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I Don't Have YouI Don't Have YouI Don't Have You
I'm gonna' take my ties And knot them around you, My own pain of another Painted all over you.
I'm holding this penknife Not too far grown, nor harmless, I'm holding this heartache Over you, so I feel less.
I'm gonna' kiss this pain away A love cure for a diminished love. I'm gonna' pull apart the boundaries That kept me from what I should.
I'm gonna' kiss this pain away A love cure for a diminished love. And I'm gonna' pull apart the boundaries That kept me from what I should.
Oh, this rule


SonnetSonnetSonnet
Is it that I should keep it, or leave it? Too many reasons compel me to delay, But what is it that this beat truly says?
Can a broken chord fix itself to fit, Into a whole that is otherwise misfit?
Pondering whether to lead this spark astray Has been occupying my mind for days: What cruelty has magnetised us to this?
To truly indulge in this wreck together, All thinking condemns itself to evaporate, And if this is to survive our weather, These logics should not choose to devastate--
So it's time to gaze upon my last endeavour And conclu


Love is not my friendLove is not my friendLove is not my friend
Love is not my friend This week. This year. This life. I feel seething serenity on the Tip of my lips And it's letting me know That the puzzle piece that fits Has yet to be found.
So I will listen to the sounds And I shall taste the perfection.
Perhaps not This week. This year-- But this life holds my perfection; The exogenous is overruled.
fin


Singing to the WetlandsI'm the girl with bayou eyes, twigs, mud and death snaking into my curls. I pause to breathe and s-h-o-c-k, shock sets in:Singing to the Wetlands
Day One. Earthen clasps latch on my arms, pulling me back down; the meandering waters clutch at my bell-shaped elbows.
Day Six. My smile is climatic; the sun always seems to shine, burning the layers of leaves but I can't even put up a fight to remember it's grace.
Day Seventeen. I'm surrounded by an animalistic embrace-- mismatched light from alligator stares and throaty frog musings. &nb
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Trapped like a watch on my wrist, that's finished with gold but can't tell the time, was all or what little pleasure exists, seductively sold and uselessly mine.
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Trapped like a watch on my wrist, that's finished with gold but can't tell the time, was all or what little pleasure exists, seductively sold and uselessly mine.
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Trapped like a watch on my wrist, that's finished with gold but can't tell the time, was all or what little pleasure exists, seductively sold and uselessly mine.
that sounds slightly neurotic. lmao.
You are wonderful. (:
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Hello world! I love you.
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Hello world! I love you.
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A dream is something special: while it may never come true, it is a beautiful thing, and can never be replaced.
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my fave emoticons! ^^
<3
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Hello world! I love you.
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Hello world! I love you.
but really, thank you.
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SHOCK HORROR much? ;]
We have way too many messages going on hahaha
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SHOCK HORROR much? ;]
xD
not like it's a bad thing!
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SHOCK HORROR much? ;]
BYEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXXXXX
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SHOCK HORROR much? ;]
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