Writing.

Untouchable Angel

Got on a random writing spree… got a plot line for a book if i decide to write it… well, i’ve got a page of it written so far… woo.  i’m trying to write on a more regular basis… i need to.

anyways the story that I have is called untouchable angel.. its perfect really.  … the only thing it needs is an ending.

but anyways, i then googled it and found this live journal poem… totally wierd, but i half like it… half dont.. oh well..

the Untouchable Angel
Her smile is as deadly as her poisonous lips.
Those hypnotic brown eyes draped with lies and deception
And i fall for it everytime.
Her words twisted like sweet nector curls on a satisfied tongue having prior tasted the bitter and sour flavor of pickle vinegar, and i drown in these words as if the sweetness enters through my concetrating ears and tingles with no direction in my head, then slithers it’s way to my shoulders and fingers, to my breasts and tumbles to my toes, then curls its way back up to where the touch matters most.
A rush of love imbedded with lusty visions and she orchestrates its powerful symphany.
Music to my ears and her touch is even more deadly.
As if those fingers hold silent explosives that only activate on instant contact, and my body trembles and my eyes water in sigh and i drift…
..i drift and imagine her nude body next to mine as we are wrapped in the warmest silks and our sweat and loose saliva quench our long awaited thirsts,
..and her eyes shut no longer shooting stray daggers but burns my soul as if branding it with every current and inticing emotion that tickles our touch…
But she doesnt know this. She doesnt feel this. i cry these tears that only raise questions that are never asked. She kills me with this love/slash/hate. that untouchable angel born souly in GOD’s eyes murders only the longing one that she never noticed.
My bloody hands from her daggers pertruding through my rib cage write her homicidal words on walls that surround me.
She has yet realized she killed me
She has yet realized she loved me