I feel as if my soul has mutilated itself
My heart no longer aches
The anger inside of me is the only thing that has not abandoned me
All my progress undone by a number
And the sun rose for the last time
The dawn of the final day
As the sad and lonely planet
Knew the price it had to pay
No birds had sung that morning
No rain pattered on the...
The scars on her wrist
Are the story of her life
A razor kiss
When she gave up on her life.
Her crys for help
That never came
Instead she yelpS
With the pain.
Emotional bliss, what a load of ****.
Every human hides their pain until it all escapes,
Nothing that you say or do can stop them from decay.
Every time you comfort them they...
The artist of hell, she paints with blood,
Bones become her clay,
She uses you as her tool, then throws your broken body away.
She seals your soul inside her art then whisks it...
I am a very shy woman however I love to write erotic poetry
I love to write these days, because it is one of the few times I feel good about being alone. It helps me recreate a happiness that is hidden somewhere in me. It helps me dream of...
I love to write. However I don't just love to write here or there, I have to write. It is my creative release. A day I don't write is a day, I don't feel creative. . . (I mean I...
YES YES YES!!!!!!! YESSSSS!! I LOVE WRITING SO MUCH. I love that feeling when my imagination oozes onto a page,leaving my soul to pour out so other people can see it. I love that...
I love to write. I curl up on the sofa. I get out my pen and put my hand on my chin. I think best when I'm staring out an open window.That's when things come to me. I love to share...
I had a slight lisp as a child, which I got over. But I still have trouble speaking because I stammer and struggle to speak coherently and find the right words.
When writing, there...
There is a difference between love and being In Love
She lays in their bed beside his sleeping form
But another occupies her mind
The man that lay beside her now had...
Today the skies are gray and cloudy,
The raindrops fall outside my window,
It reminds me of a life full of darkness and despair,
One that is impossible to change,
She was like the ocean.
Only, people can only walk in the shallow parts. The parts where she's happy, where she can look you in the eye and smile at you, being happy.
Life is a voyage across unknown oceans and seas;
winds of boredom blow your sails only giving your mind a tease;
as the sunny days drift by with nothing to see or do;
She Walks in Beauty
BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Man versus Pan
(picture Robert Doisneau)
There is a Man, all curly hair and full of sweat,
Fighting Pan... Half man, half beast,
An animal rack,
You being swept away
My Southern Heart Beat
Southern native of my hometown, straight from the heart of Bayou Country where southern flavor is craved world renowned.
Born and raised by southern...