Jade Time

She was the obvious....

And obvious in so many ways....

And that's where he came into play

You see he specialised in the not so obvious.

So the mystery was how these two clicked without ever touching

Without ever....

Speaking.

Stares served as so much more than just communication.

Agreements had been sighed with blinks and twitching finger.... hanging in the air.

So she was the obvious,

And he specialised in the not so obvious.

Obvious beauty, the obvious dazzling smile, she claimed the attention of a room,

But within the obvious and expected.

She could have been special but she was obvious.

Gave nothing for the eyes to search.

But this is where he came into play.

Never had he once spoken to her.

But he had smelt the scent of her.

Closed his eyes and imagined being tainted with it at dawn.

A promise that the night before had happened,

And she would lie next to him as proof.

But that was firmly only behind his eyelids.

Her obvious smile....

He saw the trace of the frown she had worn all night....

The others just smiled back.

Her skin flawless.... they all looked in awe

But he sees her hand prints....

All over her body....

She's been trying to hold herself together again in the dark.

She had not lain in her bed alone last night....but she had gone to sleep so.

She gave pleasure.... it signified her worth, she imagined.

She gave but never received.

Now when she walked by, he would memorise the prints...

Make sure to have his hands cover her exact prints.....

He didn't want the pleasure but he wanted to SLEEP with her.

Hand prints to cover her previous, something she could feel.

He watched her.... determination set in.

He would teach her to receive.

He would teach her to be special.

Let her know that being obvious.....

Baring it all out,

It never stops them from looking for more.

Standing in wide open spaces does not mean you are not hiding.

She was obvious.....

He specialised in the not so obvious.

He saw the HER she was trying to hide....

He was fascinated by her unwanted....

Captivated by her breakages and cracks.

Memorised hand prints..... like maps.

He was sure that if he matched them they would lead to her core.

So many things he would do....

But she was out there...

He couldn't get to her.....

She was obvious, but he wasn't.

He specialised in himself.

The unseen....

She was obvious....

But he wasn't.....

These are drafts I've had since forever but somehow never been able to finish, but I guess reading them now, they seem to have somehow finished themselves. So, since none of them were big enough to post up on their own I decided to put them all together.... I think it makes an interesting read... I think. Personally my favourite is the second piece, when you leave something long enough and come back to it, you read it as something new and its great to see how you can take yourself back to that place in time.






He was waiting for me in the dark. he sat on the chair by my bed...just waiting....he had smelt my sheets and night dress before. I had no idea what else he had smelt. I walked in dropped mybag by the door. I could  sense him before my hand found the switch...strong finger on the soft of my palm stopping me from flicking the switch on. A hold on my waist...not fingers this time but hands. a forceful pull and we're back to chest,dangerously close. I'm scarred but I can not get my heart beat to pick up pace


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Souls slip away from the fingers of the earth and theres nothing it can do bout it...its responsibility was to look after them but they are slipping through...it now sits in misery while mother nature goes bout her thrashing...death screams are murderous and loud but she doesn't hear them. too much Pleasure in the havoc she is causing....souls too tiny and insignificant take their sentences on their knees,hands together and heads bowed,praying..pleas help Haiti


Mangled body parts lay askew everywhere,this place should be deserted but it isn't.it is occupied with the dead and the living know better than to interfere
Unheard screams are embodied in the lifeless....gloom paints a lovely picture where everythin lifeless has a character.Gloom knows no discrimination.
The tune of faded heart beats rock these lost souls to sleep.there is no caretaker for these ones,each remain on d memory of what was.... Please help Haiti
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The satisfaction that comes from our tumbling game is bearable. Each body part entwined in the other, yet heart and souls couldn't be any more detached. Activity engaged in only to feel.... both know that when the tumbling ends, things will be as they were. two minds secretly wishing to be as connected as their limbs and arms, two minds knowing the possibility is barely feasible, but hope lingers on the outline. So, during the tumbling, bodies say things that the mind and heart will never say. Fingers touch like the eyes that will never be locked in a gaze overflowing with the silent promises. lips kiss like words that will never be said..... but unfortunately can not penetrate any further than the skins surface. The tumbling game may seem almost comical, but it participants beg to differ, it is a language for the mute with voices....