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#FarBeItForMeToJudge #But #WTF #Who #When #What #Where #Why #How #ThisIsDrakesFault #WhatAreThose #NahForReal #WHATARETHOSE??!!! #BadmanInSandals #Mandem #OnRoad #InPublic #HeMustHaveHeardUsLaughing #AheadOfHisTime #YouBettaWork #NoMeGusta
Spent 40mins trapped in the living room by him..had to be rescued by my mum! #8LeggedFreak #Arachnophobia #Captured #Rescued #ReleasedInToTheWild #Nature #Rise
18th Sep 2004
The sky is the limit no longer When we who walk with giants Sit upon their shoulders and raise our faces towards the sun Peering into the Heavens themselves Then cry tears of dismay at the lies we have been told by our ancestors The above is not flowers and beauty and souls flecked with silver and gold Just destruction, mayhem, and chaos The concrete jungle of earth easing itself through the grey clouds It seems now the Heavens have lost their greatness The allure of eternal bliss has been turned to dust But who are we to condemn our spirits' resting place If we are the culprits of the demise Why should the Heavens be filled with wondrous glory for us If we can't be trusted to take care of the world we live in Look to home as your Heaven first Then when you achieve oneness with your mind, body and soul You will be ready to walk with Giants like me and face your head to the sun Peer into the Heavens And see if you have made the difference
Sitting on the passenger side Watching the bonnet swallow the road Ears tickled by the note of my breath Getting more shrill and shallow with every corner Pushing the lead from my lungs, through my throat and in to my brain So the thoughts are blocked from lighting my eyes Stepping with uncertainty I approach aisles and shelves and queues with trepidation The heaviness fills my chest as people absentmindedly dart around me, confusing me 30 minutes seems like hours, as words melt on my tongue Rendering my rich tone dull and bare and mild Eyelashes are stinging with fear and salt As my unheard protest falls back to me All the empty space filled with words, thoughts And panic flashes in the whites of my eyes as it attempts to emerge from my lips Rage and Terror physically rippling behind my teeth Completely Sensible and Utterly Insane I sit on the floor as my body betrays me My mouth cries My eyes bleed water With anger and surprise I try to tame my breath For as my mind is clear, my heart is stricken
16th Sep 2012
You rained feathers on me Gentle razor touches that I did not feel until my flesh was gone Shoulder blades pressed to concrete As the falling ash shelters my new form and dissolves in the bloody footprint you left me with Eyes that never close Stare at the sun, I am ashamed to see what I have become The darkness is warm and familiar Barely aware and in position to receive my champion I shatter under foggy breath My dust on the breeze, living in my death
24th June 2008
I have a secret It may not mean much to you, but it could crumble a mountain It may not leave you breathless, but it could shake the very foundations of earth It may not stop you in your tracks, but it could bewitch you It may not cause you grief, but it could strike you like lightning It may not leave you feeling hurt, but it will burn you with a furious flame I have a secret I have THE secret which gives me power Surrender to me and give up your power But, you can take back your power AND steal mine A secret is not a secret if nobody wants to know I had a secret But it's a secret no more
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10th Jan 2011
It's taken me a while to set pen to paper. Just seeing the ink make contact with the page, and writing words that popped into my head used to feel so therapeutic. My brain has slowed - maybe that's the weariness of the day. Or the weight of my thoughts. For although my thoughts might not be cohesive at the current time, I suppose they are rather weighty. Even though the sword I'm wielding seems to slide most gracefully through the page...I am very well aware that my intended subject hasn't even begun to draw blood. So maybe I need fencing lessons to sharpen my wordplay. My firm grasp on the handle of English Language has always been my weapon of choice in the War of Life. I am sorely out of practice. Maybe with both English and Life. With English practice makes perfect. With Life you don't really get to begin the exam again, you only get to answer the next question. But more than anything I Want To Live.
6th Dec 2010
I was nervous before I met you Kept checking my face in the mirror I know you have a woman You don't waste energy with useless movements You're efficient, but not too fast I didn't know where you were But I didn't look for you You waited on the other side of the room I couldn't stop myself from smiling You wanted to touch me You made sure you said ‘Goodbye' You wanted to see me again You asked me about my life I told you about my life You tried to make me laugh I laughed. And smiled. And opened my eyes I kept my distance from you You wanted to help me I wondered if you were wondering about me We mirrored each other We were silent We touched I stumbled on my vocabulary I missed you when you left I hope you meant what you had said
You know them times when people try to make shit all about them? I hate those times. But sure enough this was one of them. I was already mad because of the was I was prematurely shut down beforehand, but this takes the biscuit. And crumbles it inside my poor unsuspecting shoe - so I can really leave a breadcrumb trail. It's unfathomable that she can react so hypocritically to a situation. I should know because I took the other response when on the other side of the equation. I remained placid, practical and nonchalant. I tried my best to make the minimal amount of ripples in order to keep the peace - so next time, when the situation is reversed, I will do my best to make the biggest splash- a cannon ball! An Avalanche, A Tornado, A Tsunami, An Earthquake. Because she just dropped the bomb on me. And if she can't remain cool, calm and collected, then why should I have the good grace to either? I simply can't fathom how she can have such a lack of common curtesy - someone who grades themselves so highly in etiquette and manners. To be so downright rude. I can, however, understand that the situation IS a battle which I could avoid. But this is my fight, my war, not hers, she only has to watch. But I choose it. I choose to be here!
6th Dec 2010
Rucksack Boy held me from behind, He was quite tall, And I think you'll find it felt good for a man to rest his chin on my shoulder And taste his breath on my lips if I turn to look over to see his broad frame tower, While I'm holding up my world With his hands on my hips, Fingers splayed and adding pressure to his girl He stares into the distance whilst absentmindedly pulling me on to him And my curves slide perfectly into position, The place naturally carved for them I feel his heartbeat tingle my spine, As it slows in time, In sync with mine His body heat searches my melting muscles to find and burn through my already clouded mind Caught up on the strength and power of his size, I drop my eyes, And try not to fantasise or let my body betray me, As he starts his hand slowly down my sides, Towards my thighs, With an escaping sigh Got to keep my mind focussed on my sensibilities, But he knows exactly how to focus on my sensitivity My interest is piqued, We know he's teasing me, He's testing the levels of my energy, And decency He knows me So while I'm still thinking clearly Make a point, That later, Privately, He'll pay for this dearly
6th Dec 2010 A+Me
Your crooked smile makes me want to stop talking You make me feel old and immature We can't keep eye contact forever But who breaks first? Your lipstick is swallowed by the cracks of your skin But I don't have the heart to tell you Sometimes I think I want to be like you I think we are the same I think, you think we are the same We have an understanding I think you don't think I'm the same I'm not the same as I was I don't think you believe in me anymore You want to give me time You're still young. I'm still young. You're too stressed. I'm too stressed. You're two different people I'm two different people We are me and you and us and they There are too many of us And not enough of me or you We shouldn't stay here But neither of us will leave We have a duty to uphold And as women of a certain sting That's just what we'll do
10th Sep 2009
I thought I'd be more upset about this. I thought this page would be overflowing with quick quips and witty metaphors aptly summing up my devastation and despondency. I'm running out of things to write - or maybe I'm just really out of practice. I feel like my mind is finding it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. The act of upset/sadness. The most important thing to me right now is the chicken I'm defrosting for tomorrows dinner. What I'd really like to know is if you're upset. Not in some perverted, voyeuristic, 'I'm-just-doing-it-to-get-a-reaction' way. I'm just interested in whether or not you REALLY care. Like you claimed to. More for confirmation purposes (in a strictly non-religious context). I feel like I need to hurt or punish myself in order to feel some kind of emotion. But all the dangerous stuff is kept in the kitchen and I can't be bothered to get up. The only thing I can think of is the fork from my dinner plate: I could get a few good prods and pokes with that. But I forgot - I had pizza - no fork. If all else fails...(let me rephrase that) Seeing as all else has failed, I'm preparing to go to sleep with my phones under my pillow. Two phones should provide a hefty dose of radiation, which is likely to have serious long-term effects. I can wait.