my heart beats on and on.
Sad and stuck in a fleshy tomb above ground,
in my own mind, I am truly bound.
Praying not to be found; yet wishing that I am,
I sob a little louder.
A whisper grows to a wimper.
But what would happen if i was?
It wouldn't solve anything.
you cover me in a blanket
but it still stays cold
you give me small kissis that sting
did you fall from heaven?
or from the clouds?
i love to see you unscathed and new
but i love to throw you and shape you
oh beautiful snow!
only coming down when you see fit
only on the coldest...
i want to go back to being a little girl again
no cares, no worries. compleatly absent. always careless
So it's 3 in the morning and I cant sleep. Sometimes I just feel like writing... expressing myself. I wonder, maybe.. just somebody will understand.
So I've had a lot on my mind for the past few weeks. To begin with, I just found out that my (former) best friend had her baby. Let...
i watch as the screaming children jump in the pool with delight
the water consumes them in an embrace
like a lion would sit under a cool shade of a tree
they seek a quik instant of escape from you
because of you
every task is done lazely
every movement so slow
another sunday morning i'm waking up wondering when you brushed your teeth. its been a couple of days since we've talked and i want to know how you're doing. you're probably still asleep. i worked this afternoon. i kept pretty busy, so busy in fact i didn't think of...
He sat parked outside his old house for what seemed like hours. His heart was beating like a drum and his hands were sweating. It was three o'clock in the afternoon and his little sister was suppose to be getting home from school. He wanted to meet her when she stepped off the...
Sitting right next to me, had a a mask I could feel was about to unveil. The one you least expect. We knew each other since I can remember. Then, the breakpoint. The mask went off. It started chasing us. You could feel your heart pumping blood, the sweat running cool down...
I write this today knowing that I'll miss all of what I do today, but I just want to write. I want to tell you how much I miss, how much sadness there's inside, injustices and prejudices.
I'm back from a long absence, just to tell you, I'll tell you a story you...
it was valentines day. i told myself i wasn't going to spend another valentines day completely self pitying and hopless. i was going to make a move on the guy i had been interested in since the first time i laid eyes on him. he was intriguing. on valentines he was still...
My release. Write it down. The overwhelming feeling that I need to scream but I write instead. What the hell is bothering me? Will the feelings subside if I let it out with the words on the screen or the paper? My previous release had been the physical pain of cutting to release...