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#sundayrepost. #opussweeklychallenge. Like a sheath it drapes over her skin. Softly reminding him of the delights within. The finest silk,the colour of gold.
The screaming erupted that day Like pop rocks from my Grandmother's mouth. My Mother, in the front house, was busy mopping the floor, And I, had been drifting, like a lazy bee, with nothing to do.
#sundayrepost (I've picked this one as it was something totally different for me, I had the name in my head and the rest just flowed.
He threw me on the floor. The tears trickled down my pale face. He walked towards me. My heart speeded up so fast. I could barely catch my breath. He walked away from me and disappeared.
He threw me on the floor. The tears trickled down my pale face. He walked towards me. My heart speeded up so fast. I could barely catch my breath. He walked away from me and disappeared.
This is a warning. Please don't read as this is my journal. I strong opinion and difference offend you, please don't read on in fear of your own life. This book is cursed.
When I laid there beside you, Could you feel me there. My arms were wrapped around you, And I was stroking your hair. I was talking about all the good times, For me they were every single day.
Who turned out the lights. It's too early to be night. The clock has just stuck three, It's afternoon by me. Where did everyone go. This room has lost its glow.
I remember when I was young, my mom held me in her hands and would sing me lullabies. She would stroke my hair and tell me she loved me. I would gently hold her hands and fall asleep in her arms.
#nightdwellers. Demons are chasing me. Yet I'm laying here still. Not trying to escape. Just awaiting the kill. No reason to run. No life to preserve. So I'll lie here in wait.
#nightdwellers#beginningline Unaware of what lurked in the darkness my heart raced. Shadows danced before my eyes fear my mind embraced. A scream invaded my ears the owner of its voice was me.
You reach for me but I turn away unable to face the pain. The sight of you betrays my memory two visions but not the same. I refuse to believe that you are going you'll grace my life no more.
Missa defunctorum. Gone are the lights. Gone are the sounds. Gone are the smells. With you not around. Gone are the days. Gone are the nights. Gone are the dreams. With you from my life.
Three very different limericks. There was a young man full of sorrow. Who was scared that he might wake tomorrow. So he cooked up a potion. To end this emotion.
His heart turned cold And like a plague The infectious pain Dragged her to the grave Met with hers His lifeless eyes He flitted out From her life Her heart turned Into a stone A heavy burden She...
I lay with her. My tears stream down like waterfalls from my sea green eyes. This isn't how things are supposed to go. Taking my father wasn't good enough. Why does this have to happen to me.
Snow is beautiful. I've never really appreciated that sentiment, until now. For all of my life, I hated snow. It is cold and wet. It freezes all it touches and, if ever given the chance, it kills.
This is something I wrote from long, long time ago, while I was a high school student, doing a assignment for one of English class.
Wow, I did a lot of digging and found old paper where I wrote this poem when I was about 9 or 10 years old. #death #cutter. ---------------------------. A beating heart. A heart that beats.
Will someone find me, a body without life, snuffed out in my youth, an end to my human strife. Distorted beyond repair, death echoed in my bloodshot stare.
The grim reaper finds his victim, There will be no time for fixing. After death, after life, Mr grim needs no knife. His boney finger, Is what makes him the reaper.
A lyric I wrote when I was such a mess and in abusive relationship #cutter #death #lost #abandoned #alcohol #razor #pills #drugs ------------------------- Baby, since you've been gone The night seem...
I'm about to collapse Beneath the weight Of this nonsense To all of this shit That life keeps throwing Against my every defence Infecting my system Rotting my core Destroying from within And...
The house was quiet, the light through the windows still bright with afternoon sun. Vickie came in the front door feeling frazzled.