The more I listen you the more I became thirsty of your voice.
Dear Mr “I’m too good to tell you the truth”
Mr. “I’m a liar liar pants on fire so I can’t give you a proper goodbye”,
I guess this is the goodbye you didn’t respect me enough to give.. I knew you were lying when you looked me in the eye the other night and swore to god you wouldn’t bail.
Seems like you got one over on me pretty good.. not once, not twice but three times and the third all you left me with was the conversations to roll around in my head of lies you spewed.
In a month and half you took off on me three times. Coincidentally every single time the dope ran out. Shame on me. I’m such a fucking fool for thinking you were anything other than the person everyone here knew y...
My old friend..
You've been hiding
Since our end
Many years ago
I said goodbye
But who knew
It meant I would
See you later?
Not so much a crash
But a burn
To healed skin
And I remembered
Why I put you down
To begin with
Yet here we are
And I am writing
To an old friend
We struck a cord
And I am lit
Will we ever end?
7 word story ;
Alchocal opens mind & block the HeaRt ♥
Love, extra bits.....
Again I mention God. But I must, again sorry if anything offends, but I am striving to understand God and Love.
Anyone can be happy with the level of love they have.
There are indeed layers of love and each relationship sits upon that layer.
However the more you read or understand from other people's relationships, the more you may desire.
It's only when love is reciprocated at its highest plane can love be truly special.
There must be an aspect of wanting for yourself, an aspect of giving. Linked, intertwined.
If your partners not happy can you be. Yes, but truly happy.
Whether or not you feel your partner might leave and therefore leave you with no one. (FIS...
"Having an intense fear of just one thing will debilitate every aspect of ones life & eliminate the confidence one longs for."
Coffee in the morning,
Is like a trigger warning.
That makes me,
As good as I can be,
Like the open, wide sea.
I was a wave of water
running to the sea into
restless revolt and unawed
covered and coated with
crystals frozen in a
world of penetrating
I need to be reminded of all that flourishes and grows
Even though it may be something I should already know
I need positivity constantly shoved down my throat
I begin to sink even though I know I'm able to float
The Character Of The Weary
"At times the grief that I am responsible for instilling into those most dearest to me seems as though it can only be forgiven by their pity at my own death."
Just found out that it was Charles Chaplin's mum that had mental health problems. By it self it isn't an amazing fact, but coupled with the song "Smile".....well listen to the words. It makes sense now.
One little bit of knowledge can transform a songs meaning.
"The drugs don't work" by the Verve was linked to the lead singers dads early death and his wifes ordeal with cancer.
Two amazing songs, but only when you know the history.
So earlier today my son's father stated he wished I'd hurry up and die so he could have my son, which ok so do I 🤷(the die part not him having my son though) Should that happen PLEASE the one thing I ask, I beg, I implore you...PLEASE DO NOT EVER ALLOW HIM TO HAVE MY SON! I have no proof all I have is a mother's intuition that something is wrong and considering all I went through where malicious lies about me were believed while, funnily enough lies painting him as this great guy and good father were believed, it's not exactly something I can fight without solid proof! I'm currently working on getting it, if it's true! I don't know what to believe anymore at all and I'm even more alone now t...
Sometimes its sweet,
And very happily we eat.
Sometimes its bitter,
With its wrapper we litter.
Sometimes its white,
We relish each and every bite.
Sometimes its brown,
Eating it relieves every sorrow or frown.
(8. 2. 2015)
I woke up from a vivid dream. Images of her so embedded within my conscious they felt undeniably real.
She was there! From behind her perfection I remembered seeing the Eiffel Tower, a beacon of striking reality, stood out and cemented my thoughts.
Her slowly flowing red dress on, a perfect vision I had of her.
I knew this lady, but I didn't deserve her, no one did.
I walked to her, I felt butterflies within. I reached out my hand and she held it with a loving touch. As we walked through the park I felt a sense of fulfillment. I knew there was no place and no other person in the world that could make this instance better.
We turned and faced, I had to kiss her, right there...
As she cries out in pain, shadows lurk atound the room, smiling and laughing at her demise. A small red stain lays on the carpet beneath her, growing little by little as another shadow hits her again. "How many years have passed since then?" She asks herself, her mind going fully blank as another lash hits her. Not capable of running away from her misery, she takes a sip from her coffee mug and gets up from the bench smiling, leaving the park for another wonderful day of murder.
Trying to make sense of my emotions after years of masking them in the resin of a flower is as cold as a billboard on the highway in bold black letters that screams confusion.
Smoking brings me cancer
But a, life with you more vital
I prefer the cancer most .
I did it again. $100. A bottle of cheap vodka and dinner for 2 from Wendy's, plus the $60 and taco bell dinner I got 2 nights ago.
I wanted it to feel good i wanted to enjoy it but my body went numb and my mind went blank ... i forgot how to fuck. I forgot how to give head. It all hurt and i couldn't breath. My body made disgusting nosies... i had gross green snot bubbles smeared over my lips and in my eye brows. My pussy sang like a whoopie cushion with each thrust . I tried to get drunk slamming shot after shot but I couldn't catch a buzz to save my life. He loved it though he came all over my sloppy cunt. Then I ushered him away despite his kindness and genuine respect for me . I have a...
Where are you!!? Again!!?
What the fucking hell is this?
This fucking illness takes the fucking piss!
There I was looking at inner bliss
Not too much care, for that nor this
Moving toward a future, hit or miss
Now this shit?
But in my quagmire I cannot brood
And frankly I'm not in the mood
I know the thoughts that will intrude
The sails are up and the ship is crewed
Wooden legs, arms and vision screwed
Down the Pitt?
Or wishing well?
I write this not as to complain
For falling in this hole again
I know the Prang, I know the Pain
I know the Fear
I know the lies
Trying to peer
Through slits for eyes
I'm Sorry dear
Do I know those guys?
The food is here