concentration on her face making another move,
she pushes the pawn so directly smooth,
the grandfather laughs and takes it fast,
then she moves again and he hits it with a blast,
taking her knights and all her pawns,
she thinks again and it finally dawns,
moving the queen to a place out of reach,
she gets him in a checkmate for a lesson to teach.

the cursed man holds bags of food collected for his village home town,
for all his efforts they all give him a frown,
immortality with ugly features to have forever,
when he was not cursed he was handsome and clever,
giving the food and taking nothing in return,
he wanders off again to get more as his only concern,
the people of the town speak of giving him a reward,
out of pity they agree with the town lord,
the next morning he comes with food and water,
then ask him what he wants he looks at the lords daughter,
but no giving for that is his curse to bare,
he looks at her again but begins to dare,
pointing to her pretty and just over nineteen,
the lord does not accept this standing in between,
denying a love he orders exile to this ugly beast,
casting him out to the valley to the east,
that night while they talk about him and drink,
all of them change to the same ugly cursed creatures in a blink

silhouette of a man walking in the white falling snow,
over the mountain top where the coldest winds blow,
holding a stick and wrapped around in a thick blanket tight,
only a small gap to give him some sight,
blinking his eyes to crunch out frozen tears,
he sees ahead not far as a cabin appears,
opening the door to enter inside,
shutting it tight to not leave open wide,
a fireplace roaring with soup in the pot,
the water boiling with tea to drink a lot,
sitting in the chair putting close his feet,
smelling the soup is ready to eat,
looking at a photo on the fireplace,
for the lines of his beloved his finger runs over her face,
door slightly opens a chill runs up his spine,
a ghostly shape he sees in a straight line,
it vanishes out the door just as quick,
he opens it running out in the snow so thick,
not wearing warm clothes or shoes,
the sight of the cabin he begins to lose,
lost in the thick blizzard with no warmth to wear,
he dies to join his beloved with his spirit to join her there.

dust of previous times my hair fell out,
in those times the stress causing me to shout,
eyes with red lightning painted over the white,
as the morning sun hatched from the horizon of the night,
tired and stressed with memories a blur,
the only sanity left was scratching a chin of kitty's purr,
the question to myself is why i should try,
pushing towards unreachable high,
my grip still strong but unable to hold my own weight,
that is why i was driven towards hate,
snapped something in my brain at the end of the day,
now i sit in a cell staring at the walls of grey.

Written for Lamia Huntress and Corsack Resident
Normally i would say just to them not put it so everyone can see, but i love embarrassment. and her mother will see this too.

A long time coming to meet,
after only words over time so sweet,
finally smells with touching to physical embrace,
gliding his fingers over her to trace,
a kiss so passionately with lips pressed,
slithering them over hers completely obsessed,
gripping fingers in tightly with strain,
the love of each other not able to restrain,
laying down together on the spot,
the pleasures of each other getting more hot,
ripping clothes as more skin exposed,
kissing more and feeling with eyes closed,
penetrating with a smooth slide deeply first,
sliding in and out pumping more immersed,
biting softly over his face and ear,
only her in his focus to hear,
breathing deep with constant signs she show not to stop,
then rolling over so she is on top,
bouncing and screaming her body arches contort,
they come to realize they are still at the terminal of the airport.

the story was told with truth to the young mind from his papa before bed,
letting it swirl in his mind in the dreams of his sleeping head,
times of adventure with battles in between,
the good always defeating the evil and mean,
with pirates and knights against giants with dinosaurs,
and destruction of big things in big wars,
they fight for good in ways that capture imaginations of young,
like a song repeating in the mind after it was sung,
he wakes to a bright morning after the dreams of that night,
realizing the bed is wet knowing papa shouldn't overexcite.

placing the ice into the flame where it drips so cold,
putting out the light while listening to a lecture so old,
placing his fingers into the wax feeling pain,
as it sets gripping at the tips to form a membrane,
the lecture goes on as more boredom enters his mind,
turning his head to see her there sitting behind,
a love he feels yet cant bring himself to say,
soon he will lose her as times goes on fading away,
candles near the windows flicker as more speaking loud,
he turns to look again as she notices but never lets herself be allowed,
his eyes focus back on the lecture by the wrinkled scab covered man,
turning again she is gone as he sees she just ran,
out the door into the darkness he takes his things and follows,
the wind blows hard whistling through the hollows,
seeing her clothing scattered on the ground,
he smiles knowing shes naked but hears a growling sound,
turning to see a wolf creature standing tall,
attacking and killing him with his blood spraying against the wall.

flashes of light across the clouded sky,
the crunching of leaves left so dry,
no rain but threatening to pour,
as he steps up with wind blowing a leaf against the door,
attempting to knock but then stopping to turn back,
spinning around the noise of the door making a crack,
the hinges squeak loud as if playing music badly out of tune,
he turns seeing her in a sexy dress holding a spoon,
she pauses for a moment then talks of being late,
he explains a flat tire before ruining their date,
she licks the chocolate off the spoon tip,
then invites him inside closing the door with her hip,
they watch movies and eat snacks all night,
as he finds something else to bite,
she takes him to her room making the chips spill,
waking to the alarm with a morning after pill.

ice in coldest waters cracks at the side of the wooden boat,
the captain speaks of death if they cannot stay afloat,
a small leak in the side nothing to worry about,
as another springs making the shivering men shout,
working to seal it with primative tools,
and on top they all act like fools,
the captain himself sees ahead another ship,
point towards shaking his blue frozen bottom lip,
coming closer to a white covered bow,
he points to one of his men to enter now,
leaping across setting foot on the deck,
he moves around looking for anything to check,
slippery surface makes him fall,
then the men on the other ship laugh and call,
a wind picks up blowing hard and quick,
the ice forms on them to freeze solid and thick,
the other man on the other ship looks at them cold,
for he made it back so this story could be told.

painting in my dreams,
swirling plant life with water streams,
a yellow spot to be a bird,
as it all comes to life when heard,
another stroke across the water,
a person inside with his daughter,
more lines with colours on a brush,
no need with no time to rush,
then satisfied with the result,
thinking forwards to critical insult,
taking another brush covering in black,
striking at the canvas as if to attack,
the lines across show no shapes of love anymore,
hitting so hard to the end the canvas tore,
looking like nothing but shapeless shit,
destroyed something beautiful with emotion painted spit.