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( Bit emotive if you're sensitive, probably not for the faint hearted... ) You've got your beer by the bedside, And the blood's all up the walls.
It's happened once, it's happened twice, But really... Can't we just play nice. So much mean And accusations, Privacy has its Violations. Nasty words Thrown around, Curses, mean things Always found.
#beginningline Creeping silently under the veil of night, I try my hardest to avoid the light. The sun is a plague upon my skin, The clothes I wear are always too thin.
I wear a mask, Go out at dark, Save the city, Leave my mark. When sun comes up, It's all the same, No one knows me, Knows my game. Every night, I hunt the bad, Bless the good, And tease the mad.
Two halves are torn Then separated Locked apart Later berated. Two halves are torn Then pieced together Worn and dirtied From the weather.
Withered leaves and crooked branches, Snow falls in mini avalanches. Undergrowth with paw prints scattered, Mud and rain on tree trunks splattered.
Laying on the bed sheets, Remember why I'm here. Nothing I remember- Gives me smiles, instead a tear. The sheets have turned so cold now, My skin was flush, now dead, Remember when you made me blush.
Blowjob and steak day. What would your mum say. Not only 'tradition' GREW, Imagine if she knew... #blowjobandsteakday #4lines4fun #yolo.
I'm imagining worlds out there, Things we've never truly seen, Stuck on this here planet, Is all we've ever been.
Always feeling fat, But always looking thin, Just glancing at that cookie, Could be regarded as a sin. Going up one dress size, And suddenly; a fight, Even one inch bigger, And it's a grotesque sight.
Cue the drum beats. Call my name. Turn the spotlight. On my game. Watch me dancing. Hold your breath. Horses singing. Sudden death. Ribboned fingers. Palest skin. Hair up too tight. Heartbeat: thin.
There are plenty more hours, Plenty more days, Plenty more leaving, And too many stays. There's a lifetime of ticking, A century of clocks, Minutes of waiting, Years on the rocks.
A boulevard of memories, And every house: a hope, Walking down and wishing true, I wonder how I cope.
#acrostic {C} aressing, long and smooth:our hands. {O} nly 'we'; who understands. {M} aybe in their fantasies... {P} leasure locks up with their keys.
Something old. Something new. Apparently my blood counted as both..
Twigs and stones And sticks And bones And everything can hurt me. Hard and harsh And sweet And scarce But everything still hurts me.
You tell me they're all in your hand, It's all going as you planned, But I'm not there - I don't fit in, You've made a plan, but it's so thin.
#acrostic #secret {S} old to the highest bidder. {E} verything in the open. {C} lear as day, promise: a lie, {R} eally, we're outspoken.
{B} eing here must be a dream, {R} eality: we're barely seen. {O} nly here, am I with you, {K} nowing that, I dream anew, {E} ndless dreams of us, I pray, {N} ow knowing it won't last till day..
{S} now is back, once again, {N} o, it won't leave, it's such a pain. {O} nly North would be like this, {W} inter loves its ice-cold kiss.
I remember hand-holding, The sea, the grass, our smiles, The endless walks across the sand, Our talks could stretch for miles.
#acrostic {T} wo in one and one in two, {W} ithout me, not without you. {I} need you like I need air, {N} eeding you, I've nothing spare.
We fight, we hate, we snap, you're late, We scream, we yell, we burst, we swell. We spit, we huff, we hurt, we bluff, But the anger we have is never enough.
{ People seemed to enjoy the prologue I uploaded a few days ago, so here's the first chapter, if anyone's interested?. } New York was beautiful, in a technicolour, never-sleeping sort of way.
#projecthumanity One day they won't be swear words, They'll just be jokes and naught, Used so lightly, nothing bad, Another sort of sport. One day they'll just be gestures, Incriminating. No.
{H} ow can I breathe. {U} nder this ocean. {R} unning away from you {T} hat is all I have..
Nothing left I've nothing left Left sitting here My heart's bereft. So much lost I've lost so much I long for one: Your needed touch.
I remember it at nighttime, The never ending blows, The yelling and the blasting, And the far-off, distant glows.
My hair is changed, Once again, Keeping one colour's Such a pain... It's still blonde, But stripes along The bottom and They're nice and long.
Shivering in the darkness, Alone and cannot see, Scientists around me, 'Whatever could she be?' Fangs aloft my gums; out, Hands shake, need for blood, Forcing fists and curling in, My eyelids make a...
Waiting in the shadows, I'm never truly gone, You thought you were very right, In fact, you were so wrong...
{H} appy as I could be, {A} nd nothing here is bad, {P} lease don't try and 'but...' me, {P} lease, I am far from sad. {Y} ep. High on life..
Thought that I'd done badly, Been bricking it all day, Shaky and my nerves on fire... Guess what. I GOT AN 'A'..
You build me up, To knock me down, Tell me to smile, But make me frown. Tell me to laugh, But cut inside, Start with one tear, Then cause a tide.
'Just one more kiss' He said to me, But a kiss from him- was never free.
#acorns I'm trying. I'm dying. I'm crying. You're keeping. I'm weeping. Hearts leaping. We're in sync. We can't blink. We can't think. We're caught here. Just you, Dear. The pain, sheer.
{ This is the prologue of one of my newest stories on Wattpad, thought I'd share and see what you guys think. } Dear Isabella Grace Garcia, I'm writing this letter hoping you'll never read it...
#acrostic {M} istaken, I must be.
I sit inside the graveyard, Ankles crossed by flowers, Letters littered at my feet, I've sat this way for hours.
I know it's too late to enter it, but I thought I'd give it a shot anyway. {H} ome is with my family, {O} nly when they're next to me, {M} eeting them is where I see: {E} everything I want to be..
It's amazing when you think it, I've been months writing on here, Not sure when I started but, I know not yet a year.
I was right in there. And I won. Yay, me. Right. No shouting out. 'And I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding/ Right before the lord...'.
I've missed two weeks' worth of blogging because I've been so busy... Should I do a catch-up. I think I might. I get exam results on Thursday.., bit nervous.
#SundayRepost Her lips aren't red as roses, Her skin has marks and scars, And when I gaze into her eyes, It's not like I see stars.
If only I could have more time, A bigger mountain I could climb, And show them all that I am able, Slam my fists down on the table.
{rants} So you think you're great, You're all but that, Doesn't matter that you're skinny, Wouldn't matter were you fat.
#acrostic - with some naughty words. {S} hitty lessons, shitty writes, {C} rappy classrooms, crappy lights. {H} eavy homework, heavy days, {O} nly teachers have their says.
I'm finding each day harder, Each morning is a chore, And I have no reminder, What exactly I'm up for.
Imagine life's a painting, And you the artist; try, Imagine earth as lumps of clay, In your fingers it does lie.
I'd like to say I love you, But it would be a lie, I'd like to say I'm happy, Instead inside I cry.
#NightDwellers Hearing creatures screech at night, Waiting for the blessed light. Close my eyes and it's not real, I will not be this nightmare's meal.
C| learly no one even cares R| eeling in those judging stares Y| es it's me, I haven't changed I | nstead somehow now I'm estranged N| eeded this, a wake up call G| ood to know you'd see me fall.
#FridayFun Cold shells buried deep, buried deep under iced sheets, Snow covered body limbs, body limbs no longer heat.
No one understands the stress, No one gets the trouble, Often I wish I was them, Outside my little bubble.
Next Thursday I will get a shock, Counting down; that ticking clock, Results for me, one re-sit please, Let it worth my time and fees.
A tantalising kiss, And it promises much more, You draw away, I'm breathless, And I ask: 'What was that for?' You reply with short breath as well, 'I kiss because I can', I look at you and can't...
#NatureAcrostic S | lowly burning up my skin, U| nderneath, my heart thaws thin, N| ot wanting it to go away, L | eaving me, another day...
It still leaves me smiling long,. When Opuss sings its little song,. That quaint 'meow' is like a bell,. I know my app has news to tell,. It is a gift I share with all,.
Expectations make me, To them I am a mould, A piece of dough to take and shape, To have and then to hold.
A kiss can mean a thousand things, A hug can save a life, Just take a gentle step away, And teeter off the knife.
#ProjectHumanity I sit by the river, The wind runs through my hair, Cross my legs and sigh again, I really have no care.
Trying to target the worst, Whilst praying I can quench this thirst. Trying not to be that bad, Whilst quelling rage, so brutish, mad.
Like a needle to the vein, I will never be the same, One injection and I'm done, Is it worth it - the long run.
#SundayRepost #ProjectHumanity A paperless place, Just wires and lines, And online transactions, And alerts, symbols, signs.
We howl upwards, To the sky. Waxing, waning, Sing goodbye. We sing our song, Our mournful howl, It ends with snarls, A rippling growl.
Time again for party heels, No soft drinks and no third wheels, Music pumping round a room, Hearing chords which creak and boom.
My head's on fire Build my funeral pyre I might expire I feel so dire Last night's a blur Just him and her My brain won't whir I don't concur I might just die Bid life goodbye Why. Why. Why.
A mother sings to daughter, Her baby girl asleep, The mother finally falls down, And in her hands does weep.
Imagine me A skeleton A shell which once you loved Imagine me And you a bully Me a victim whom you shoved.
I swear I'm not drunk Ok Yes I am Staying out late Waiting on the fam' This be the worst post I ever did write All jacked up on vodka Tequila And sprite So yeah screw you spell check All Checking my...
She was a little girl. With ribbons round her wrists, Fingers bent and tapered thin, From constant, bruising fists. She'd never understood it.
I know I am not 'perfect', But what does 'perfect' mean. All those glossy magazines, So squeaky, 'perfect', clean.
#acrostic K iss me softly, slowly, sweetly, I n the morning, in the dawn, S how me all the velvet goodness, S o many times you've sworn..
Always waiting For your smile And I will wait For a long while. Always wishing For a 'new' Something old And something blue.
I'm dancing in the flames, I'm falling off the edge, I'm wronging all my rights, Going hard against my pledge.
Feel like I'm on fire Your body runs up mine Chest to chest Cheek to cheek Ain't never felt so fine ..
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There is a shadow chasing me, Paranoia is a stench, Always looking, checking back, Tugs at my heart; a wrench.
I'm classy now I'm eighteen, Drinking twists at five o clock, Hitting all those booze-ups, Cause that's just how I rock.
What is one more tablet. Knocked down with a drink, Readying the water glass, Addiction with a 'clink'. What is one more tablet.
Sorry it's been a long time coming... For those of you who weren't around last year, The Opuss Files are a series of interviews I have performed with various writers of Opuss.
Why bother, I know I won't win, You'll never stay Through thick and thin. You'll leave me Leave me high and dry, And you will laugh, Whilst I will cry.
A crystal sky, With azure tones, The softest winds, With creaks and groans. The wheeling birds, The buzzing flies, An empty playground, Far-off cries.
All I want is to be heard, Just once, and be heard well. Instead I have to scream and shout, Instead of talk, I yell.
#RepostSunday #Acorns The longest hair in all the land, And all I want's a chop. Finely spun like purest gold, A woven, braided mop.
I'll close my eyes and hold my breath, Imagine some place new, Imagine sitting on the sand, And right beside me's you.
#100things continued... 31) Playing Disney songs on my music station at top volume until someone yells at me to stop. 32) Laughing. Uncontrollably.
In the heart of the forest, The faeries line along, The trees alongside them, They're singing their song.
Bit of a rant. Okay, I get the picture, You're small but you want big, You want a crown all of your own, But can't be arsed to dig. You'd rather have them do it, Why get yourself a mess.
#100things continued... 16) Christmas. I'm like a four year old at Christmas. So cute. Well, cute until I wake you up at five to go to the presents. 17) Drinking tea. So British, so addictive.
I knew it wasn't right from go, You when it's just like... That you know. Something's up but don't know what, Your brain is teasing, all it's got...
#100things 1) Reading. 2) Writing on Wattpad and Opuss. 3) Getting fall-on-your-face drunk and remembering nothing the morning after. 4) Running. 5) Watching animation films. 6) Travelling the world.
I can never close my eyes,. Can never turn my back,. Can never not look over my shoulder. It's a funny thing is. GUILT. I can never be carefree. Can never completely enjoy. Can never be reckless.
There once was a woman who had it all. Had a house full of servants at her beck and call. But this woman was greedy and wanted more, She hated mortality and she'd beat it, she swore.
When it's good, it's great, And things could not be better. But when it's bad, it's awful, And my cheeks could not get wetter. When it's good, it's brilliant, Like a high that won't come down.
#freeverse From Barcelona to Munich and I thought this would be e a s y Apparently not.
This morning I've a message, From someone I don't know, A 'Secret Admirer', With a thought that made me glow.
I haven't met your eyes yet, Suppose you could not see, I haven't seen your 'perfect' lips, How 'perfect' could they be.
#OpussWeeklyChallenge My love has not the reddest lips, And there's a wideness to her hips. Her skin is ruddy, no pale hue, And she has not that shiny 'new'.
She sits alongside him on sand, They sit together, hand in hand. The ocean sings to them: a song, It feels like nothing could go wrong.