I’m pissed, but you don’t really seem to care,
about my emotions, build up beneath the surface of my corrupted soul full of high hopes and opportunities of the beginning, middle and end of my life. A life in which you tell me is so unique and so beautiful above and beyond this eerie planet called Earth , a solid yet crumbley place we lay our lives upon, what a terrible place to have grown up in.
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From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d--I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view-- There's always a symphony of emotions when you’re on. One day you make me smile because of the meaning you bring among the world.Another day there’s tears running down my cheek because of the impact you have on so many with your gentle using of lyrics. Next day would be rage because I would understand the demise you have for that someone that I have for another. You’re like an relationship that is endless,addicting and painless, kinda like a drug that course in you veins, always wanting that high to last, always wanting it to stay but then again leave so you can find other things. Numbers colliding with other numbers, the mind pumping up with confusion with what the answers was really suppose to be. .999 or -57, determination was the only thing keeping me sane. Solve for x, find the slope, find the minimum and maximum then graph. Laughing hysterically, head falling into my lap with unused pencil in hand. They found a little courage That Simmer in the sun They blended it with patience And just a spice of fun They poured in hop and laughter And then with a sudden twist They stirred it all together And made a Optimist.
There is a sharp pain in the pit of my stomach. The feeling of knifes twisting, rubbishing every important organ in my body it’s the skurchyating pain it reminds me of. Each breath felt like the last one, faint and closer to death. Shivering from the fear built up in me, each time moving, breathing, speaking, felt like a death sentence. It’s all over my entire body, the pain rising up like flames of fire. It’s hurts, but someone like myself is use to it, can tolerate the pain, it’s just a reminder of the ungood deeds that i’ve done. You're different, i’ve never fell for someone like you.
Someone that speaks what they are most interested in with a sparkle in their eye, Someone that draws their eyes upon me, listens, cares, Someone that’s there with a shoulder to cry on. Someone that makes me fall in love all over again each and everyday of my life, whenever i’m with them. It’s the pidder padder of the night,The claw marks on the wall. The awakening of 3am, fearing that the devil himself will pull you off the bed into an infinite pit of fire. Pulling the covers above your head waiting to fall asleep until you see a beam of sunlight. It felt like morning was just years and years away. Fearing that it will never return and the darkness just will consume you so easily that you will be begging for more. Or begging for your life. The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels, Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels Begin on tilted violins to span The whole revolving tall glass palace hall Where guests slide gliding into light like wine; Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall Reflecting in a million flagons' shine, And glided couples all in whirling trance Follow holiday revel begun long since, Until near twelve the strange girl all at once Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk She hears the caustic ticking of the clock. Momentous meeting High desire Mutual ecstasy Touching Flesh to flesh Every skin is hot Blushing sweat Feel now Retreat not Lust is to lust Open wide There is love About to enter Bone exploding Trembling orgasm Sensual expression Breathing fires and Collapsing like parachute Melting the two Opposites Into one |
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