Friday, September 9, 2011
Inferno…
When things simmer down, they add fuel to the fire.
I hope you find the attention that you crave & desire.
Its not something brand new, there's been situations prior.
I won't dress this up, No ecclesiastical attire.
We live & let go, there's no reason to hold fast
Time is of the essence, no dwelling on the past
Some things are better broken, no need for the cast
The once beautiful window is now shattered glass.
Its no price of friendship but is sure aint free.
It costs to be the boss & it sure aint cheap.
Be careful what you say, for the wrong words may seep
What you've worked so hard for, may end up floating in the deep.
You win some, you lose some. Life's a constant gamble.
Its never really smart to bite off more than you can handle.
The letters are there, like the soup from Campbell's.
But as easy as you've made it, things can end up in shambles.
I haven't said much, I've learned verbal restraint.
There are no hard feelings, & not complaint.
Nobody is perfect, I never claimed to be a saint.
No 3-second violations, so get out of the paint.
Monday, May 23, 2011
On The Clock…
This is the 1st of many short stories that I just randomly started writing at work today. Nothing personal or to be taken serious. Just a little fun in the sun.
Each time… It was the same scenario. I’d get that text, “wait for me upstairs” and automatically go into action. Patiently waiting upstairs behind the locker room doors, I listened for the elevator. The rush was something I couldn’t get enough of. What if someone walks in? What if the cameras catch it? Right now, we really couldn’t care less. In the heat of the moment, who cares? Then… I heard the elevator doors open & couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. I already knew what time it was. I saw his silhouette getting bigger on the other side of the frosted glass. The door crept open and he entered. As I turned around to lead the way, he switched it up. I felt his body against mine. My chest on the wall, my back to his front. One hand gripping my waist, the other on my neck. He knew that aggressive shit gets to me, QUICKLY. His lips touched my neck. With two wet kisses, he let me know he was back there. Before I could speak, my body responded….
To Be Continued…