Writing under the shadows of the night.
I dreamt of you last night. You held my hand and. spoke softly. Told me everything would be okay and I've nothing to fear. You're guardian arm around me I feel safe. Protected and sheltered from evil.
I held your hands to keep them warm Gazed into your twinkling eyes as you spoke Lost myself in the heavens of your smile Became one with you when we hugged Fell in love with you at hello.
Oh custard creams How I love your biscuity goodness.
Stay with me Don't leave me Capture me Endure me I'll be with you Never leave you Care for you Be true to you I love you.
A part of you resides in me. Eating away at my flesh. Taunting my subconscious. Disturbing by soul. Mind games and tricks. Always been your forte. You cut me deep and laugh.
Shades of red, yellow and red. Rising high above me. The heat penetrating my skin. A strange sense of release. The letters you wrote whither. The rose you gave blackens.
I've let go. Released myself from your grip. Relieved myself of pain. Unravelled all the lies. You spun all around me. Played me like a fool. Like a puppet you were my master.
Okay so I'm back on opus. Really hoping that all the brilliant writers that were here before and still here, I'm looking forward to reading their work..
I cried. For the first time. I cried. Let it all out. My eyes flooding. My body feels like a raw angry nerve. My eyes are angry and blood shot. They sting. A lot. But I don't feel any better.
I love the summer, but I hate not being able to whip my top of and soak up the sun. Sucks. Tan lines are a bitch. One day mich, one day..
I've ended the chapter. Closed the book. Closed my heart. Closed my soul. I didn't want to. Believe me I didn't. But I had to. It's the only way. To protect myself. From the aches. The pains.
You confuse me. Play with my mind. Plant seeds in my brain. Chew me up and spit me out. You play with my emotions. I'm happy, sad. Angry and content. All in one freakin' day.
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. It doesn't. It just hurts..
Babies make me broody. Sad times..
Oh cocktails How I love you so Fizz pop Pleasuring my taste buds Fruity goodness Sweet and delightful Could drink you all night Oh cocktails How I love you so Pineapple plantation Your rum...
Come to me mistress. Grip me with your untold power. Manhandle me like I'm nothing. Glare at me with your dark eyes. Sink your fangs into my neck. Suck the fucking life out of me.
I see you young thug. Spreading your disease. Polluting the town. It's a pity you won't see me. Until my blade pierces your soul. I see you young thug. Disrespecting the female form.
Don't know what to write, can't think. Blurgh.
I should be in the best mood ever. But I'm not. I feel like shit. Bring on the booze and cigs. Funny how one person can change your whole mood, isn't it?.
Why do you stare at me stranger. Do I offend you Is it the way I walk Or the way I do my hair. Why do you stare at me stranger. Is it the way I talk The way I dress Do I confuse you.
Forgive me for have sinned. Forgive me for i know not what I do. Forgive me for I have tortured a soul. Forgive me for I will make the change. I'll correct my errors.
I'm such a fool. Every single time I wind up in the same position. Bruised, scared and wounded. I don't know why I do it to myself. Fuck it. Not anymore. I'm done..
Hey there. It's me again. Miss me. No. Well, I've certainly missed you. Haven't changed a bit. Have you. Still as twisted and disturbed as you was before. Fucked.
I like razor blades. I like how shiny they are. How the light reflects off them. How elegant yet deadly the tip is. I like razor blades. I like how they feel in my hand. Delicate and light.
I have a tiny room But it feels so big I'm surrounded by people But I feel so alone I've a heart in my chest Buy it feels so empty You've got my missing piece But you won't let me have it.
Don't grow little one. Stay at your infant age. Babbling and smiling. Untainted and pure. Don't grow little one. The world is a scary place. Full of sadness and danger.
I know it was only a dream. But I can't help the sadness it's brought. The torment. The pain deep inside. I know it was only a dream. But I know someday it will be reality. I'll wish you well.
I hate that four letter word. It sends a shiver down my spine. Makes me cringe. Repulsed me. I used to believe in its meaning. But it crushed me. Pulled out my heart. And spat on it.
I'm sat sniggering, reminiscing. Thinking of what I thought could have been. A beautiful thing, special. Oh how naive I was. Clouded by feelings and emotions. Blinded by your essence.
Look what you've done to me Changed me Sculpted and moulded me To a point where I no longer see myself But myself in your image You're a parasite inside me Controlling my thoughts Bringing me in to...
Aaah stop it with your nonsensical bull shit. The literary crap that comes out of your mouth bores me. Close it. Keep it shut. I'm sorry, did I offend. Apologies madam. Allow me to make it up to you.
Sorting through stock sheets at work and a painful sick feeling hits me in the pit of my stomach. Have I made a huge mistake. Can I go back. Can I make it better. I don't know.
How do I approach her. Ask her name. Ask how she is. How do I over come the nerves. The sick feeling The anxiety Even if I do, how do I open up again. Bare my soul. Give my everything. Not again.
I have so much to say in my head. But I can't find the words to say any of it. So I'm not going to say anything..
I laugh in the face of the person you have become. I laugh at who you think you are. I laugh on the lapel of the jacket you hide behind. I laugh at the lies you've told.
I don't need you. But I can't live without you. I can't function. Simple tasks become impossible. Sleeping. Eating. Breathing. So dependant I've become. On your green and yellow colour.
I love the pain the needles bring. Each one piercing my skin, filling it with colour. Painting me like a canvas. It like I'm slowly becoming a piece of art. And I love it.
I felt alive this morning, for the first time in a while i felt human. I could feel myself inhale, hear myself exhale. Feel the tickle of the breeze from my window on my bare shoulders. I was awake.
I wonder if it's okay to tell you that I miss you. That I'm lying in bed thinking of you. Wishing you were lying next to me in my arms..
What are you doing?. Put it down. Hey!. Listen to me. I walk up to them and stumble into a pane of glass. I bang at it ferociously, trying to get their attention. Fuck. They still can't hear me.
I often wonder why good things never stay in my life for very long. It's like I'm not worthy. Friends, family, lovers... The later hurts the most. Grasping something so tight.
Every day I wake up and make myself who I am. Whatever I am. Every day I look in the mirror and hate what I see. Every day is a struggle with discrimination, prejudices, funny looks and comments.