Just want to let you know that I will no longer be on as much. I´ve been asigned to another office (a much busier office) and well that means I wont be able to logg in as much.
I´m starting to consider that you´re a bit pedophilic, you´ve watched me mature, you saw me take my first steps, you where there every day, and every evening you told me goodbye and left. Yet you still stand there and kiss my lips, warm them, nibble at them. How can you do this?
I feel you caressing my body, toying with it. Sometimes I hate it when you do so, coloring my crust red; but then there are those times that I shut my eyes and enjoy every second of it, feeling you caressing my jaw line and stroking my cheeks till they´re red.
You think that I don´t see you cry, every day you cry, because you know that we could never make love at night, you try your best to stretch the days, peeking over the hills at sundown and come morning time, you peek again waiting to see me, but I cheat on you, I linger not for you, I slumber instead.
Even though I cheat on you, you still love me, you shield me with rays that form into warriors and with just a crack of my fingers I could command them to attack anyone my heart wishes. But you know I have not the heart for that.
But the sad thing is that you know, and I know that we could never be, if I was to move my world a foot towards you, I´d die, not because I love you and know that I´m closer towards you, but because the things that I love about you is that you are warmth and like all things too much of it is bad for the human body. So in some ways I cry for you too.
Inspiration hit me in a taxi ride, I know it´s nothing good. I will have to proof read it someday. I love comments so please leave as much as you want.
Please don´t steal my work, it´s a lot better to make your own plus this is copyrighted me, Fred Chirinos.
Sitting in a shopping cart at the peak of a hill, little Mathew asked "big brother, will this hurt?" his innocence bled out of his eyes, big brown is what I called him because of his eyes, they cuddle so comfortably above his cheeks, and in the center a little button nose.
In the background you could hear the pelicans, smell the ocean in the air, hear the wave's collide at the shoreline; the asphalt was hot under the mid-day sun, it ran straight down the prominence and onto the beach. Our plan was not the most brilliant thing in the world, but we were there to have fun. "No it won't, not one bit. We´re immortal remember." I Said as I pushed to launch off, we both screamed and yelled, a few pedestrians tried to stop us but we resisted.
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Big brown jumped up on the edge of the dock over hanging some fifty feet, looking back at me he asked "will I fly?" no fear entered my heart, but instead inspiration, inspiration to fly. "If you want it hard enough, you will." A smile spread across his face causing him to squint brown eyes under freckle covered cheeks.
"Will it hurt?" he asked, with his head tilted slightly to the left. "We´re immortals it cannot hurt." Without another word he jumped, I followed and we both flew, even though it was for a few seconds but we where the boys who flew.
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Brown eyes opened wide, the day we found our fathers pistol in the closet, the idiosyncratic scent it carried of lubricant and crude metal was exceptional, the way it felt in my hand, it made me feel not only immortal but powerful, not a good mixture. He stood side ways to me, his head positioned straight towards the closet, with a big swallow he asked "brother, what are you thinking?" his voice was shaken; I could feel wild energy coursing through my veins like fire. With an evil grin on my face I said "let´s play cowboys and Indians."
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Tears stung my eyes as I saw, big brown eyes closed tight. He looked angelic; I could almost see the halo right over his head; with white satin cloth lining the mahogany casket where he laid. I felt a hand perch on my shoulder; I looked up to see my uncle Liam, and all I could say "This can´t be? He was immortal."
Okay here´s the thing I can´t think right now. I need some type of death defying stunt. Besides russian roulet. Something that seems like fun, but you would never do because of being afraid of death. Please if you can help it would be greatly appreciated.
*Edit: I have to clear something up, what I´m looking for is something that is posible to walk out of unscratched... I know, it has my head hurting as well.
The day was hot; humidity filled the room, mom cooking her signature sweet and sour carrots. The scent of the dish filled my nostrils as a childhood delight. If I close my eyes I could still smell the scent of honey and pepper.
Mom could see that I was already circling the kitchen like a shark at his wounded prey. “Honey, your birthday is next month. What do you want me to do for you?” a thousand ideas popped into my head, from my favorite cartoon, to my favorite hero; but one thought just kept coming back, a family eating.
23rd of October, 1998
I didn´t sleep much that night the breeze cut away totally. I ran to my mom´s room as soon as I woke, I remember the worried look she had on her face as she watched the weather channel.“We have to prepare, something bad is coming”
2nd of November, 1998
The storm has passed, the lights are back up and the television is working again. “Mitch dropped historic amounts of rainfall in Honduras, Guatemala, and Nicaragua, with unofficial reports of up to 75 inches, Deaths due to catastrophic flooding made it the second deadliest Atlantic hurricane in history; nearly 11,000 people were killed with over 11,000 left missing…”
28th of November, 1998
It´s finally my birthday, things are starting look the same again. No more rain and best of all the leaves are looking greener than ever, that night it blew a little but not as bad as it was. Mom woke me up with a kiss on the forehead and a birthday wish. I could already smell the chocolate cake baking in the oven; I knew there and then that she had planned something big. My head filled again with the same thoughts I had yet a month ago, in a way I´m glad that I didn´t answer her with “maybe just a family meal.” Since after all of what had just happened a few days ago. This would get my mind of it a bit I guess.
I set off to get out of the way playing with some friends who were done informed to have me back by one o´clock that evening. We played along the water edge four hours, we were at war; conch shells as grenades, drift wood as rifles and bathing suits as uniforms. Our imagination got the best of us, things began looking a little too real, and even the bodies that were drifting around us, the distinctive scent they carried they seemed to have been rotting for days now.
They´re uniforms began to fade, and reveal shorts and t-shirts; bloated bodies, dead from the hurricane washing up right besides us. Counting in the hundreds they washed up, the vultures covered the sky above.
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