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Im craving human touch and interaction its a bad idea with no attraction but baby Im desperate and lonely and need someone to hold me and I know you share my plight so please come over tonight

#just a little diddly doo #sweaters starbucks serenity #writing #poem #poetry #lonely #crave #bad idea

My Dear Carrie

Carrie stifled a fit of giggles as she proceeded down the creaky hallway constructed with rotting floorboards and loose nails. The glimmering blade of steel ever so slowly dripped a trail of blood on the worn carpet as her pace quickened toward the end of the corridor, her curled locks of gold swayed over her shoulders. Her breathing was even, her muscles were relaxed, although her body posture posed an atmosphere of sheer anticipation, and her midnight blue eyes glimmered with glee. Stopping in mid-stride, Carrie paused and her round ears opened, listening to the raspy whispers of the broken down house. She heard an ever so soft pitter-pat of rushed footsteps just above from where she stood. A wide grin pulled at the dry lips of her face.

Exhilaration pumping through her poisoned veins, Carrie kicked down the door of the room next to her. Proceeding down another corridor she let the weight of her feet pound into the dilapidating floorboards as if an attempt to make the whole building shake. A mock scream escaped her lips as she listened to the increasing heaving gulps of air pumping into the desperate lungs of her prey.

Finally she was cornered. That young girl with those pasty lips of blinding pink and eyelashes caked with what seemed to be asphalt. Her hair reeked of chemicals. Her leather top seemed to tightly hug her chest and stomach while her pencil skirt ended halfway down her thighs. Carrie giggled with glee as she pounced and collided atop of her victim.

Sitting on the struggling thighs of the woman, Carrie sliced at the flimsy flesh at the stomach, careful not to damage any of her organs, and inhaled the odorous scent of freshly spilt blood. She cupped her tiny hands and dug them under a charcoal black lung. She squeezed. The screams of the woman resonated within the dying home. Carrie furrowed her eyebrows as she gazed at the woman's twisting face. She shook her head and sang a nursery rhyme she recently learned in school, petting her victim's head as if to soothe her. Carrie sneezed from the strong wiff of perfume, then took both hands out of the body to wipe her nose. A streak of blood dripped from her porcelain face. Her fingers flexed before plunging into the woman's body once more and yanking something loose. An ear-splitting scream soon followed right after as the young woman smacked Carrie's right cheek and spat. A frown clouded over Carrie's face as her right hand fled to her bruised cheek. Fishing her left hand out she clenched onto what was a gushing heart. Surgically, Carrie sliced a small cut into the organ and took out a note in her pocket. She folded the piece of paper into an origami heart before sliding it into the cut. Her eyes studied the bleeding heart before returning it into the torn body of the woman. Carrie glanced at the body's face and stopped at the milky veiled eyes of her victim. Getting up on her feet, Carrie threw the blade at the bloody sack of a stomach and watched it impale itself into the soft flesh.

"From Daddy," she sang as she walked down the corridor.

#cupofhotchocolate #mydearcarrie shortstory

Shattered Figuirines

Ring around the rosie.

I love you.

Broken promises strewn all over the floor.

I want you.

Pockets full of posies.

I can help you.

Piercing daggers splurge into that beating heart hanging above.

I will protect you.

Shallow whispers linger and smother the flame igniting inside.

I will change for you.

Ashes, ashes.

I can take care of you.

Breaths of terror, cries of fear and tears of manipulation.

I cannot forget you.

Organs and blood are mashed together as the living carcass is feasted upon.

I won't let go of you.

We all fall down.

#cupofhotchocolate

Demon Playground

My brain is a demon playground.

Do you hear that sound?

They ride the merry-go-round

Of terror.

They bounce on the seesaw

Of anxiety.

They oscillate on

The mood swings,

And say “whee!” as they descend

The slide of depression.

How do I expel them

From their ground of play

It’s mine I say.

But still, they stay.

I’ve always been told to

Destroy the thing that destroys you,

So I guess a bullet

To the head will do.

My head is a demon playground

And I’m not in the mood

To play

#sweaters starbucks serenity #poem #demons #depression #anxiety

Did you know

When you are looking up at the stars

You are actually looking down into an unknown abyss of galaxies

With only gravity keeping you anchored to earth

And did you know

That the same thing happens

When I look into your eyes.

My chemistry teacher showed us

That fire burns green

When mixed with boric acid and methanol

Similar to the anomaly

That is the beating of my heart

When mixed with your voice in my ear

ya know,

Crayola colors baffle me

Screamin’ green, razzle-dazzle rose, or even razzmataz

What is that and

What does it mean

what does it mean when

you hold my hand

And don’t let go

Did you know,

I love you.

#sweaters starbucks serenity #poem

Letter to My Love

Living with me won’t be easy,

Angels guide me through the day

But in the night,

The demons come out to play.

Lay your head against mine,

Soothe the demons inside.

Hold my hand, and hold it close,

For my monsters have come for me.

Kiss me and lay me down to sleep,

Protect me from the beasts

That are clawing me to pieces.

Me and the demons

It seems you cannot have one without the other.

Is it worth it my dear

To love me so that

I welcomed you into my deepest fears.

Their teeth are not as beautiful as yours dear

Their sharp and hungry jaws

Compare naught to your beautiful smile.

Their hands are nothing like yours my dear

As their jagged hands and rugged nails cut deep into my heart

Your soft, sweaty palms fit perfectly into mine.

Is it worth it my dear

To see me scared and lonely

To see me vulnerable.

Is it worth it my dear

To have me depend on your strength.

If you believe it is worth it,

Let your fears out too my dear

Our demons can play

And we’ll be safe

As long as we have each other.

#sweaters starbucks serenity #demons #poem #poetry

Mornings

Some days it’s hard to get out of bed in the morning. Weary; sleep filled eyes barely open as I go through the daily routines I don’t even have to think about anymore. Being tired, not getting enough sleep, missing my warm comfy bed, these excuses always seems to satisfy. But they barely skim the surface of how I’m really feeling. Some people can get up for the smallest things, a cup of coffee, warm on the lips, or the chipper chirp of a bird, the beautiful sing song of nature. But some of us need something bigger, a better reason. No hand to hold, no train to catch, no reason at all.

#sweaters starbucks serenity #monday morning #ew

late, late, late, for a very important date,date,date

The players are all here

the teacups are in their saucers

the rabbit is in his hole

the rose bush is standing tall

and there's a girl named Alice, to take the fall

But I will not play

Their silly little game

I will not play by

their twisted rules

I am not an Alice

to be toyed with

#sweaters starbucks serenity #poem #alice #alice in wonderland

Fault Lines

We are the fault lines

The chaos and the fractals

In this timeless reality

In this lost earth

We, with no places in the starry sky

Have no use troubling the angels

That travel the shadow distance

We are the mathematical nature of living

Just the making of monsters

Flesh and Fiend

Our impossible bind is nothing

Like Einstein and religion

We aren't the far bright stay

Nor the nightingales of Troy

And even the mountains we climb

Will disappear

Someday

#poem #poetry #writing #midnightstowaway #the midnight stowaway #ya #i found my notebook guys #wooooooooo #yay #crap writing

Re-Run

In the re-run of a night

darkness turns to light

this night is a re-run

why must it play again

but with a new "twist"

the plot is old and faded

the moral, jaded

and the character development is going no where

tonight is a re-run

and I'm not in the mood to

watch

#sweaters starbucks serenity #rerun #poem #writing #fights

Messy Love

She's in love with the world

and the chaos in it

our world lacks beauty

the roads are paved

with the blood of angry men

the buildings crumble down

and leave behind

the rubble of our sins

our world is a mess

but she loves it anyway

and that's why I love her

#sweaters starbucks serenity #dystopian cuteness

Close your eyes

There's too much time cannot erase

but if you close your eyes

doesn't it feel like nothing's changed?

are you getting by?

suppressed by all your childish fears

are you just getting by?

I know I screwed everything up

I'm the walls that kept tumbling

but you're the marchers of Jericho, making me crumble

your face haunts me

the memories won't leave me alone

But if I close my eyes

#sweaters starbucks serenity #writing #song #mash up

This place

Death visited here

this barren waste land

dusty and deserted

and Death took us

on a journey

to the stars

to an impossible land

where everything was somehow possible

novels had journals

and fountains had wishes

everything was so alive

full and whole,

well, except us

we knew it,

and Death did too

we were too empty for this place

too sad and lonely

too broken beyond repair

we didn't belong

the only place we did belong

was gone

we are the lost souls

traveling the stars

looking for a place

to call home

#sweaters starbucks serenity #home #death #writing

Maxi skirt

long sleeved shirt

"you're a prude" Said Bert

Short skirt

Tube top

"You were asking for it" said the cop

when did clothes become excuses

for crimes people commit

women were raped

while wearing corsets and petticoats

yet the just thinks a short skirt

is evidence for provoke

when did men become savages

who can't control their urges

when did they become beasts

looking for a feast?

Now I know men that would never rape, harm, or maim

but I feel I have no one else to blame

the judge, the jury, and the news reporter

all think it couldn't have been short

the skirt that is

thought most people blame the short stick

I blame the sick,

sick human being

who got away unscathed

and the society that never taught

"Don't Rape"

#sweaters starbucks serenity #rape culture #rape #clothes #excuses

It was so hot, even Chad seemed cool.

NVWP writing prompt "It was so hot"

#writing #prompt #nvwp

TOMORROW TOMORROW THE CAMP WILL COME OUT TOMORROW

Bet you haven't guessed who this is yet. It's not Claire nope. Anyway I am currently with all of you (with the possible exception of Allie, who may be late) and we are about to find out if we're in the same group or not. Fingers crossed, guys.