A redhead writer trying to get my novel published. I enjoy writing YA Paranormal Romances and so far had a short story and article published. I maintain my blog and website at www.alisonaldridge.co.nr
My appetite for you is like a hunger that is always starved. My hunger for you is like a thirst that is never quenched. My thirst for you is like a lust that is never satisfied.
I knew your type. I've seen your game. The kind that cannot. Will not be tamed. Not interested. In what your selling. Hear to the truth. Not what your telling. I see through you. Your shallow ploy.
He's like reaching for the moon. Out of my league, out of my grasp. He's become my whole universe. All consuming, lost in a love so vast. I'm floating, swimming, pink sky space.
I learnt the lesson long ago. I knew that boys were bad news. I saw my friends fall apart. From bad romances that didn't last. I made a promise to myself. I'd never ever lower my defence.
I know the difference. Between right and wrong. I know that morally. I must remain strong. The path that's right. Is crystal clear. It sparkles bright. Without regret or fear. I know the difference.
He yanked & pulled my body. Out into the dark. I knew it was the devil. He had hold of my ankle. Over stones or brambles. Over something sharp. They ripped, they tore. My back did pour.
Sometimes I need a hug Comfort and love To hold me together When I feel vulnerable Crumbling, eroding Breaking into pieces You keep me together Wholesome and strong Sometimes I need a hug.
I welcome you and all you say Even when it's not going my way I want to see it through your eyes So go ahead and criticise Tell me where I have gone wrong. Point out where I've gone on too long.
It's safe to pretend. To follow their lead. It's best to play along. The illusion game of greed. For when the veil is lifted. When the masks are removed. You'll see the board for the pieces.
It's safe to pretend. To follow their lead. It's best to play along. The illusion game of greed. For when the veil is lifted. When the masks are removed. You'll see the board for the pieces.
On tip toes. She crept. Past the boundary. Where you never went. Into the deepest. Darkest forest. The delicate fabric. Of her dress. Floated behind her. In her quest. Catching white cotton.
He comes to us with his story. His brown eyes say not to worry. The tapestry of truth he weaves. Is laced with lies designed to deceive. Only I know him well enough. To see when he's being dishonest.
I like the green light. That says you're online. Even though we don't talk. But pretend that we're fine. You say that we're friends. But both know it's so much more. If I sent you a message.
Hello old friend. Do you remember when. That day we first met. An Insignificant moment. I wasn't the sort you'd want to know. How could someone popular like you. Being an oddball outcast.
Happy as a summer day I'll bring the sunshine And you warm my days.
It's time to change. To write new plans. My life feels wrong. Coasting too long. My path has gone. My soul forlorn. It's not my reality. This isn't my destiny. I question my fate.
I need more money and less work..
A better man pays attention. He notices my subtle reaction. A better man always listens. Always attentively time is given. A better man puts me first. Never tries to make things worse.
I hate you. I hate you.
I felt it sharp. In my chest. I felt it climbing. Up my neck. Stuck in my throat. An awkward lump. Kept moving up. Into my mouth. My tongue licked. Against its sticky form. Running dry.
I'm just not happy It's as simple as that I'm looking for a fight So you best look out.
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...
The shoes they sparkled. With delicate straps. She had to have them. That was a fact. The shoes were high. With six inch heels. They were dangerous. Her feet would kill. The shoes were hers.
Warning: this poem is very dark towards the end.
When I'm with you. I'm paper thin. When I get wet. Fragile and broken. With your words. you scrunch me up. Into a ball. Do not touch. Rip me up. Easily torn. In pieces. When you are gone. Into a bird.
He shone in my blackest sky. Like the moon in the pit of night. A beacon in my darkest day. I never thought he'd take it away. Pulling me like the tide. My moon settled into my life.
Here's the manta; the secret of life I'm afraid we all experience strife Now repeat these words after me This mantra here to fix all these "I will be fine; I'll be alright Just one more day; one...
The aroma is the sweetest. It is the most addictive. I cannot ever get enough. Of my rich chocolate love. The taste is ever so more-ish. It is the most delicious. Run my tongue over each crumb.
Here's to a happy New Year. Here's to parties and lots of cheer. Here's to a happy new you. Here's to love that's always true. Here to a happy new you. To your pay rise, new job or two.
Sometimes you aren't the brightest star. When your eyes are closed you can't see the light. You know deep down that I am right. But to this your eyes are tightly shut.
I started a rule. Every time one of my posts get 20 or my likes, I'm tweeting them. Does anyone else Tweet Opusses other than Opuss itself. Just curious...
The below was titled "Hello". I didn't writes my first poem until 18 posts in. "I've just joined Opuss so feeling a bit shy.
The clock goes tick. Too slowly to tock. As I wake your on my mind. I check to see if its morning time. The clock goes tick. Too slowly to tock. Start by jumping in the shower.
Loosing focus; Loosing sight Loosing all sense of myself Lost to you; Lost with no clue Lost and you don't even know Find me. Find my heart. Find and put together my life Found again.
I spy with my little eye An unattended chocolate delight My husband has just popped out The Mint Aero is calling out, "Eat me. Eat me!" "You want to, Ally!" "Eat me.
He was nobody; a boy. He was somebody; to her. Hair clung to her face. Wet cheeks from the rain. Or was it from tears. She loved him so. He healed her heart. To heal her fear. Cost a hefty price.
She waited until her wedding day No heathen man would have his way By her rules, she would not sway His love must be true He must first say I do They must be wed Before she'd let him in her bed...
Trouble finds me all the time It should be my middle name I try my best to be good Stay away from the bad hood Staying in, not doing much Mouth kept shut, staying hush Don't ever start the fights...
I wrote this after listening to rap music so was prob under the influence - lol +16 only (offensive language, sexual content). Not for the easily offended.
Sometimes enlightenment. Can feel like a punishment. You can never not know. What you all ready do. You can never forget. Knowledge causing upset. You can never unwind. The pre-existing time.
I held onto the shackles too long The cold metal pressed into my palms All I wanted was for it to be gone But I was reluctant to drop my arms Only I was holding me back Holding the chains as if...
Smile :) It's Christmas. Plus smiling makes the world a more beautiful place xxx.
In Spring 2013, MacMillan Children's Publishing Group will be opening their new website Swoon Reads. Swoon Reads will be a crowd source publishing venture.
Tip 1: Write about what interests you, that way if nobody else wants to read it then you've at least enjoyed writing it.
I'll take these pills to help me sleep. To go back to where we did meet. To feel your kiss & relive that heat. I'll take these pills to help me sleep. To not worry about what others think.
Still my thoughts in your arms. Wrapped up with you, I feel calm. Put to rest all my heart ache. Easily you help me to escape. Troubles of the daily rat race. Everything falls back into place.
He coughs, he sneezes When he moves he wheezes He moans and groans With every turn You know it's true He's got man flu Worse than any cold So I've been told So I set to cure it Like a witch I...
Where is my focus. Where is my drive.
Waiting for you. Time stands still. Waiting for a call. Or an email. Pacing the room. Did it go well. Feeling the gloom. As I dread farewell. I know where you go. I'll go there too. Secretly planning.
Chilling and cold. What's going on. Thinking the worse. Just getting hurt. Damn imagination. Procrastination. Should simply ask. Seeing a farce. Who is she. Way too pretty. What does she want.
Like a snowflake, I'm unique. Totally different, from all I meet. As I land, I blend in with the rest. A population of snowiness. Each with their own destination. Rolled up to make a ice white person.
CONTENT: 16+ Her fingers fumbled nervously as she untied the thick cord of the ice skates lace.
Burning, Inferno, Raging sun Shining bright for everyone Snuff the fire, burning out Flickering, Fragile, Candle light.
So upset and let down. Your childish tantrum. Your nasty frown. You can't speak nice. You're just so cold. Acting out cos I didn't do as you told. All I asked is for some time.
"Come back to mine for a coffee?". He asked with a wink. I'd always liked this cheeky hottie. He knew this is not my drink. I knew what he was really asking. Seduced by all the dirty dancing.
No matter what you do I'll always look for the best in you Is it love or is it loyalty. Or is it just plain stupidity.
Live without care. Taking chances. Making dares. Being selfish. Feeling reckless. Want to be wild. Caution to the wind. No boundaries. Running free. Living for me. Obeying no rules.
You are my favourite puzzle. Sorting this jigsaw muddle. Put together all the pieces. Some out of my reaches. To fill the gap and get them. Need to ask you my questions. I wish to see your picture.
You have so much power. Sitting in your ivory tower. With just a look you cast your spell. I try to act cool so no one can tell. Already wet and ready. Fuck me and let's go steady.
Don't want to be hidden. I want to be seen. Sharing my thoughts. Posting my writing. Living my life so publicly. Uploading for all to see. Social networking. Everyone connecting.
United Press and Operation Shoebox are hosting a competition where you can win £100. The short stories/poems entered will be selected for use in a book for Operation Shoebox UK.
My best ideas always seem to run into my mind just as my head hits the pillow. There has been many times that I've woke and picked up my mobile to quickly record an idea.
Hooray for the weekend. I'm glad work is done. I've taken off some holiday. Now for a long weekend. I plan to chill and relax. My Friday at its best. For Saturday I'm out drinking.
Some people all they see is orange & red. Some people they stare and that's all they get. Those that look further will always see and find more. They'll see the soft brush strokes and emotion drawn.
Still my lips with your kiss. I think I may be loosing it. When you're around I am spun. Feel myself coming undone. I reveal too much but cannot hide. Can't control what comes out my mouth.
I'm doing fine, doing fine. But still they find me, plague my mind. Their demon fingers trail a thought. Thoughts I thought I had forgot. In the shadow, the cusp of sight.
What to do with myself. Home on my own. Usually wish I had more time. Like to have a good moan. Tonight my time is plentiful. The blissful thought is beautiful. With no car I'm staying in.
Like the sun. You make me burn. With a heat. That reigns. It's destructed. Like forest fire. Yet it owns me. I need it. It feeds me. A warmth. A glow. It invokes me. Addictive. I breath you in.
What colour would be your choice.
. . I . (\ F /) You could see how you appear to me. Then you would be so proud.
I wish I could say I'd been here since the start but for me its just been 7 months. I remember my first post. I was nervous and unsure what to expect. I didn't know how my writing would be received.
The world fades. Out of focus. Caught in a spell. Hocus pocus. Feels like magic. To be so lost. Everything tickles. Giggles. On love dust. Everything's better. Sparkles. It's marvellous. Hazy mist.
With you I'm open. I cannot lie. With you I'm smitten. I can't deny. I feel so vulnerable. Truth crystal clear. I feel so naked. Whenever you're near. Every secret stripped. Nothing I can hide.
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Husband is off to the shop and promises to bring me back a treat. I hope my treat includes toilet rolls. I'd really like something to blow my nose on or wipe my arse #hardtimes #Treat.
I'll put on a show. Don't want you to know. What's going on inside. Things that plague my mind. Don't want you to see. That my smile is empty. Acting that I'm strong. Don't worry nothings wrong.
I'd break the rules. Again and again. I'd do it all. Just the same. All the trouble. Was well worth it. I'd break the rules. It's fun to do it. Being naughty. Breaking rules. It's not a crime.
What a mess. My body's been test. With copious amounts. Of shots all about. Mixers and cocktails. Downed like a good girl. But when I did wake. The loo saw my intake. As tummy combusted.
@Eddie12309 #fashionpolicereport Date: 25 Dec 2011 Time: 2:00pm Convicted: Mum Witnesses: Children Crime: Pudding Glasses Report: It was during Christmas dinner 2011, that the assailant stood...
Just had a huge fight with my husband and he says he won't go away with me tomorrow.
Honestly, I have no idea why I'm so down. Maybe it's the prospect of tidying up. Can people post some happy stuff to cheer me up. I hate being a misery guts. Thanks xxx.
In a world of technology. Sometimes it feels lonely. Just one click away. To just say hey. But sitting here silently. Sometimes it feels lonely. The screen is on, but I'm shut down.
Tomorrow I'll be on my way. To a forests cabin to stay. But I just am not excited. It's not where my heart is. Hopefully I'll get in the mood. Maybe packing would be good.
Hi guys I know day 10 is pretty late to enter NaNoWriMo but I think I can catch up. I worked out I'll need to write about 2,500 to 3,000 words a day.
A quick way to knock one out. For the urge & the need to write. When finding time is causing strife. No time to give your work undivided attention.
Hush hush A secret rush Hush hush I think you're lush Whispered name I want to scream But hush hush It must remain.
Runaway with me. The world we'll see. We'll find an island. Flushed with green. We'll find a waterfall. Swim in the stream. We'll build a house. Of twigs and leaves. If the island's.
When will we learn. When will we change. Will the suffering ever end.
On a serious note (real life stuff), I had a lovely day today. I didn't want much fuss because last year (my 30th) was such a huge let down. I planned nothing and expected nothing and it was perfect.
I don't want to disappear. Like I was never here. I want for you to see. To understand me. To have your attention. Gives the best reaction. I love that emotion. The spike, the rush.
How can I trust. With what I know. My jealousy. Out of control. Where have you been. Tell me please. Who were you with. Reassure me. Why are you late. Please explain. Tell me now. Everything.
There is a tree. Within the forest. That you'll find. Is hollow. Into this tree. You must climb. If you seek adventure. And trouble. Down the steps. Follow the tunnels. To lands via burrows.
The day is looming. Clocks are turning. Here tomorrow. Then I'll turn. It cannot be. Surely not. As bad as last year. I fear what's lost. Time and youth. Never coming back. Time is ticking. Flying by.
Pale skin. White as snow. In the sun. She never goes. Pale blonde hair. With ice blue eye. She is winter. A cold desire. Delicate snowflake. Crystal tears. Spring is coming. This she fears.
LEFT BRAIN: let's make something pretty RIGHT BRAIN: Or work out the nitty gritty LEFT BRAIN: We could write a ballad RIGHT BRAIN: Or calculate the vitamins in a salad LEFT BRAIN: What if we...
I look at you You are perfect When did I get so pathetic.
Just a reminder for the emotion challenge deadline. Word is "Surprised" #emotion in the post @Redfae in the comments Good luck all x I'll announce the winner on the Wednesday (my birthday).
Keep it secret, do not share. It made it naughty, it made it fun. Without rules or need to care. Just flirty, dirty need to cum.
It wasn't cliched like in the movies. It was flirty jokes and innuendos. When something was a bit too much, they took the piss and said they were just having a laugh.
I want to scream I want to shout I want you to ask What's this noise about?. I don't want to fight I don't want dislike So I keep this controversy Locked up tight....