You First caught my Attention,by proving you had every intention on infinitely holding it.
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You First caught my Attention,by proving you had every intention on infinitely holding it.
I'll call him Jake
The cutest boy I ever TOUCHED.was sitting on the grass inhaling a Phillies BLUNT. He was so cool .that boy was so DOPE. Watching his movements,I just couldn't COPE. The sun shone down as I blink my EYES. Will do anything to prove my player status existence.Throw down all TIES. Simultaneously he began acoustically strumming ' Lucy In The SKY.. With Diamonds.. being labeled a girl's best FRIEND..The boy proved that theory wrong when He promised me I would forever be his all. Till the END
I love so much more than I'll ever EVER get back. My heart is set on default as it beats for the beautiful eyes looking back at me. Beautiful but complicated and glosses over because behind them are visions and a future without me in it. A visual scenario plays out behind those eyes...as I am pleading for reciprocated love. A scenic view where the grass is so much greener than the weed drenched thirsty lawn I currently strive to call our home.
Sara Lucas. @innerpeacestartnow143 @lsara60456
At this point. I am no longer afraid of the hypothetical gun your pointing at my head. But the Self Respect i will without a doubt lose.. from being shot from the back
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Sara e. Lucas (Queen bee) Shared privately Feb 23, 2017 I wear my heart on my sleeve. The ignorant one’s write me off as gullible or dare I say weak. I’m just a dreamer who would rather observe than speak a bit idealistic and impractical; passion and intuition is my idea of magical. spiritual mentality has become my emotional vitality. I refuse to conform to the masses of casualties. I’ll sit back and let billboards and labels control you’re rationality.
to be continued..
---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: "EL" <[email protected]> Date: Dec 30, 2011 23:10 Subject: Poetic Mess To: "Neal Radder Jr." <[email protected]> Cc: Poetic Meth My mind definitely takes responsibility. My act is a symbol of the integrity of defiance. Making every wrong turn and poor choice, I am still managing to feel good about myself. This is a time of desperate depravity. My sentiment involving these illicit and damaging blows being evoked by mischievous intent. I’m relieved and calm. Then I feel the apprehension that accompanies compulsory use. I don’t want it to stop. Keeping my impulses on full throttle, where I know making it banal, shortens my span. I am convinced this is a substitute for release. I also know it is an illusion catapulting delusions of maintaining my hold with precision, prominence and pulchritude. It’s zenith has been reached. Now, the gentle glide down. Sobriety’s talons begin shearing through the façade, to expose rotting hope. Scratch that. Fuck that. Light that. My soul, slowly, shriveling with each inhale. My corpse commiserating with rejuvenation, while poisoning the bloom. Destiny foretold death seizing a greater piece, admonitions remained unheeded. It is alleviating parts of the journey for me. I, conveniently, neglect the imbalance produced by each endeavor. I am willing to pay later for what should’ve been . Who am I kidding, I am paying now. Although I’m exhausted, I am still obsessing over emotional release through vicarious encounters. Eventually its catching me, trapping me, twisting me, spun. Spider My face is burning. It feels swollen. I want to go wash my face. I turn on the water and realize I have to urinate. I’ll leave the water running. I turn towards the toilet, remove it and start pissing. I look down cause I keep seeing a light blur crossing my vision. It’s moving back and forth, barely noticeable. I’m trying to figure out what it is. I can’t quite make the shape. It doesn’t completely block anything behind, but skews and blurs a vertical area up and down just slightly. I finally realize it’s closer, a lot closer to my head, it’s tickling my nose. It must be a strand of hair that fell on the tip. Let me focus on it, but hey it’s longer and it’s hanging from my nose. At the end of the strand about 5 inches below my nose, there it is, the tiniest little spider. I have my dick in my hands and I know if I have to let go of it I will end pissing all over the back of the toilet and the freaking wall. EEEwww , no way am I going to clean that up. So I’m just going to sit here and watch the sucker until I finish. But, hey, I am definitely going to try and finish this up. Now the spider is starting to get bigger and bigger. It’s crawling up. Straight towards the tip. Man I’m so glad I just took a couple swats. I need to stay calm while I got the hose on. . Done, I take my hands and clap the nuisance, daring to do acrobatics off my proboscis during urination. Whew. I’m so grateful for life. Who else has ever heard of that occurring. I’ve had guys leering while I piss and the spider has how many eyes….
Words they have spit like poison..and to this day I am continually searching..for the verbal antidote to fight the hurt instilled in my veins.
Sara Lucas. @lsara60456 or @innerpeacestartnow143 on Tumblr
"You Became That Person I'd Feared."