A sullen introvert to some and to others i have an outgoing demeanour. I can be no one else but me,whoever that is ...
My garden used to be an overgrown jungle for me to explore. Now it's just a mess that I deplore. The trees that encapsulated my garden were my climbing frame.
I look at you and what you've become. I am overcome With feelings of dread. If you continue in this way you'll end up dead. Can I really just sit back And observe.
Eyes as dark as night beckon me closer. Your raspy whispering voice bewitches me. Time moves slower. Unaware I move my hands along your body, almost instinctively.
You're so beautiful, I just want to ruin you. Toil with your emotions and screw with you. Take every last ounce of dignity you possess. Make you feel weak and pathetic just like the rest.
The smile is the one facade we all condone . It puts us at ease, whether we are the ones smiling or appreciating someone else's. Just to witness a smile is comforting. It's falsities delude us.
Sitting in my normal seat, In the classroom I waited. What news was to arrive. In retrospect I saw it coming. Teachers crying in the halls. I just sat unaware. Humming a melodic tune in my mind.
Constant tossing and turning. An Insistent scratch that just won't seise. Rubbing my eyes. Grasping my thighs. Concentrating ... Lost concentration back to tossing.
She was in wonderland and he was in hell. Their lives did cross if only just for a spell. She was a writer and knew her way with words. He was a fighter whose choice of weaponry was swords.
In a little while we will all vanish, Everybody's hard worked for reputations soon to be tarnished. Why care what our repute of you is. When soon you will have wilted just as the rest.
You understand, You're too attached. It's not even love; Just pure infatuation. How can one love what they idolise. Idolisation is demoralising; Objectifying; Adoration isn't part of a relationship.
I do not conform to your monarchisms And will not take part in your royal jubilee I believe it reinforces the social classes Of which there shouldn't be.
Tumbling clouds surround you Enclosing around you Is night over.
Is there a god. I often wonder at night, with feelings of fright. What if there isn't and life has no meaning. Are we all wondering this earth as pointless beings. Is there wrong or right.