I am a mother two fantastic children who I adore and whiles they are little they seem to think I am awesome too. I am a fully qualified body modification artist, I also create art with anything I can get my claws into.
I walked to your house Been knocking since No one will listen No one has a chance As I saw you hiding Behind the plant I saw something strange happen, I saw you walk and collapse Wondering if you...
Subdued, now the quaking of her aching body got to release its orgasm, with a little help from her friend.
So I have been working my new job for seven weeks now, and if I am honest it's so reparative, easy to do that it's started to become a chore.
I get sick Lost and down I sometimes wish I didn't dream And that I couldn't see The hatered towards me..
I sit wondering. Why I can't get away. Simple answer is I've got bills to pay. I detest my job. Thanks to it I have no life. I am the odd one out. Unknown to me I am loathed. maybe hated.
I sit have a cigarette Listening to the sounds Feeling light headed I start to turn around I haven't told my family my dirty habit Or when I need to have it I jump to it and feed my monster...
Ironically when I get home. The heating has gone. The landlady hates me. She will not fix the boiler. And I am shivering in my own home. Called agents. All I get.
Having a smoke. Whiles out side. The ice creeps. My nicotine breath hangs in the air. As I'd the ice is trying to freeze that too. I shudder. Shake. And my body decided.
I keep thinking The world is going to end I keep dreaming And that scares me too. The world doesn't end in 2012 My world ends when I do.
So my mother called me its been a week since I have has a good night of sleep. She was on a rant, I went utterly into auto pilot and forgot my card to get the wipes I needed.
I sit and wait. Ticking of the clock. The time for work. I breathe and wait. For the lines of people. To disappear. I just don't want to be here. I am willing to be the best. But killing myself.
It's an odd place to be Standing around people Wondering what do they think Are the judging me And wondering if I am right in the head I feel like a lost connection I feel like I am loosing my...
Me and my boys We went today To the woodland To the woodland to play Throwing leaves Kicking them Jumping With crunch Then it rained We went home from the woodland today.
Sat listening about politics, How people should be equal, Regardless of sexual preference, Or gender, And be free to speak.
Celebrating when I should be sad, Being happy seems to make people mad, All the complaining, Angry people, Why do they come back, When the food wasn't cooked.
I ache, Head throbs, I sob , Body shakes, Back quakes, I am starting to break..
Where ever I go,. I do not seem to appeal to people's tastes,. I guess it's time for me to show them,. That I play hard,. And work harder,. With the most effect,. See how there tastes change,.
Prolog This story being written is a dark comedy, a diary leading up to my stay with my sisters, some things might have happened, some things might be completely made up...
Sighting you in my sleep, Unable to wake from the nightmare, Of what is true, I am missing from you..
Today at 10, Training began, Sign away my pretty, To this contracted time, Lovely, Right, You guys busy at 5?.
Cole knew there where wolves around, Tom had told him about his old house in the wood, and Tom longed to go back and visit.
It started as lust, I could not help it, I was infatuated, With everything, I became obsessed. You became my desire, My target of attention.
Do you think that because you gave up on me, That I have forgiven. Haven't you realised how much pain I am in. To love somebody wholly, And to be neglected by them is damaging.
Sat in my watery pool, Thinking about you, I do not know what to do..
Woodland surrounds the house, the wind making the leaves rattle like the sea.
The boy with the curly hair, Once I loved him, Now I don't dare. He twisted his hair to knots, Dreaded beauty, That time forgot.
Do eyes of blue haunt you, Eyes of blue follow me too, Only when I think of you.
To us money seems to leave our pockets, Never sitting long, Running away to others, Lining their pockets, And ruining others lives, Even without a blink, From the other side..