Lyrical Thursday
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comment_ficGuess what, y'all? I'm still tigriswolf and today’s Thursday! Now’s the day for poetry or lyrics or simply a song title. Just a few simple rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
Use the following format:
Supernatural, author's choice, Night of the Hunter
Highlander, Methos,
I have known them all already, known them all –
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room. (TS Eliot)
Now, if nothing new appeals, don't forget the lonely prompts.
tag = songs titles/lyrics/poems
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
Use the following format:
Supernatural, author's choice, Night of the Hunter
Highlander, Methos,
I have known them all already, known them all –
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room. (TS Eliot)
Now, if nothing new appeals, don't forget the lonely prompts.
tag = songs titles/lyrics/poems
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:04 pm (UTC)Inception, Arthur/Eames, Richard Siken's "Little Beast" part 4
( You could drown in those eyes, I said.
The fact of his pulse,
the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire
not to disturb the air around him.
Everyone could see the way his muscles worked,
the way we look like animals,
his skin barely keeping him inside.
I wanted to take him home
and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his
like a crash test car.
I wanted to be wanted and he was
very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
You could drown in those eyes, I said,
so it's summer, so it's suicide,
so we're helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.)