Post by xunpredictablel on May 1, 2010 19:31:02 GMT -5
|Title| She Makes Me Feel Like It's Raining Outside. (don't sue me, blink 182. I'll change that if I'll ever, ever get published. ._.)
|Rating| Uhh... PG?
A maiden- maiden?
drifting out to sea in
a sealess state.
Her white dresses and tresses
tumble ~ platinum hair made
from gold.
She reaches out a pale, poised hand
her voice lingering as if a ghost's.
another language.
Her eyes are so grey they are nearly white
in a fairytale, she'd be blind and
she's anything but.
The wind comes and rips a tear down
her dress, down her chest, exposing
her stomach.
As if in a dreamless state, you watch as
a pale, cloudy hand reaches forward
from the sky.
It touches her belly, a thin arm, shaking
as the maiden looks up in wonder,
you wonder..
The touch would seem cold, from an
unnatural being, but she seems unalarmed
and colored.
Her cheeks turn red, and healthy because
the hand had brushed her cheekbone
in its departure.
She raised her hands in rejoicing, reaching
to the god-like moment, cradling it in
her arms and hips.
Her eyes then turned dreamy as the
weather returned its dreary demeanor.
But she stayed.
She laid down in the grass, her pale hair
turning golden as she stroked the
blades into green.
As every raindrop falling splashed
against her face, it turned cerulean-
bright blue.
She reached up to the sky with a paled
hand- almost angelically! and wiped
the clouds away.
She dotted the sky with bright little
points of her fingertips and they
danced the night away.
All the while this happened, you glanced
down upon her pallid face and she had
this easygoing smile.
And you noticed her belly had swollen,
you gasped and leaned forward
at the beauty.
'A mother is a magic thing.' you whisper
and you wipe her now old tear
drops away.
Your arms come down around her, and
as you fall beside her, wolves appear to
behold the sight.
You fell, a mere man, against a creator
of life and she held you close to her
breast-
The wolves gathered 'round you and
their friendly eyes protected you. A
woman nudged her stomach.
The alpha led in a celebratory howl,
as they did, you fell in love with
a lost soul, now so found.
Nothing compares to the full feeling
in a woman's womb and breast-
no beauty is an adversary.
A man is just a man - lest he is
under judgement. Woman, just
a woman lest full.
In a single hand, she held a mouse,
with eyes barely opened, she breathed
against it, and it grew.
You watched in wonderment, ever
awed at her graceful, ethereal
beauty.
Your hands reached out and brushed
against her neck; her lips opened and
a sound was uttered.
Does it surprise you? A sound reminding
of a siren - alluring and attractin
-g you.
Her eyes widen and look at you, for
once finally seeing you; her eyes lost
their dreamy sheen.
But here, something distracts her, or presses
her back- and she lingers still in her drifting world.
And you stayed there for a long,
long while - bathing in the
innocent beauty.
Eventually, though, your arms push
you upwards and you walk
away from the field
of beauty?
Then you heard a cry reverberate through
the forests and off the trees- bounding
around, and around.
You dance, and you smile because you
know the babe had been born
to a wonderful, woman-
or Angel? You couldn't know - you
swore she had wings when you
looked away.
|Rating| Uhh... PG?
A maiden- maiden?
drifting out to sea in
a sealess state.
Her white dresses and tresses
tumble ~ platinum hair made
from gold.
She reaches out a pale, poised hand
her voice lingering as if a ghost's.
another language.
Her eyes are so grey they are nearly white
in a fairytale, she'd be blind and
she's anything but.
The wind comes and rips a tear down
her dress, down her chest, exposing
her stomach.
As if in a dreamless state, you watch as
a pale, cloudy hand reaches forward
from the sky.
It touches her belly, a thin arm, shaking
as the maiden looks up in wonder,
you wonder..
The touch would seem cold, from an
unnatural being, but she seems unalarmed
and colored.
Her cheeks turn red, and healthy because
the hand had brushed her cheekbone
in its departure.
She raised her hands in rejoicing, reaching
to the god-like moment, cradling it in
her arms and hips.
Her eyes then turned dreamy as the
weather returned its dreary demeanor.
But she stayed.
She laid down in the grass, her pale hair
turning golden as she stroked the
blades into green.
As every raindrop falling splashed
against her face, it turned cerulean-
bright blue.
She reached up to the sky with a paled
hand- almost angelically! and wiped
the clouds away.
She dotted the sky with bright little
points of her fingertips and they
danced the night away.
All the while this happened, you glanced
down upon her pallid face and she had
this easygoing smile.
And you noticed her belly had swollen,
you gasped and leaned forward
at the beauty.
'A mother is a magic thing.' you whisper
and you wipe her now old tear
drops away.
Your arms come down around her, and
as you fall beside her, wolves appear to
behold the sight.
You fell, a mere man, against a creator
of life and she held you close to her
breast-
The wolves gathered 'round you and
their friendly eyes protected you. A
woman nudged her stomach.
The alpha led in a celebratory howl,
as they did, you fell in love with
a lost soul, now so found.
Nothing compares to the full feeling
in a woman's womb and breast-
no beauty is an adversary.
A man is just a man - lest he is
under judgement. Woman, just
a woman lest full.
In a single hand, she held a mouse,
with eyes barely opened, she breathed
against it, and it grew.
You watched in wonderment, ever
awed at her graceful, ethereal
beauty.
Your hands reached out and brushed
against her neck; her lips opened and
a sound was uttered.
Does it surprise you? A sound reminding
of a siren - alluring and attractin
-g you.
Her eyes widen and look at you, for
once finally seeing you; her eyes lost
their dreamy sheen.
But here, something distracts her, or presses
her back- and she lingers still in her drifting world.
And you stayed there for a long,
long while - bathing in the
innocent beauty.
Eventually, though, your arms push
you upwards and you walk
away from the field
of beauty?
Then you heard a cry reverberate through
the forests and off the trees- bounding
around, and around.
You dance, and you smile because you
know the babe had been born
to a wonderful, woman-
or Angel? You couldn't know - you
swore she had wings when you
looked away.