TOTAL LOOK - BOOTS ~ MINI ~ HAIR ~ JACKET ~ BAG
I love wearing sexy boots
in Autumn, Winter, Spring
Especially with my minis
it makes my hormones sing
SHORT BOOTS WITH PATTERNED TIGHTS ~ SEXY !
Short boots accentuate the calf
and make the legs look super
Be careful boys you...
fairytale hopes, and explosive love
in the world, but i know that i
will never be the one
to give them to you.
you need notes that end with
'ps - you're brighter than
twenty-seven silver stars'.
i can't bring myself
to write them, though.
it's not like you'd read them,
and shadows tango in the night.
Darkness sweeps her off her feet.
They dance around the corners of the houses that line the street.
They gracefully swing around the poles of the street lights,
savoring every moment.
The moon is their disco ball,
shining over them.
now named, ''An Enigmas War''
I stand there, glancing across the plain,
I see just across no man's land,
My dark side, my hatred, and pain,
I draw my sword with a bellowing cry,
''Courage! Valour! Justice! Today our foes die!''
So I lead the charge, and both sides clash,
Sought out by the pestilent shadow
Only wanting to the most qualified,
The nïave soul turned a blind eye
She became discreet
And danced the world on her own
But still she didn't want to be alone
Dreamed to be embraced
Only to be faced with the...
for something more than supreme
More challenging beyond my wildest dreams
Something warm something cozy
Something that'll make my days better even a little rosy
It needs to real
Something so important that it needs to be concealed
But it can't be too rough
However it needs...
In that time we share the same alternate sky's..
That of dark blue, light and black..
Through sunshine and rain...
We all live in the same world..
A world no different then the world were all meant to live in...
I'm opening my heart
If you use the key
I've opened myself
I don't know why
It feels so right
I'm not going to lie
When your away
I feel lost
I need you here
For you I'll take the cost
My love for you
Could move mountains
You make me happy it spreads like a fountain...
Roll the dice
My money my life
Sell my soul for
Some peace and joy
Treat my life
Like a toy
Use a knife
To pay my debt
Scars will fade
But I'll not forget
Think of Alice's wonderland
If insanity came for tea
And went nuts with a chainsaw
Look in my mind and...
when my mind is flying with thoughts of you
nay...these are the times a pencil just won't do
nor a Bic, nor a laptop, nor glittery glue.
Only the Calligraphy pen will suffice
It makes things look thrice as nice
slick and shiny like black ice
It's loops and swirls
in your sleep
Then shoot myself in the head
Oh poor little child
Dying slowly on the ground
Deep in the woods
Never to be found
The days slowly grow older
Since the day we all lost our hope
I wish everything will be normal again
And I cannot cope
Not really a good poem but...
the florescence of young love with blonde flaxen hair and cute confident smiles penetrated new dimensions in the mind: love.
There in the sullen gunsmoke gray winter our vision skewed to the artistic dimension in the lysergic geometric snowflakes with walks of healing in times...
Was I right?Was I wrong?Was I weak?Was I strong?Do I know?Do I have?Am I lack?My thoughts, my life,my feelings, my strife..Your thoughts, your masks,your likes, your tasksWhat is IN these, what is there?They are not me, they are not you..I am you, and you are me,there is NO other...
I love her; how much she'll never know
She stands on a rainbow in the sky
I touch her softly just with my eye
But kiss her soul and say goodbye.
Until sun and rain do meet again
My heart will wait to fly.
for mom to up and leave, if she can't take her life, which is me, why should I handle so much strife? Dad didn't want the hassle, my brother smoked pot until I got high off the fumes, so I decided to steal his stash, then came the cold cash. Teens will pay five to ten bucks for...
The death being raised
The sacrifice is placed.
For the pain a soul carries
Only her sweet mother marries
Sons and fathers though, unite
In the glory of the horror night.
Wine glasses clinking
High peasants blinking
Doomsday is arriving
With them men not realizing...
at first he greeted her as that of a cold hard stone.
She turned her head from the man she chose for a friends,
but as she started to leave he promised to bend.
Their minds connected through words that where spoken,
They treasured these talks; to her they where tokens...
This Poem is called,
The hungry ghost aha enjoy 😏 . . .
What I want. I want to not go to school. I just want to chill watch movies and play my game. I want to get high everyday . I want to get crazy drunk. I want to poison my body. I want the poison to pollute my body and...
reasoning paints the eyes
a misty shade of dull.
Eyes that view, from the dragon perch
of a counterclockwise carousel,
imagined scenery with a sprinkling of dreams.
A Gothic vision of crashing waves
against the grayish cliffs
that rise to a foggy grass clad plain
where sits the...
WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH ME FOR MY EYES ONLY ?
Never underestimate the power of a woman's eyes
I wonder what would happen if Alysha saw your willy
Would they glow with passion and surprise
or would she say put it away it really looks quite silly ! ELIZABETH TAYLOR ~ WORLDS...
against depression, I might still be fighting but I am hopefully done with beating myself up over it. I hope you guys enjoy.
Down the long and narrow path I walked,
Down and out of Heaven I stalked,
Into Hell I was brought,
Love is what I sought,
But into slavery I was...
colors of the rainbow? Most eyes see a vibrant world painted by the full color spectrum soaking up the light prisms as they cast wavelengths of different variations and shades to create primary and secondary colors. The chapters of my life story are colorblind. My world consists...
My mind slips away as I lose my identity. Wrapped in a universe of pain knowing I must wake and face my fears. Passion pulled from the moment of inception leaving a void of uncertainty. How do I wake, how do I face my morning. My heart crushed by the desire of your tender...
My heart bleeds for you.
I asked for it.
But I sacrifice for my true love..
Feed upon it, take me whole..
You are like fresh air..
Still I can not breath .
I felt my heart beat..
For the first time..
What do I feel?
Love? No I must not . Your like serenity underneath my feet.
is something I'm living
Not just another deception
But she sets my heart on fire
And every time I try to breathe
My heartbeat rises even higher
I hope that this is actuality
Not another made up fantasy
Made up of my mind's reality
Can she see the way I feel?
That when I look...
She will hold dear his earthly desires
A woman in love wants her man to be fulfilled,
She honors him and bestows joy in his life every day
When a woman loves a man,
In her loving arms, he finds sanctuary.
He and she celebrate their passion
They are one in mind and...
so I leave you to sleep. You complain of thirst, and I offer you drink. You admit to purposefully pulling way, yet ridicule comes if I don't stay. I camp in your quarters, then pack the next day to venture upon new paths I can't turn away.
GOD was in a dilemma about ADAM
He had created him in his own likeness
a sort of DEMI-GOD ! Upright - strong
single minded - handsome - hairy - quite
intelligent - bossy - adventuresome but not
quite self sufficient - something missing !
GOD had to some extent modelled ADAM...
nice cool grass,
Soaked in chill dew
The morning spring dew
Like new rain from above
Slightly wets the grass blades
And each cool plant sliver,
each cool blade of green
Are part of a larger lawn
Shining in cool sunlight
Prior to the midday heat
And standing tall and thin
BLUE DIRECTOIRE KNICKERS
TWEED PERFUME (I'M MUCH TOO YOUNG !)
SLIPPERS (SAVE THEM 'TILL I'M 90 !)
SET OF PANS (I'M A MICROWAVE QUEEN)
ELECTRIC BLANKET (I'VE GOT MY FRIENDS TO KEEP ME WARM)
MONEY (IT SHOWS YOU HAVE NO IMAGINATION)
A BOOB JOB (YOU CAN'T IMPROVE ON PERFECTION)A...
it's just stacked lines
sometimes it's banal and trite
I break the academic rules
and write songs to be sung by fools
Maybe I don't suffer enough
to write about tragedy and love
I call it bad poetry
maybe I'm out of touch
there is such a thing as too much subtlety
dried leaves on the forest floor.
Assonant and consonant, the sounds come forth;
the wind, or footsteps being their release.
Stop and count the line breaks in life;
the syllables in each and every sound of the rushing stream.
Feel the prompting pause of a freshly fallen snow.
water becomes rougher, she slowly starts to harden as she becomes tougher. The strength that she feels radiates through her soul, she no longer needs help from a man to feel whole.
She looks at her scars and smiles with pride, no longer ashamed of the marks made by the tide. No...
who reads it likes it....
I awake in the morning with that same down cast face
Wishing I was still in my dream state where I feel at place
The bus to school was anything but fun as I'm filled with a certain trepidation
Needing comfort from a...
I want from you the emotional involvement. Those are the priceless desires of my heart. To hear I love you, proud of you and I'm waiting for you are the jewels you give. Every truth spoken, every trust surrendered, those are my treasures received from you my love. The things you...
the colored canvas's in my mind;
the sun the sea the land beneath,
every thing upon which you've shined
your revealing light becomes belief.
Touch, the silent message born of love;
another gift from life to life;
to know the softness of the skin;
to know the sharpness of the...