Everyday should be like Sunday,
With your arms wrapped all around me;
Your eyes burning liquid smiles through me,
As we lay, sleepy.
Everyday should be like Sunday,
With music seeping in between us;
Love sleeps, smiling as he dreams us,
And we lay, squeezing.
You may spend your days,
A thousand miles away.
When daylight disappears, I won't have much to say.
You can spend your noontime,
In any way you please.
But promise that you'll save your Sunday mornings just for me.
Everyday should be like Sunday,
With blankets wrestling between our legs;
My heart beating warmly atop your chest,
As we lay, lazy.
Everyday sh
Happy Birthday, You Bastard by 3HoursAway, literature
Literature
Happy Birthday, You Bastard
It was a damn fine cake and Will was proud of his work. He knew chocolate would be perfect. Chocolate was Paul's favorite flavor. And this masterpiece was now three layers of moist, delicate chocolaty heaven. Three perfectly exact layers, glued together by a rich, orgasmic, next-to-black icing. The powerful scent of its sweet goodness was drawn up Will's nostrils as he smoothed out the top most layer; his tongue sticking out while he worked the surface smooth. This was the kind of cake Paul would ask for if he had to choose one last thing to eat in his lifetime. Man, that kid loved chocolate cake.
Will and Paul had known each other fo
I don't think I could ever tell you why,
I do some of the crazy things I do.
I'd never try to hurt you with the things I say,
But sometimes I suppose I do.
You yelled and you screamed,
And then you started to cry.
But I'll be damned if I can figure out the reasons why.
You called me insensitive.
You called me insecure.
You called me irresponsible.
You called me every single name in the book,
But you called me,
Baby, you called me.
I tell myself you're the only one for me,
But I'm keeping it a secret from you.
It's not the kind of thing I practice saying aloud,
But you'll be there with me if I ever do.
You packed all your th
You say to me, "I love you."
So I say, "I love you, three!"
I'll always want to give you more,
Than you could ever take from me.
Tell me I'm yours for eternity,
I'll say, "We'll always be three-gether!"
Love me until the end of time,
And I'll be in love with you five-ever.
Jared hurried through the door of the apartment, slamming it shut behind him. He lumbered his way across to the lone kitchen chair and sat down hard in an exhausted heap, wheezing as if he had just beat Lance Armstrong in the Tour de France. Mentally, he was still in a daze; his mind buzzed around like a fly on crack that just couldn't find his way out of the blender. He hadn't expected murder to be such tiring business.
Eventually, after huffing, puffing, and sweating in the kitchen chair, Jared snapped back into conscious thought. He was safe at home and thinking now would be as good a time as any for a drink. He poured a haphazard sp
Confessions of a Daydreamer by 3HoursAway, literature
Literature
Confessions of a Daydreamer
I've seen what you look like as an old man, but not in detail. I see a smile on your face. And I know you're smiling because I'm sitting next to you, looking at whatever it is you're looking at. It's not the definite future. That is impossible to know since I don't have any kind of special powers. I'm not a fortune teller or a magician. I'm definitely not a psychic. I don't even have a Magic 8-Ball. But, I can see a future. Not THE future, necessarily, but A future that gives me strength and keeps me settled. And you're there, sitting next to me. Staring out beyond the sea. And we are happy.
In this future, I don't know exactly w