I used to always be worried that being alone would make me look weird or lonely, but I've grown to enjoy my own company. I'm not lonely when I'm alone, far from it.
1. I am 18
2. I own a ragdoll cat
3. my favourite colour is lavender
4. I love Amethyst crystals
5. I want to get a tattoo of 2 magpies somewhere
6. I am in a long distance...
i have the tendency to sleep with my hand on my left breast. it relaxes me.
Every night before bed I fondle my DDDs until I'm out like a light
Each person is beautiful in his or her own ways, that sometimes not all people, but only the genuine eyes of a person can see through the subtle surface of mysteriousness.
though miles i walk
i travel in place
never the path
ends with embrace -
tired i am
of such woeful words
each a futile appeal,
a plea unheard -
homesick my heart
beckoned by night...
You'd think that I would have posted a poem here lol. But really I write poetry, but only when I'm super sad :(. When I am, poems pour out of me with little effort and I'm told...
Gather round all Skyrims children and take heed.
This tale of valor, of wit and wonderous deed.
From far off Elswyer a most distant place,
Came the greatest of Dragonborn that evil...
We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows...
"I protect my abs in a thick layer of fat." -me
The past is a monster
It howls through the curtains
Rips along skin
Snakes through your hair
Dances in mirrors
And behind your own eyelids
Wherever you go to
The past's always...
I'll always want to drive with you.  ...
Want the change. Be inspired by the flame
where everything shines as it disappears.
The artist, when sketching, loves nothing so much
as the curve of the body as it turns away...
I always write my emotions and feelings down and it sounds like poetry to me.
Never let me go
Never let me go
You are my only desire, no one else will do
You are the One for me
Like a key fits in the lock, we are perfectly matched
Nothing else can take...
She was born wild and curious. A cage is no place for someone like that. "I play with the fire of my own truth" she told me" I will burn for the things I love" ..Mia hollow
I love to write and I'm happy I'm here cause its a medium to pour my heart out and write.
I really think I write poems like seriously I think I do. I found write ups in the house...
I am no big fan of poetry. I do, however like analyzing them. And also, I thought of an analogy. I don't know if it could be called a poem or not. But, here goes:
Life is like a...
"On the Loss of Control"
Wishing what was between my legs would disappear
Perhaps be sewn up
As long as it's there I feel
Panicked at the...
facing another day in this hell,
no friends here...just people who want to use me for their own purposes.
phony people...people who could care less...
just scant days ago I saw...
You were a wild fire and I was a single pale of water.
Silly me, thinking I could ever be enough to change you or contain you.
Both of us destroying ourselves trying to make...
On our knees beggin for answers/
It feels like a cancer/ How we slowly dying out here waiting for somebody to catch us/
I look to my right and see so much wrong can somebody...
Just a feeling...
Isolation( A poetry by me)
You feel alone;
No one to find around,
Just to hug and cry on.
You feel like no one gets you,
Try to break and judge you.
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
- from Lady...
The Power of Politeness
Kids are expected to argue and have disagreements, and it isn’t unusual for them to sometimes get into fights. But Denis was different. He was odd...
The Broken Warriors
I am a broken warrior the weight of my wounds grows heavy
I have fought valiantly but I realize that my fight is over now
The power is gone from me to create...
I like to get lost in my own words.
I write poems in ragged sketch books, in old journals, on a 13.3inch and in my mind all day.
The only way I can detach myself from feeling is...
'There is a love reminisce,
like a seed
I've never sown.
Of lips I am yet to kiss,
and eyes not met
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
that feel like home.