RoseyBlue

               I awoke while being stripped from my shinny and translucent cover. They named it plastic. My improved handle grip met the warmth of her flesh, and her grasp clung to the lower part of me. I was new, fresh, never touched until now. I knew that I was no longer going to be clean, and that my owner called upon me for my intended purpose in life. I was bought. I was sold to the young girl with long brown hair. I was an object owned.               Gentle with me she was, but her intentions where harsh.  Intentions as harsh as the fluorescent light

once upon a nonexistent time far far away from a mother's love, there lived a girl. she was all alone. but she wasnt sad because she had always been alone. she never knew the difference between being alone and having company of a friend. now, this little girl was around the age of 14. she was small in size with small hands and a heart shaped mouth. her skin was tan with rosey cheekbones. her hair was long and shiny like the night sky. one day it was extra sunny out in the forest where she lived, she decided to go out and have a lonely swim out in the ocean that was close enough to her house to walk to. she loved the ocean. but the ocean held

Once again in a nonexistent time there was a boy who had the tail of a wolf. He was exiled when he was only two years old from his village. The magic woman didn't like the looks of this little boy and thought that he would become a threat to her village. The little boy was thrown out, and was considered dead to his family and to his village. The little boy grew up and so did his wolfish appearances. He wasn't so wolfish to the point of looking like a werewolf, more like he had the tail of a wolf along with yellow eyes, pointed ears, and long nails. He had soft skin that was so pale it almost looked grey. He also always had a rosy nose. The n

My fingers trip up and down your curved downward spine, and my lips were once yours yours , yours, to kiss. There's something in your left eye that reminds me of the once tiger alive. It always thought of itself as less. When it was always more. Better times without cries. And your tiger eyes won't hurt when it sees the sun, the bed, or when they look west where I lie.