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The Window Project-Chapter 1Chapter 1
My name is Robin Sientas. I am a thief
I don't exactly know when I started stealing. I don't know when I started getting good at it. All I really know is I am a thief and it gives me a rush. They say the first step to fixing a problem is to admit you have one. I am not one of those people I do not have a problem. I was merely a white smile in the dark. At least I didn't think I had a problem. Kneeling precariously on the ledge I fiddled with the window using a screwdriver until it gave way. A quick look around confirmed everything was still and I slipped inside.
Landing in a crouch on the plush carpet I surveyed the bedroom. The first thing I noticed was that it reeked of chlorine. The second thing was how messy it was. I never knew exactly what house I was going to break into next. That was a part of the excitement and I wasn't quiet sure if it was sheer luck or skill that kept me free. When I was positive no one but me breathed in the house I stood up and looked closer at m
Great White Summer- Chapter 1Chapter 1- Tattoo
I sucked in a deep breath as the needle skittered over the sensitive skin along my ribs.
''You all right'' the man paused to look up but to my horror still kept the needle to my skin.
''I'm good'' I replied quickly so he could resume his work.
''Dude your mother is going to kill you'' Peru laughed from the chair in the corner and I shot her a look. The tattoo artist had already been apprehensive about completing the piece, and letting her stay in the room.
''I got to tell you'' the man continued speaking but thankfully kept his eyes trained on my side.
''I'd expect something like this from her but not you'' I cringed and Peru stuck her tongue out at the mans back.
I really didn't blame him though; Peru often made us stop in the tattoo parlor to look at the many designs available. What the man did not know was that she had sworn herself against any tattoos or piercings; she just came to look and critique with an artist's eye.
''Don't worry it surprises me too'' a month
Smoke In the EyeSmoke in they Eye
A long time ago, we made a promise
One would wait for the other to age
Since one the other would miss
At this time it's stunting like a cage
To dance and trot in the smoke
To pound to the music and beat
When that time came you choked
Jumping in the front seat
Upon request you joined
In the dance and smoke in your eye
A promise simply coined
Why was that promise just a lie
Fog and sin all around
Left to sit and wait
Offers to dance simply unbound
Time ticking, it's far to late
A suitor with a smile offers his hand
Pity makes you take it and whirl away
I cannot follow I've been banned
There is nothing you may say
Hands on hips
Tight and demanding
A smile on the lips
Five minutes withstanding
It does not matter
Smoke in the eyes
Heart in a fair tatter
After five minutes nothing but goodbyes
Eyes on screen
Phone in hand
Frown as I lean
Wonder what will land
Smoke In the Eye
My ParadiseMy Paradise
Middle months of the year
July, August and June
Hot, humid and clear
How these months need to return soon
Sun bleached bars of sand
Like powdered sugar between the toes
Heated grains make up the land
See the soft powder as far as it goes
Salted air with its own special smell
White tipped waves slapping the shore
Oh how this place my sadness it quells
Sea and Skies and the lip of the land nothing more
Out of the loose and sliding hills of sand
Folds a path that goes left or right
The sounds and calls like a rich band
Colorful patterns waving high, bright kite
Today shall we walk to the left?
A quite trail to the tip of the world
The end of the path barred by rock and cleft
Feet buried in the shallow divot of water, toes curled
Or maybe today we can go right
Crowded stretches of multi colored, swimmers
The waves catching the light
Floating on the waves like skimmers
This is the place to let go
From worries or even thoughts at all
Taking a dip in the ocean, an ankle, a toe
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