For the stories I put my own characters in, I love to add some of my feelings into the story, it helps me to express myself sometimes without actually talking to someone. I have...
Natasha stood, silhouetted by an exaggerated fire. I could do little more than maintain my wine glass and soak in her form. A jealous rain cried tears down an indifferent window...
of unforgiven fate
didn't move and still feel ashamed
have you corrupted what was in me
or it's a dream of my own cruelty
bored with reasons..to convince and...
in this prison
where lucky ones think they're free
i try to escape just to feel what would be like
to be one...far from this condition
just finding my own patterns of...
Statements of mystical truths and palpable absurdities overwhelm my mind with unintelligible euphoria. Locking myself in the comfort of solitude, I unleash all eccentric thoughts...
feel so destroyed
i always expected this...that it will fade away
this illusion i cherish...i lived in..for some bright moments in my life
i was ready to give all...never taken...
this is it
why is it..not satisfying like i expected
not a place i dream with my eyes open
feel high laying on grass and watch the sky
have i expected much...like i wanted to...
All my life ive hated what i see in the mirror but now i like who i am.
I have been in a bad place for to long and im starting to smile alot like really smile. That hasnt happend...
missions..colliding with unknown decisions
living in filth and trying to become
free, cleansing yourself from the shtt
you have become..a junkie so high
like a fckng...
"Loves true torture" My mind is never quiet, while my thoughts create a major riot. Pondering things unknown and never seen, always wishing for loves glittering gleem. For whom do...
of futures...love to give up
wish to escape...from selling coffins
in present...and wanting one
imprisoned by needs...society's code
i hate my job..i really hate it...
I sit on the edge of myself, tracing memories in the sand.
Sad for no particular reason, happy for you.
Finally alone with my thoughts...would you like to hear?
I sit on the edge...
running through our veins...our child
we loved..and created in us
feeding it more everyday...knowing more
and breeding more...in the graveyard of soul
when I first began to express myself, I got judged a lot. Either it was for what I was wearing, my makeup , my music I listened to. I'm here to tell you guys just to be yourself...
urge to change
one into you
answer for freedom..existence
to look things your way, with old ripped dirty shoes on
fly into your way..dark or joyous
the solution to everything...
Here I am on this journey ordained by God, the spiritual path that will lead to many things of benefits to others and myself. For years I have grown wiser, stronger, more...
it isn't my wish
you to become what i suspect
but you're on that road already
you just don't see it yet
the road in which you feel safe...
what you know is fueling that path...
slipping into those strange unknown voids
evolved eclipse roaming above
perspectives of loneliness in the corners
in we lived and created a new age
where no man has...
making sense of it all
the equations gifted to the living
feeling, expecting..doing the chores
silent yet so many opinions in the mind
Who am I? Who should I ask, I wonder. How many people do I have to ask in order to find out? Can't just ask myself?
I want to have somebody I can tell everything to. Without feeling bad, or making them feel bad... But I think I might be too much for anybody to handle.... I don't mean to be, I...
i see you
with what you're and you will become
but you see them as delusions..my insanity
to tell you, what you're now is what you detest
one day...maybe not..maybe you like...
you can't find one
who don't even know where they're
you will be loved and destroyed by me
all is well around me..except within me
seconds of melancholic void
maybe i feel...
I thought i only write when i was down. when something hit me hard, then i could scribble all that, documented those rough times in a book or any writing material.
I thought i...