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The worst word to pop up for the day. It’s brings you back when they got shot and tossed in a river to be discovered the next morning. And the phone call when they told you “how do you want bad news” and you said “rip the bandaid off” because you didn’t think it would be so bad. But it was. And you’re not fine. But everything’s okay. Just okay.Give me hope through a messy life.

Posted By Champagne On 02.02.2013 @ 4:13 pm

A weighing of souls, and their worth. A trial, like death, is something every being shares.

Posted By Champagne On 09.21.2012 @ 4:52 pm

Something that is mine and only mine. Selfish, but something of pride. An emblem you were proudly on you. Given by others, or was it forced?

Never mind then.

Perhaps it is something of shame.

Posted By Champagne On 09.19.2012 @ 4:20 pm

There’s a low thrum that’s pumping through her body, or at least that’s what I think is happening. She’s drumming her fingers in rhythm to music that no one else will ever hear, and probably shouldn’t be (or they would be making memories with little blue pills). She kicks her legs over the edge of the square she’s occupying, high up in the sky, and as I leave, I imagine yanking her only sturdy base from under her. It is not fair.

Posted By Champagne On 05.19.2012 @ 3:11 am

Explosive orgasm, cigarette and a rainy day.

Posted By Champagne On 12.19.2011 @ 4:15 pm

It was a little bit dark, heavy breathing from both sides. Snuggled into his chest I caressed him, running my hands up and down his arm and my soft fingers met with ridges, and I caressed those too. His breathing slowed, his lips found my ear, he held me closer and said “Most people avoid them.” And I turned my head and met his lips with mine and whispered into them, “I like them. They’re a part of you, and you’re beautiful.” And he smiled and held me closer, it becoming too hot under the blankets but neither of us wanting to let go.

Posted By Champagne On 12.18.2011 @ 8:13 pm

It says a lot about the heart, when emotion turns into faith and your faith into your religion. Worshiping idols never took her very far.

Posted By Champagne On 10.12.2011 @ 7:59 am

I do not need your heart, tho’ I would like it. I do not need your words, tho’ I would love them. I do not need your pity or your tears or your sorrow, I would rather see them dry. And all of the feelings in the world you could not give me, even if you wanted to, even tho’ we would bathe in healing. What I need, is your arms, your chest, your body tight against mine. What I need is that secure murmur that your blood whispers when I am held.

Posted By Champagne On 06.19.2011 @ 10:58 pm

It’s boiling warm, sparking. It reaches every pore and it breathes and it moves. It fills every corner, climbing higher and higher and higher until little drops spew forth, leaving black angry burns all over the ground. And you feel… alive.

Posted By Champagne On 05.21.2011 @ 9:52 pm

I am always tempted to stretch out a little further, to just brush the tips of my fingers against the forbidden fruit. I promise myself just one touch, and no further, if I give in just a little bit I will go no further. Yet when I get so close, I am tempted more, for the smell of that sweet fruit, tempts me to taste, and yet I curl my fingers back towards myself, knowing if I reach out the poisons on MY skin will rot that lovely fruit. And yet, I am tempted, as I see her reach for you, and you don’t shrivel.

Posted By Champagne On 05.17.2011 @ 10:16 pm

Even with the boxes, the tape and the little folders where everything that was, is. Even with the daydreamers dust shinning from the sun into that creaking room. Even with the crumbling, cradled pieces of torn memories, there was nothing of you here.

Posted By Champagne On 05.15.2011 @ 10:31 pm

Harsh and sexy, the see-through, liquid dress we put on after midnight. Loud roar through your head and the flight to the bed cushion wrapping yourself around in the sweat and kisses. Welcome to my vodka night.

Posted By Champagne On 05.14.2011 @ 10:31 pm

Her leg buckled underneath her, her hand flying out to grab red velvet, her fingers slipping through it. Slipping further, hesitating before she reached out again, hesitating, hesitating, hesitating, and gone.

Posted By Champagne On 05.07.2011 @ 11:59 am

I’ve always wanted to have someone watching. Someone to stare, really look, take me in with their eyes, and enjoy it. I want to be able to hear the whispering, I want to be able to feel them shake, I want to see them shiver. I want my audience. I want him.

Posted By Champagne On 03.28.2011 @ 8:57 am

Freedom. The freedom to be spontaneous. Random creation with purpose, force and energy. Blown apart. Generally ends in laughter.

Posted By Champagne On 01.15.2011 @ 6:46 am

You and I. There was never even a story.

Posted By Champagne On 01.06.2011 @ 3:27 am

Threaded in two. Thin painful lines stretched across, coming so close to breaking. It will bruise. It always does. And then we will forget, new skin, just like we always do.

Posted By Champagne On 12.30.2010 @ 7:53 pm

Everyone else sees it. But that one. That’s one doesn’t see it because that one is enveloped by it. And the other one won’t tell that one. And the other one watches that one suffer silently with every smile wishing those lips could get just a little closer. The other one is scared to.

Posted By Champagne On 12.26.2010 @ 5:26 am

Does it count as rejection when he wants to keep holding your hand? Is it allowed to hurt worse that he tells you he wants to make sure you will always smile and then reminds you of the realization of friendly loneliness that stopped the charming dance. Reject me not for the fear of love, but that you do not love me, I can’t hear anything but love letters from your lips, thorny letters.

Posted By Champagne On 12.21.2010 @ 9:13 pm

There are some things that take awhile to learn. How chance works is one of them. I recently read a quote that changed my mind on what is possible and what I want to make possible. Because it is true. When I flip a coin, when it flies in the air, catching light as it twirls, I secretly know the side I hope it lands on. There is my possibility.

Posted By Champagne On 12.12.2010 @ 2:44 am

He was very simple. But not at all. He was brilliant, and charming, and very good looking. But more than that, he amazed me. Confused me. Bewildered me. He loved. He truly loved, and he will always be my inspiration.

Posted By Champagne On 12.08.2010 @ 3:55 pm

Some people would call me cold. I would call them irrational. What I do is not heartless, the measures I take don’t make me less of a person, maybe a better human. The things I do are logical, I can rationalize my every action and analyze my past actions. At least, this knowledge helps me sleep at night.

Posted By Champagne On 12.03.2010 @ 12:27 pm

She was a gorgeous little thing. Everything she wore hugged her just right, like she had been made to show off nothing else. She wasn’t the smartest but she didn’t care when she strutted around the stage, shaking her ass so the little fluff on it could wiggle at its audience. She was certainly gorgeous, no classier trash out there. Not for me at least. And that’s where we’re true to each other.

Posted By Champagne On 12.02.2010 @ 10:22 pm