Twitter ; @CrazyMinta “Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” Marilyn Monroe
A joker behind a jokers mask. He hides behind the bigger joker. All black and white. He chooses to look behind the shoulder of a joker. A joker that is not only black and white. But red and green.
Silence between the bells does not always means the worst, sometimes it only suggests the acceptance or understanding in between.
Cogwheels turn. Heart ache. Brain hurt. My circle closes in on me. I don't know if I need him or want him. But. After hearing him tell me that he. Did not wish to leave my circle.
I drew a circle around me. Within the circle. I created rules. People pass by and obey. I said whoever comes into my circle. They have to strip. Many pass by. Clothes fall. Nothing happens.
Anger is such a abstract emotion. But when I take action following my anger it becomes so concrete indeed. Let me explain. When I am angry I wish to bottle the cunt into a glass bottle.
#acrostic. Handsome devilish bastard. Everywhere girls awe and worship him. And I am the one to call him mine. Reality soon kicks in. To think that I believed him.
A moment here. A moment there. A minute of happiness and godly bliss. A minute of sadness and harmful tears. A day today. A day yesterday. A sun. A moon.
People keep telling me that I need to have a safety net. They tell me this time over time, but what is a safety net . Is it not taking the risk and choosing the easier option.
“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” Marilyn Monroe.
I stare at the mirror in front of me and all I can do is stare and admire. Admire the craft work of the golden frame that the mirror has fitted into like a golden glove, a perfect fit.
I am a single instrument. Playing a solo symphony. I am wonderful. My melody makes you awe and smile. Because I am brave to admit that I am a single instrument.
I promise. Those two words leave my pink lips, It is a reflex now It does not have the same sealed deal feel. It is all but words. I don't know when the words lost their meaning...
I hide behind my green curtains, from the cruel world outside my window. I have big and green plant in my room, he stands proud in his big green pot. Truly his my only companion.
Vengeance . I say vengeance must be taken. All these people making there best effort to upset you and remind you of your solo symphony. Later. I say later, I will make them suffer.
You see I have a tradition Its not a fancy one And it doesn't involve anyone special You see theres that one day A year You beg and wish Not to be so alone Well I created my own way of dealing...
If today was your last day . And tomorrow was too late . Would say "goodbye" to yesterday . Would you stay or run . If you ran would you be late. Or if you stayed would you greet it .
I dreamed of death, as he came to me. He gazed into my eyes as a lost lover. Perhaps I knew him in a past life I thought. His looks wore unnatural, he was all pale white bone.
I wish to run with dinosaurs, Of course only with the vegetarian ones. Rawr. Rawr. I would skip through a groove of blue trees, And neon yellow grass Beneath my feet.
Fear and love are too incompatible, like fire and ice. But when I think of him thats exactly how I feel. Well maybe not love, but something strong, that draws me to him.
A human heart is a fragile thing, It can tick in rhyme with time. With time it can learn to love, A sweetheart that can stop time with one touch.
A lover visits me in my dreams. The dream often starts the same way, but not always. The most usual scenario starts with me standing butt naked, but I don't seem to feel the cold.
If I could lock away my guilt, I would embrace every dark and twisted evil within me. I do not know who I am, I do not know where I am going.