Looking for inspiration, I decided to go back over some of my older writings and share one (for now, maybe more later) with you guys. Maybe putting this out there will inspire a story. *crossing fingers*
Before you read, I want to you imagine a face. A blank face. Void of all color, except for the blood red lips. Void of all expression. With deep set, empty eyes. Silent tears stream down the stilled cheeks. The face is upturned toward the stars begging for peace...
Mystic Eyes
As I look through these mystic eyes to the heavens above,
I know I see you look down upon me.
Through the holes were my eyes once were,
I see the invisible love that you gave to me.
With my cold, stiff body,
I feel the warmth from your heart.
When my thin, bony fingers touch yours,
I experience all that you have in the past.
For the salty tears that fell then dried and my blood red lips that quivered,
I cried them for you after I discovered I couldn't live without you.

Now, on cometh the brainstorm! *closes eyes*
Now, on cometh the Brainstorm! *eyes still closed clutching pen and paper*
I SAID,
Now, On Cometh The BRAINSTORM!!! *huffing & tossing down paper and pen*
Fine, obviously my brainstorm didn't get the memo, but I shall keep on trying! (psst! Hey, you guys! Do YOU have any suggestions on something you've been wanting written? I'll give everything a try at least once!)
Hmmmmmmm...........
*anxiously waiting*
SBGDGT
