Boogieman900

2 and half years; it all felt right. I knew for me, they call it 'love at first sight'. Your deep enchanting eyes; pull me in every time. Those luscious lips; suck me in for a kiss with every smile. Your warm arms; keep me closed in tight. As I cross my heart, and hope to God you still love me each night. Infatuation filled our hearts. As we soon began to court; nothing would tear us apart; your parents attempts all for nought. Now late at night; all alone. Sobbing over our exchanged words; praying that some of them can hit home, And that maybe one day we can continue to be... ‘Love birds’.

Is it real, or do I just imagine my existence? Do I really feel, or am I just a mannequin of pretentiousness, loving nothing more than other Mannequins? Is what I feel an attempt of understanding, or just a connection of synapses and nerve endings? Is it real, or is it fake like an android built to develop other automaton circuitry with programmable instances of movements never changing on a daily basis living in monotony? Are there improvements, or is it just adjustments of biological code to how I feel?

‘After grey or unhappy days, it can be thrilling to see the sun again.’ -Mike Edwards He lay in bed exhausted from such a long life. Jason Ments had reached his 100th birthday. Having seen and experienced much in his lifetime, war and famine, love and seclusion, pain and sickness. Most of which he could remember. Through all of his tough times, he had certain memories he cherished above all. These memories he referred to them as his golden days. 1942 and the skies had been nothing more than black clouds for weeks. The rain came often adding water to the blood soaked battlefields. Jason had spent days in one of the small make sh

Annett Rose to the sun peeking its way through the crack of her curtains illuminating her room a lovely morning orange. Thursday morning, the excursion was today and just the thought of it brought a beaming smile to her face. The thought of the man of her dreams made her ecstatic let alone the fact she would be partnered with him all day. She sighed softly as his figure floated aimlessly through her imagination. She loved his deep ocean blue eyes, his long brown hair covering his left eye and his high cheek bones, he was a rocker by style and played guitar, his baggy jeans and tight shirts complimented his figure amazingly. She realised she h