Shane- The Mistake Was Made

The moment I said it. The moment I opened the brown gates that held my darkest secrets. Am I crazy? Am I a fool in it’s most scornful of forms? My mind draws vivid pictures of your presence in the unnerving seconds leading up to the pinnacle of my mountain of truth. I remember You smelled of the warm ocean air, salt filled and strong. Your musk was special A scent I had realized upon my own person. Treasured and respected It had been. I remember you well A throne was placed and heralds had been summoned to adorn this This gift, so sacred and new and full of possibility. But at the waning hours of the night, when the moon was full and hope was high you vanished leaving no trace of your shade but the unanswered questions of your tardiness and the misery of my openness. The mistake was made. My words had been returned unto sender. Void, stripped of any decency and moral code. Did it hurt? Tell me did it hurt to hear my fall from grace as I landed upon the soil of shattered dreams and broken love never made manifest? Nah it couldn't have My aspirations served no better purpose than as another casualty to set upon your mantle. Another mindless dim witted insect with the misfortune of landing in your web. My flower was plucked for the simple joys of some childless folly and I couldn’t find the common dignity to understand that I was to be played The mistake was made Now as you sit and reflect upon solo performance Your legs upon the sky and your arms in the wind… you were made reductive He left in the breeze and nothing remained as consort for the innocence you gave Had your lesson not been learned? Oh silly boy full of wonder and hope that solely created the blanket that keeps you warm. Where is your mystery? Where is the sway of your joy? Where among these broken bones can it be found? Can it be found? Your secret was unwanted by him He, this man of so much charisma and swagger He sold you the edges of a dream unfulfilled and all you have now are the memory of his cigarette soaked kisses and a maelstrom of anger that shall sweep upon the land. Your discord shall be made … My discord shall be made My secret of passion and devotion A life of admiration All was now made hollow and washed away with the rolling tide I knew thee not The seed had been sown, yet proved no fruit. The mistake was made

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Allow me to introduce myself (I have never been good at introducing myself). My name is Desmond James and I'm just a young man that loves to write. I don't claim to be a profound wordsmith by any reach of the imagination, but I do love writing and creating worlds in which to escape into thought. This blog will continue to serve as one of those possible outlets for me. This blog is my way of giving my growing audience (hopefully) a glimpse into my next piece of work, The Moment we were alone. In these stories you'll meet 3 young men: Zach, Shane, and Ryan. Each of these young men will tell you the stories of their lives and how they have been affected since that one moment they were alone. For me this has been one of the most challenging projects that I've worked on. I hope you tune in every Friday, as these men come alive in a way that I think shall be refreshing and inspiring. I hope you enjoy and I look forward to hearing your thoughts :) Happy Reading Desmond