Lay Me Down On A Bed Of Roses
When I am old and bedridden I wish for you to lie by my side and let others fill the room with all the flowers. Let us eat their petals, drink their nectar, and breath their perfume. Let us lie together, legs tangled and bodies combined until we can’t tell where I begin and you end. Let me fall away in your arms, so warmed by each other that we become slick with sweat, let me slide off...
Scent. Her skin smelt of smoke and pine, of watered down honeysuckle and crashing waves. Her breath smelt of a morning danish croissant, of lilacs and forget-me-nots, of volcanic ash and the comfort of cremation. Sight. She looked like fire, all red hair and bright amber eyes, with a loud voice and a loud soul. Her boots were hard steel toed leather, they kicked holes in the...
Discussion with Walls
Sometimes I think walls are easier to talk to than people, y’know? They don’t judge. They don’t give two shits what you’re wearing, what you’re saying. They may be a little worried that your talking to a wall. A little crazy, y’know, but they don’t judge, man. Walls are easier, you can’t tell whether their listening or not. They could be...
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I want only one thing
I want only one thing from you, and one thing alone. I want you to offer me the world and everything in it, and I’ll accept on one condition. That you share it with me.
It Was More Than Just A Pitter
My mother and I were once scouring Bed, Bath, and Beyond for a lemon squeezer. She needed it for another one of her intense dieting/cleansing fasts where she would depend entirely on lemon and salt water. In the section I pointed out to her a cherry pitter. It was a small silver and black mechanism that removed the seeds of cherries for convenient dining. My boyfriend’s classy gay...
I wish I grew up in the 50's.
platonicteamugs: summerliketheseason: make-sweetlove: Classy women. Guys being gentlemen. cute ass relationships. Racism Sexism Homophobia Illness Segregation Cold War Constant threat of nuclear war But I mean the vintage bombshelters are sooo totally cute
The Writing Process - In Pictures - so true
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It’s a fact I’ve lost my tact My muse undone Guess ‘Girl World’ won
I’m going off to wonderland The place where sea shall burn the sand The place where time was killed And tea was served Down the rabbit hole Unnerved By the crazies That know all games And call you names That never stay the same But also never change
They don’t know who I am For I am many I am dangerous For I am Unknown
Honor The Skies
The sun is the sun The moon is the moon The stars the stars They will die They will live They will set They will rise They will blink out They will shine in Yet Though they may explode Or leave our sight They will never fall And that is why we honor the skies
What I Want
I want to love To fear To win To lose To hate Then to forgive To have control To embrace the dark But to simply chose to be in company with the light
Where did all the angels go? A place that only angels know A place where wings have lost their flight And halos lost their ghostly light A place where devils bred like weeds Now desolate in the place of thieves Angels crawl up toward the night In search of the moons bright silver plight But without fail the demons wake No longer a messenger for your soul to take For angels cannot see in this...
Truth or Dare
Truth or Dare For as long as I can remember I’ve known what 2 + 2 is, and for as long as I can remember I’ve known how to play Truth or Dare. But in case you don’t, here’s a guide that discusses the small amount of mastery I’ve claimed over the most basic game known to adolescent modern society, the “game” that can make or break you. Truth or Dare is...
There are two types of people in the world The cattle And the people who like a good stake
When I met you it was sunny When I kissed you it was a starry night When you said you loved me it thundered When I rejected you lighting cracked the sky When I said I loved you it rained When you said I love you too it rained harder When we made love for the first time it stormed When I told you I was dying there was a rainbow When I told you I was pregnant it was cold When...
Kiss Me In The Rain
Just kiss me in the rain While I still believe in love God damn the heavens up above These are my feelings for you
The first thing that registers in my mind is that it is warm. Cozy warm, like a large comforter you want to snuggle up in on a cold winter day. But there is something dark underlining that warmth. It is almost like a facade of comfort. A lie.
To find freedom within your cell is the most aggravating thing for captors. - Me
A slave to mine own, I am a mess of want. I long for things. I long for sun kissed skin and full bee stung lips. For a firm middle and long lean legs. For large breasts and an elegant neck. I long for large eyes and wavy hair. For small feet and clean nails. I long for everything better, more desirable. I long for physical strength, for mental prowess. For a clever tongue, and a sharp wit. I...
WATER —————————————————————————————————- This may be stupid, I don’t even know why I’m writing this. But I am. This may be the last thing I ever write, the one and only thing I send out into the...
I’m always amazed at shock. Shock is something your body goes into when it realizes that you just can’t handle whatever has been thrown at you. Both physically and mentally, shock protects you in a way that nothing else can. It sucks you into a mindset free from pain. From hurt. From death. From the cold. Shock, as dangerous an escape as that may be, can rescue us in our time of greatest...