Lately, I've been in a creative mood. Blame the contemplation of my future, or that cocktail of emotions swirling in my veins. I've been writing poetry, such as Fate. I also went for something a bit more artistic-ish and contemplative, such as the one about a baby god, and the one that seems to mean differently to the people who have read it.
On my phone is a notepad app, which is becoming my favourite so far. I have a handful of notes in there, some in poetry form, some not. But all of those seem to have this intimate feeling to it. Its like those words were plucked from inside of me and composed into something personal and so clear.
Longing, confusion and hope.
It makes me hesitate to post them on here because the way I write makes it seem so sensual. Your first impression would make you think of skin on skin, lips on lips and such pleasure.
See, I did that again.
I don't know why I'm writing this post, just to tell you guys that "Hey, I've written things that I'm shy to show off." perhaps. But since I'm already baring this part of my soul, a tiny tiny part, I'll just let you read two lines of something I wrote.
The way he said my name was like
A heavenly sweetness dripping from those lips.