TJ White Writes

Time Lost My breath is caught somewhere between hammered heartbeats. The once rhythmic inhalation and exhalation of breath      is now suspended beneath my breast. My lungs burn with the need for air     to fill my lungs once more.  Seconds seem like minutes,     time warped by my desire to catch my breath. Your words scorch my soul and pilfer this breath from my body. Your voice is acidic   and speaks your   incurable displeasure . Your tongue lashes out with the need     to leave our battle victorious. Minutes seem like hours,    time warped by your desire to control me . My pulse ricochets around inside my head, pulsing at my temples.  A crimson river of blood rages beneath my skin. My heart hammers with the need     to feel loved by you again. Hours seem like days,   time warped by my desire to rescue our once enchanted love. ...

Sometimes when I write I close my eyes and just type. Whatever words, rhythms and rhymes come into my head I just write down. This seems to be happening more and more often over the past few days.  Today, during some down time I sat down with my coffee and computer with the intention to write something though I was unsure what exactly. I took one sip of my much needed (and well-deserved I might add) coffee before setting it down to begin writing. Before long, my musings transformed into what you see below and a cup full of cold, not so delicious, coffee.  Although this is still a work in progress I thought I would share it here. Please feel free to comment and share some feedback.  For now, I think I will try again with the coffee. Perhaps this time I will drink it while it's warm.  UNTITLED Go ahead, walk away from us, take it all in stride. Don’t look back I’m just your girl, can’t say I never tried. You say the grass is greener on the far sid...