Hunger Pang

She whispered into the neck of a lover and remembered that he belonged to another. In the morning when she woke, she pretended she was his only lifelong hunger, instead of a love tainted pretender.
He knocked on her door and before she answered he saw the life that he wished he had and knew he would never have, the one where she was his and only his, the one where she wasn’t everyone’s but truly only his. She opened the door, but it wasn’t her, it was his lady’s real lover, the one who heard her midnight whispers and fed her fleshly pangs of hunger.
Life looked down on the people and laughed at their misgivings, cried at their love tales, sang with the wind at their hunger pains, but life always knew that control wasn’t to be had, with human hearts involved, every second was changing; some would be up, others bad, majority would be left like a masters unseen painting.
Hope walked into the room and took the owner of the first set of eyes. She walked right up to him and kissed him straight on his lips. He would never forget her, and she would enter into his mouth, flow straight to his mind, mingle with his blood, and settle somewhere deep within his heart. Hope wasn’t one to be forgotten, one reason some loved her, and others did nothing but wish they never met her.
Cruelty clutched its victim in its claws and stared it down, down, down until it sank further into the ground, hope would always try to fight back, but some hadn’t yet been kissed, then he would have his way, and even then fate wouldn’t stand a chance. Cruelty was the real reason why most people tried to forget their past.
Things happen.
Lindsay Reva

Art of a Life

Oh how much I love…
Walking down the street as if no one can see me,
Driving in my car, pretending
That nothing in the world matters
Looking out the window
Wondering when everything will be mine
But in the meantime, I sit back and enjoy the ride
Cause I love this life
Art of a Life
To some it’s all a joke, but I have felt too much pain
To let it go to waste
So I sit back and enjoy the ride
Work my hardest
Love till my heart bleeds
Open my arms until my back is cut and bruised from the bastards
But I’ll eventually relax and enjoy the ride
After the work is all done, after I’ve gone past the farthest yard
Try not to break
And in-between it all I will sit back and try to relax
Oh how much I love…
The days when I wake up feeling beautiful
When I go to sleep feeling peaceful
And in-between it all, try not to remember
Try not to trip and fall
One step at a time, one pair of lips
Plum bruised chapstick
God, how much I love
My life
Freedom, to be anywhere, everywhere, and nowhere
I wonder if they know…
How much I love them
I love them all
Every single one of you
But in the meantime, I’ll just sit back and enjoy the ride
One single heartbeat at a time
Oh if only you could feel how much I love.
Lindsay Reva

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