Lets consider this the first installment of our 'online' SPIT THAT! series.
**Cue the applause**
If you have a (short) poem that you would like to showcase on our blog, send a picture of yourself along with your poem to me at rip@wearewritersblock.com.
Now..... for our feature presentation!
A long time friend of mine,
Ashley Kyles, among many things is an amazing writer. I decided to share, with you, one of her more contemporary works entitled "Final Fantasy".
I'm sure many of you out there in the blogosphere can relate hah!
Ash! Your a BEAST!
Enjoy.
Final FantasyLust that has lain dormant
Urges kept quiet through a series of
confidential conversations & tormented txt. messages
the initial idea was to build a barrier to bury our bond
friendship demanded us to bow to its boundaries
but what is friendship but a tyrant with a devoted heart
lured to it by passion’s aromatic charm
the scent of possibility rests on our tongues like a honey buttered vapor
we dance around the tension with tortured stolen glances, subtle innuendos
& harmless amorous play
Kids in the hall whisper they’re canard tales
What do they know of a carnal magnetism such as ours
One so desperate to be fed it solicits itself for tactile compensation
We keep this secret telepathically
Run when you see the little white rabbit
For he will only lead you into an inebriated wonderland
Which at the end of this hangover
unlocks the door to the twilight zone of the soul
Negligent of how enchanting the contingency
Its impermissible
Statistically the odds are devastatingly calamitous
However the illusion is immortal
& will eternally cement us as cohorts
Halted in a pubescent hallucination
We remain, having survived the ruin of our platonic rendezvous
So into battle we go with this fire breathing dragon
Until our armor wears thin and our arsenal dissipates©