BrainVomit - Artful Vomiting

I've yet to write on the mcm expo, I'll get around to it soon enough. Right now I just felt like writing down a couple of my more recent inspirations. I've been writing again, up to 4 or 5 pieces in a day when I feel inspired, or I'll go weeks without writing. I've been writing for contests on AllPoetry (my personal page is here with my full back catalogue of shite), anyway I've been writing for contests for inspiration and challenge, and also written a couple of pieces out of the blue. Everything I have written recently has been of personal significance, so I thought a couple should make their way over here to this little corner while I sort my head out enough to write about more important and interesting things.

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"SPEECHLESS"

When we first kissed,
It hung on the air like a distant piano's chord,
As beautiful and delicate as the northern lights.

When we first embraced,
It felt like a natural force pulling me in,
And the rest of the world was obscured from sight.

When we first spoke,
It seemed like an unstoppable fountain of words,
We could have talked for years in a night.

Now when we kiss,
It hangs on my lips like the sweetest taste,
The delightful addiction I don't want to fight.

Now when we embrace,
It feels like magnets holding each other in,
The warmth and affection when you hold me tight.

Now when we speak,
It seems I'm speechless and lost for words,
I feel so strongly, but I just can't say it right.

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"FOOD"

I crave you, I hate you,
Tempting me, Taunting me,
Making my taste buds tingle Making my stomach churn
At the thought of you. At the sight of you.
I hunger for you I detest you
Even when I've eaten my fill. Even when I'm starving sick.

You're delicate, You're disgusting,
Beautiful lust, Saturated hate,
Laced with the finest tastes, Filled with slick oily fats,
My secret comfort. My hidden sin.

So hot and sweet, So warm and sickly,
Adorned with treacle lattice, Smothered in sticky sauces,
Served with smooth cream. Draped in liquid sin.
Teasing with a centre Oozing from your centre
Peeking from the side. The sickness that's inside.

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This third piece is one I wrote for a contest, which was to create a dark story to a positive picture. Of the options there were, I chose this one.
"POSSESSION"

The sun shone down on golden fields
And burnt the maiden's skin.
She'd fallen into her prince's arms
As he had drawn her in.
Sweet and fair our maiden was,
Innocent and pure.
Darkened by the prince's touch,
And sickness beyond cure.

In the golden fields of corn,
Upon a summer morn.
Sweet lovers in the dawn,
By evening they were torn.

Pulling her towards him,
The prince, he stole her kiss.
Holding her too tightly,
She could not resist.
He'd woo'd her with his words
And brought her to this place,
Now the maiden was trapped,
Within love's tight embrace.

In golden fields of corn,
Upon a summer morn.
Sweet lovers in the dawn,
By evening she was torn.

All the maiden wanted
Was to free her loving heart,
But now this sweet possession
Was tearing her apart.
She reached up her slender hand
and grabbed him by the wrist.
She bit his lip and tasted blood
As she ended the unrelenting kiss.

In golden fields of corn,
Upon a summer morn.
Sweet lovers in the dawn,
By evening now forlorn.

The prince released the maiden,
And realised what he'd done.
Something so very precious,
Should never in haste be won.
He'd lost her now to darkness,
As night came closing in.
The maiden left him on his knees,
For what was, should not have been.

In golden fields of corn,
Upon a summer morn,
So naive at dawn,
The maiden was reborn.

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Anyway, I'm off to work out if I'm feeling insomnia tonight or if I'm just that tired I can't tell anymore....
Jenivere Out.