don't think I've been in a calm place for awhile,he said, 'shit runs out eventually'when I feel at ease it's satisfying,like im high on drugs or something.don't think I've been in a calm place,for a long time. he said 'shit runs out eventually'I guess, I thought,I could agree.Time to stop playing 'victim'the world is more … Continue reading Shit runs out eventually.
We will make it out of here, I know it but not sure where the exit is and sometime I get IBS and can't find the toilets. I don't think, I'd survive in a zombie apocalypse, but I'm willing to give it a try to survive and be by your side at the end of … Continue reading Zombie #2
right now I'd do anything I'd give my self away just to be heard again right now I'd do anything. I'd steal I'd beg I'd plead just to get this one thing that I need. right now I'd be more than happy to offer, all my life for love it has no price and I … Continue reading i’d give love, for arms
I've been experiencing some real life situations, Coming to harsh realisations, No answers given by people, And driven by this feeling that's given, Constant absence and low mood, In a world of my own. You can say my name but it doesnt belong, I have no idea what's been going on, And at last I … Continue reading Low mood.
emergency surgery : ~ my hero.. is a man in blue uniform, a name I won't recall, what I have left from being under the knife, scars are a reminder of my hero's work, he gave me chance to live my life, for what he did im really glad, I wish I could thank him … Continue reading my hero is a man in blue uniform
Don't stop writing, Let words give you courage to keep on, Fighting. Let flames go on their own, Without you smouldering them.... Let the damage burn, Don't touch. Let them cool whilst you recover them, Don't stop writing, For it is your freedom to feel whatever you wish, Without the judgement of harsh characters, In … Continue reading Fighting
Everything's fucked up, I mean look at the fucking government! Who the fuck had the authority, To call me up and question me, Why I write poetry ? Why I write poetry ? Who the fuck. I haven't been honest with myself, I mean look at the state of my house, I couldn't afford draws, … Continue reading I haven’t been honest with myself
although we didnt get much time, I take the honor of knowing, That in growing, I spent some time with you, We wasnt single, We was joint? We was something? And it was an honor... I will never forget that cheeky grin, When I held the door and let you in, I had to throw … Continue reading It’s you.
August 2005 dear, I went to the park on my own today, hoody, joggers green NIKE trainers. I didn't intend to go out and meet anyone, I just wanted to get out as its the summer holidays and they have been so boring this year. I normally just sit with my headphones in from my … Continue reading Letter 8 Rizlas
Anxiety my chains . I'm shy, but not really, smile, but I'm secrectly, crying. I'm laughing! silent, but I'm chatting! . I'm shy, but not really. I'm cold, and im needy. the attention you give me smokes like fire in my belly. and im ready, when your … Continue reading anxiety my chains
belongs to me . my body, is for my enjoyment, every strap, every lace, every mark, beauty spot, it belongs to me. my body is, MY temple, and I will not give you one piece! if I choose to share with you, then you, shall respect it, as if it is your own, it is … Continue reading belongs to me
an urge to be with I can't help it I can't get you off my mind I have so many good feelings inside when I think of your eyes meeting mine it's like the pit of my stomach lifts me up and brings me to the light an urge to be with you... I can't … Continue reading an urge