Love is Many Faceted

Her lips like jewels in the night. Closing in around my mouth. I had no escape. I felt myself surrender to her every whim and desire. Locking my own will away. I was hers to do as she pleased. No disobedience would be accepted. This was my life and will always be my life. Complete servitude.

Ted

Ted walked down the pavement, carefully avoiding the cracks. Listening to the birds singing in the pre-dawn light; he realised that today was gong to be a good day. Spring was just starting to show, the new flowers were just beginning to push up, reaching for the sky. He took his place at his desk. Turned on his computer,then went and made a coffee. Sitting back down he realised how lucky he was, a loving wife, doting children and a fairly well paid job. His life was going well. Before he knew it he was heading home. His wife asked how his day was, wordlessly he picked up a pot and caved her head in and then cried.

The Word

Another small eBook thing I have out. Not as much a book as a short story dealing with the truth and the end of a moral society. Each chapter is meant to stand by itself as a small easily read tale and in the end they all make up the story. I have written it as my attempt at a "cover album" of William S Burroughs, I've added my own style to his cut and spliced style. In a way I'm comparing it to a grindcore album, I've mixed up alot of styles and cut them together in a short sharp burst. Enjoy

Life

Finish work.
Come home.
TV on.
Repeat.

A Love Story

She was still lying beside me in the morning. I wondered how much more she would put up with? I got up and went to brush my teeth, I was sure I could feel even the bacteria in my mouth dieing. I got back into bed. No need to get up yet. She rolled over and asked 'Do you love me', I wanted to reply 'Of course not', instead I replied 'Of course'. She smiled, that sickly sweet smile of death she had. I marvelled at the way the light shined off her pale blue eyes, eyes you could drown in, big puppy eyes. She straddled me. I gave it my best shot, I could tell she was disappointed. I don't know what she wanted or expected though.
I hoped she would go out, all I wanted to do was sit in the bath and read. I knew if I started to run a bath she would want to get in beside me. I needed to be alone but she followed me everywhere, I was slowly suffocating in her web. I wanted to go to a bar and meet more interesting women, that would just lead to a fight.
I told her I was going for a walk, 'I'll come too it'll be nice and romantic'. 'Its only to the shop'. 'That's ok'. This was going to be a long day.

The Nihilistic Blues

I've put a small ebook up on Lulu for sale, its a nice little mix of poetry and prose. Click on the button at the top of the page.