Eight O'clock

August 18, 2010
By LondonEye DIAMOND, Randolph, New Jersey
LondonEye DIAMOND, Randolph, New Jersey
89 articles 125 photos 71 comments

Sky pours a pitcher of pink lemonade through a crack in my window—she’s very surreptitious. She crawls up behind me and eases her cool hands into the groves of my back, pushing me, pulling me. And with a golden gleam of entitlement in her eyes, she brushes her hand along each and every item in my bedroom; her presence is uninvited and yet I want nothing more than to hold her forever when I see her approaching. She never makes herself vulnerable enough to allow smiling, but she cannot conceal her thoughts painted red by a blush in her cheeks.She stays in town but a few short moments, and is never heard. She fires a bomb each time she visits.


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on Sep. 13 2010 at 6:46 pm
LondonEye DIAMOND, Randolph, New Jersey
89 articles 125 photos 71 comments
Oh my goodness, I cannot thank you enough! :) Your encouraging words are much appreciated, and knowing that somebody in the world enjoys my work really inspires me to write more. I'll definitely be sure to take a look at your stuff! 

on Sep. 13 2010 at 6:15 pm
Thesilentraven PLATINUM, Mableton, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
"il piu nell' uno," (according to Emerson, an Italian expression for beauty)

"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality" ~Emily Dickinson

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain"
~Kahlil Gibran

I simply loved, loved, loved, loved this! You beautifully potrayed the sky. Okay, my friend, I am now an official raving fanatic of your work. Well done, a million times well done. Wow, that was enthusiastic praise, wasn't it?


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