You...

Please allow me to applogize that this is not very long. It is something that someone made come out and I had to write it here. It's not really a short story, but it's not really a poem either.

Anyways, there is someone here who inspired this. I can only thank them with this.

You silently slide into my mind. Without warning or mention.
You slither into it's inner workings, drawing my attention solely to you.
You disguise nothing in your investigation into me. You smile and in the simple act torment me.
You entice me endlessly are you a dream or have I created you?
You compell me with absence. Leaving me needing more...

My mind.
Awhirring confusion of illusion and desire.
Tasks, information, conclusions.
Driving the best out of me.
And the worst.
You enter.
Unlisted.
Unknown.
Rising more questions.
The need for more information.
For more conclusions.
Are you sent from above to help.
Or from below to destroy?
My Mind.

That was great! You have a flair for writing. I can relate to it, too..

Slither is an interesting word.

Sounds almost invasive.

As an innocent bystander who happened across this thread I would say>>>>>>>>>


Go with the flow, obviously there is a reciprocal lesson or potential data gain for the offering!

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Well the first half conjures up the thoughts of my next cigarrete , I would also agree to "that something" about the word slither, it's like slide with malice.

Me?

well...

I confess I've never been,
in green lands drifting luminesced.
Express the darkness you possess,
those lies are so precise.

Fill the grail beside the lamp,
and take your ship and broken maps.
Encompass empires time collapsed,
before a you and I

We'll go as one, embraced and live.
We'll delve into your thrashing mind.
I'll crawl around your terror,
toward a beckoning to mine.

Take me, make me, shape me still.
Create the colored palette's will.
Design your time and stop it,
so that we can be divine.

Flood my skies that darkest night,
but stay withing the line's advice.
The other side, that brightest white
is one you can't enshrine.


Oh... you didn't mean me figuratively?


Nevermind

Oops

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Thank you to all.

Slither is a favorite word of mine. It does conjure malice and torment.

I humbly that you for your praise!

What is your intrest in me?
You ask from your lodged safehaven of my mind.
Surely you can tell how I syphon from you.
My being and need, supressed by your presance
Looks unseen as you peer through my eyes,
Trying to see the way I do.
But hoping for what?
Illusive knowledge?
Intrusive Lust?
What is your intrest in me?
I ask you, yet you ask me...

You mention praise.

Do you enjoy evoking negative images?

Negative is not always as potrayed though. Surely something that you see as a negative can be a posative to another.

As I see it... Only one knows... I is he...

As I say goodbye,
Wrapping my soul to the cold.
I glance back at what I swear is you,
but only find me.
Gagued to the world I make me way.
Shedding no tears, but anxiously awaiting...
Again.

We are born naked and alone, and we depart naked and alone.


Perhaps there is relief and comfort in between.\

Sorry it I bogarted this thread!

To discover when not seeking
To be breached when least expected or even wanted.

To watch but not observe, to play the game but not the puzzle

Ever waiting, but why?

The thirst remains unquenchable in a downpour of feelings and desire.

A image created but not seen or felt.

To grasp but never to hold.

Yup smoking Sucks!

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Good work. Like Interested Always, the word 'slither' caught me by surprise as well when I read that. Interesting piece and thanks for sharing.

Honesty is not an option for the nefarious type.




Both a dream is a creation of a cyberworld encounter. Absense? It iS infruriating when we like instant gratification.

We tend to mirror that within others that we need to look at inside ourselves. In some cases the hatred is brought to a head, that too, needs looked at~

Love and lots of LIGHT~''

allow me to participate although the thoughts conveyed were private and open to the many females of ATS

These words are those that stimulate love in me.
The ice could break...................

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The night, a long friend of mine
Becons me into her bossom
But it is not her I desire this night
Her sway torn from me

You writhe in my head as I sweat under the covers
I cannot sleep as your claws tear for my knowledge
Lodged in your safe spot, deep in my brain
Probing still as I try to sleep

The searing heat of your touch, desired
"What do you want from me?"
Your words, a robotic voice in my brain
digging and gouging deeper into my soul
Every burden I posess, every desire
Lay upon your alter for your inspection

Other eyes look on to your conquest
Enticed by their own desires and needs
The gleefully watch the shocking revelation
lain out in front of them

This torture of pleasure rips through me
Pain and the need for it rise and ebb in my being
Is this good or is it bad? I care not
I feel that wich would be consitered pain
But kisses of your love bit like venom
Who are you and what have you done to me?
I ask as you smile evily at your intent
I fear not your pnishment
It brings my soul to life, awakening the inner self

The only response I have to your onslaught
Whispered from my lips in a moment of your gripping
Ripping pleasure...............Thank you!

Thanks for the drop in! And yes, smoking sux. That's why I quit it long ago