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Category Archives: Borrowed Time
Focal Point
We talk about love lost as if we knew love. We speak of faded dreams as if we were awake. You were once my answer; But I asked the wrong question. I was once your truth; But reality was too … Continue reading
Posted in Borrowed Time, Death, Dream, Storytime, Stream of Consciousness
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Midsummer’s Night
It was a dream that lasted a lifetime; a story that cannot be unveiled. The first touch on midsummer’s night; The first kiss by the stage light. It was sweet wine and bitter draught, Good mornings and good nights. You … Continue reading
Posted in Borrowed Time, Dream, Fairytale, Goodbye, Memories, Storytime, Summer
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A Different Kind Of Bright
We stand under the stars on a moonless night Wishing for our stories a brand new start But the stars burnt out a thousand years ago Torching with them our wishes before we had a chance to know All the … Continue reading
Posted in Borrowed Time, Life, Stream of Consciousness, Symbolism
Tagged Cosmic, Light, Stars, The Chase
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For One Last Time
It’s make it or break it The last goodbye or a new beginning No more stories No more sorries No more early morning apologies and late night tears For one last time we will sit and feign ignorance of the … Continue reading
My Muse (Thank You)
In your eyes I saw a flicker of something very close to love, But everything was all a lie. A lie made to keep me elated. A lie believed to keep you intoxicating. I once thought words were our only weapon; … Continue reading
Hurried Goodbye
We knew the end was approaching, but we didn’t know when: I was bidding my time hoping it would never arrive while you spared no thoughts for what was coming to pass. The moment the end struck, a moment of … Continue reading
Once Upon A December
Rain falling on parched meadow, Fire roaring amidst mid-winter snow. The legendary silver lining. The moment of magnificence. A second of eternity; An instance of etheral perfection; A transient story in an endless universe. Savour this brief moment of transcendance, … Continue reading
A Moment of Intimacy; A Moment of Folly
The wind was colder than her heart. Standing in the streets in his arms She melted in the comfort of the unfamiliar embrace For one moment, he meant everything and nothing.
Winter Romance
“Do you write?” He asked. “Yes.” She replied. *** Ruby red parting velvet lips, bodies warming against the icy wind. The amber glows brighter as the night grew deeper, the hunger of the coyote grows. He said, “I want you … Continue reading
Random Musings of a Less-Than-Spotless Mind 