One-A-Day

In her eyes, the inclement weather was particularly propitious . The dark clouds had scared away her impending knell . For today. The swirling masses were irascible , threatening to rain down lightning, should she leave the safety of her home. It regaled her to pick up the telephone and make that call. “I regret that we cannot meet tonight.” She attempted to keep from sounding mordant . “Do you really regret it, miss?” His acumen was exceeded only by his courtesy. “Matthew, of course I do. You know how I await our meetings agog .” She feigned ebbulience , shifting in the span of a breath to something quite the opposite. “Do you dare call my integrity into question? Does your captious mind attack my anguish like a bandog ?” He was quick to respond: “Oh, miss, I do pray I have not offended you. I bathe in virtu , and your beauty is the finest art ever created. It is the oasis in a desert of the most severe aestival heat, and I beg you to allow me a...

At the beginning, she was nothing more than a name on a paycheck. I cannot reliably say how many times Miss Ana Valdis collected her enolument at my mahogany desk. For the longest time, my senses were not attuned to her soft whispers of acknowledgement and downcast eyes. In my nescience , I surrounded myself with gewgaws - women whose physical effulgence served, if only temporarily, to conceal the exiguity of their character. I attracted them with my luxurious lifestyle and we shared every pleasure possible for two travelers whose paths intersect. I never had desire nor need to change my path to fit theirs', finding pleasure in the company of many women seriatim . Upon the dissolution of one such relationship, I sought out a bivouac with one from the same fiber, yet something hindered the alchemy of my anatomy, the thaumaturgy of her thighs.

a man once told me love was hard that both sides have to feed a flower that grows from the soil needs water, sun, and seed both bodies shields from wind and hail sometimes a heavy snow i didnt fight that fight back then but the man he seemed to know that without the other on the west the eastern shield would fall he begged me tend the flower but my heart would not at all today i think about the flower a stronger one, i know a bloom i wouldnt hesitate to shelter from the snow but this flora is a different kind its petals never die it stands strong without a shield its blossom lifted high it needs no aid from him or i complete all on its own its roots and stem are mighty its weak as heavy stone

He says I lack emotions.  He craves an explosion and searches for my fuse.  He presses buttons, digging for the crack in my facade.  But he doesn't know it's a facade.  He thinks I'm naturally cold and distant.  He doesn't realize that he is the thief of my emotions, that he is the shield to my expression.  I've submitted to his will, to his desires, to his threatening physicality a hundred times over.  And now the only power I feel coursing through my veins is the power to deprive him of my true self.  I will not tell him what I'm thinking.  I will not show him how I'm feeling. ...But after a stretch of time filled with unheeded "no's" and attempts to escape his firm grasp, I cannot help but break down.  My body is racked with sobs.  I cry uncontrollably and he holds me, telling himself he's comforting me.  Ignoring the fact that his ludicrous quest for emotion led me to this point.  Oblivious to the smirk ...

honesty has evaded me for so long because i have been afraid to admit truth to myself. hiding, always hiding, from the light truth is only revealed in hindsight. head in the clouds, i have attempted to live tomorrow as today passes me by. i thought by living in passion i could purchase a pass back to today. but that plane has flown and i fear i have destroyed my landing pad...once so new, with such potential... it's been incinerated; my plane held too much fuel.

Present in body, absent in mind, My thoughts fly away when you begin to speak. Evidence fo a faulty choice on my part? Multiple choice only made me confused. Your expectations make me sick; Can't you see my heart's not here? Where it resides I haven't learned - The map's outdated; X marked the spot when I followed a different path. I live another life now. My freedom is still fresh and I'm overwhelmed with my free will. I cannot will myself to commit without my entirety involved. My heart resides elsewhere; I do not know where.

My peers approach science with fervor I lack. Unsure of my footing; afraid to turn back. Continued adventures on this path I tread, Once fueled by intrigue, I fear now it lies dead. No longer a cat, inquiry lies dormant. With more hesitation, I'm stuck in cement. As much as I'd rather delay this big choice, I must act with haste or sacrifice my voice.