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#100things Don't have a massive list - but stuff I enjoy doing: Forro (Brazilian dance - universitario style, super addictive) Cooking / Dinner Parties Yorkshire puds.
Hello there, My name is ... Well that is none of your business, now is it. You can call me Cheshire Cat, or one of the two for short. I recently joined this site because, well, I love to write.
Calls my name. My heart skips a beat. I wait. You come. You joke. I smile. We exchange glances. My face grows warm. You began to walk faster,smiling again.
In a castle high up in the forest, Where the living dare not stay, An eerie presence is waiting, For you to come its way.
It's pretty late I'm quite tired But I just can't go to sleep I'm Opussing right now. I know... This is called addiction!!!.
You make me sick Talking of him Or her You don't love Stop. You make me sick.
I write with white ink on white paper. I speak with my lips firmly shut. I strum on my stringless guitar. I read from an unwritten book. I think without aim or direction.
Come fill my cup with your love, let it over flow with your love for me it's all right. Let me hold the cup high up to heaven and say I love you to as I look at your pretty face.
#nightdwellers The full moon beckons me to bathe in it's soothing glow. Upon my naked skin I can feel the night as it gently blows. Chinese whispers are carried exploding on the breeze.
My own, DARK HALF HOUR of the soul, I'm losing control. It's taking me whole. My own, DARK HALF HOUR of the soul, Clouding my mind. Making me blind.
In my black hole of existence, I sit here mortally wounded. I've always had resistance, But something has consumed it. In my black hole of existence, I sit here mentally blocked.
It really all comes down to a game of how I put too much cream in my tea. How much I miss you, how much you hate me. The way my throat gets sore, when I have nothing to say.
There is no escape from love or fear To fall in love at all It was not Mother Nature's intentions but Slowly we all fall So if I gave you my ink-stained heart And flawed skin and bones and...
Travel is my fate. A plan I must create. To be free. To be me. With glee. Walk with smiles. Travel a thousand miles. By foot. Scenery to look. Upon with excitement. This is the path I have chosen.
Disappear it's not clear I'm gone and forgotten Designed to travel I have a world to unravel No time to explain My plan is plain I must go go go Into the unknown In the wild Like an exile.
There is something about music. It heals me. It makes me happy. It makes me cry. It makes me shy. It makes me travel. It kisses me. It breaks my heart. It makes me stupid. It makes me feel understood.
I'm only evil when I need to be, But you've done this so easily. Drag you into the night; Not a shimmer of light. Eye for an eye, But I don't need to see. I can feel you, while you bleed.
Why does everyone have labels now a days. It just doesn't make sense, society is crap now, if you eat too much your fat, but if you don't eat your a skinny attention seeking whore.
I am not: Long legs Smooth skin Plump lips. I am: Ridges And bumps and lines and Scars; Held together by the hope that someday my feet will find the Earth again..
Time just seems to go on and on, and on, and on and on... Maybe it'll slow down someday. Maybe there's no other way. Truth is, it kills me at night, Just laying there, in the moonlight.
I don't let you see I'm breaking. That my heart is being torn. If what I'm saying hurts at all. It pains me ten times more. You say that it's okay. But it's not alright for me.
Short sweet petite Life lived.
I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is Now you are in the world.......
I have a little manta when life is going wrong things will get better if you smile and carry on.