp on entry

Raises the goosebumps on your skin

A single tear trickles down your face.

When he is entirely in...

You consume him

Slowly taking him as easy as breathing

I learn about you

With every expression I am reading

Comparing your responses to a girl I knew... before.

Toiling long enough to keep him wanting more

And as you lay there

I see your heart beating against your chest

I see his hands canvassing your breast

I see his tongue tasting your sweat

I see you reborn as a girl I never met

And though you did not see me,

We locked eyes for a second

And for a moment I was him

While you looked in my direction

Staring at me with your head pressed against your pillow

Staring at you from the blinds of your window.

Olsfred James 2013©

Glimpse

Inspired by the 2001 American science fiction film, Vanilla Sky

What if you knew the exact moment you were going to die...?

That exact second before making the decision.

A decision that could be the end of you...

Pausing, for a moment as it hits you.

A vivid memory flashing before your eyes...

Like the sound of your car crashing

Foiled and wrecked

Ending everything that was you...

Forever more

Simply gone from existence.

What if you saw it all coming...?

Down to the last second.

Remembering the last words uttered

The memory of soft lips against yours

The smell from a warm embrace

The last face you looked upon

The last smile you received,

Joy filled periods in time we wished we could live in

Only to be stunned by the possibility of what would…

No, what could be...

What would you do?

The end comes too quickly

For the moments we hold so dare

Unable to be relived

Disappearing forever like a breath of air.

Are we being all we could be?

When time, eventually, divides us entirely

Should we subject ourselves to a Lucid Dream?

Alter our realities like the script from a movie scene

Reliving it all again

For as long as we wanted

Exactly, as we pleased

No longer servants to our memories

Filtering all adverse effects preconceived.

Yet nothing seems complete

As past afflictions unconsciously seep in

Reality and illusion compete

Paranoia begins

Holding on too tightly causing it all to crumble

Biding our time to see it all make sense

Standing in the rubble

Of the mistakes we make to our own existence

If I died in this dream, I would stop dreaming

A certain dark romance cited at the beginning

What would you do if you knew the exact moment you were going to die...?

A vivid memory flashing before your eyes... 

Olsfred James 2013©

Heisenberg

 

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Just another hit

One more time

I promise I won’t ask again

Humbly I beg

Patiently waiting

Can you see the pulse of my vein?

I’ve drawn the leather

Strapped and ready

Give it to me,

Give it to me,

Give… it... to… me.

The walls call my name

Saying they’re my friend

I pretend not to hear them

I swear I am going insane

Even me out

You know what I need

I can think for myself

Am being held against my will

Am thirsty, that’s why I have dry pursed lips,

Am aware I lost pounds

I found a few weight loss tips

Dilated pupils?

Numb tongued speech?

Episodic shakes?

Please, don’t mind these.

I… am not, an addict!

This, this, this,

This is all an experiment

A gateway to escape reality

Am at the end of my thesis

Completing the summary

I need that tingling touch

Smooth and real slow

I will bounce back

Please be my witness

Am tired of lying awake

Tired of this dull existence

Just another hit

One more time

Then I promise I’ll quit

I can’t stay locked in this cell

Remove these chains from my wrist

Olsfred James 2013©

haiku - Half

 

Her hands still tremble

Hearts frozen as the iced street

White flakes now blood red

-haiku-

haiku - Moon

Great hungry moon

Tiny sun no longer seen

Time changes us all

-haiku-