I don't look people in the eyes anymore.
I don't want them to think they know me.


ConventionShe pulls the razor over her skin. She sobs against the cold tile. She has become the whore.Convention
She walked in wanting sex. He obliged her every whim. Self mutilation is the only answer.
The blood flows down her arm. Her fingers claw into the wall. She is no longer pure.
She knew how to be a woman. He touched her soul with his sex. Filling the hole between her legs failed.
The blood flows down her thighs. Her mind reels in the horror. She has become his plaything.
She craved the physical attention. He let her be the r


The RendingYour love is a precious lie. Your moans are my desires. My fingers wrap themselves in your hair.The Rending
Your touch is a gentle toxin. My eyes consume your lips Your cries are my breathe.
Your sex is a tender death. My body invades your thighs. Your longing takes me in.


CanvasWhite sheets contrast our beautiful colors. Empty light spills into the room. I have no need for momentos.Canvas
White metal creases my skin. The sun ducks behind red curtains. I fade into sleep.


Revelations: Hand of GodThe burden was too heavy. My soul groaned under the pressure. Thoughts of suicide raced through my head. I wanted the pain to stop.Revelations: Hand of God
I wanted everyone’s pain to cease. I sought out a way to wrap everyone in my arms. I begged to have my life taken. I bartered an exchange for every soul.
If I could only let the bullet end our struggle.
If I could only let my blood ease our suffering. If I could only bring peace through my own sacrifice. If I could only be Christ.
I heard the voice in the back of my head. It started as a whisper. It grew loud


Lord, Can You Help Me?Lord, I know I don’t summon you into my life much anymore, But too much time and lack of understanding has come. If any of my words seem a little too aggressive; I truly am sorry, you know I don’t mean it that way. I just have a few questions to ask now I’m becoming obsessive. Please just do me the honour of hearing what I have to say!Lord, Can You Help Me?
Why do you make things that little bit worse when things are bad enough? Why is it that I constantly suffer from this state of confusion? I know that others have it worse, but… Why has this all become a part of our hard solution? How can you exp
So whats the latest evil scheme?
--
Same Shit Different Day.
General Admin of *Critique-It Member of #GimmeFeedback & *Photo--Assignment
Official Participant of NaNoWriMo
--
Same Shit Different Day.
General Admin of *Critique-It Member of #GimmeFeedback & *Photo--Assignment
Official Participant of NaNoWriMo
--
++++++
There's freedom in the knowledge that you have taken everything.
--
Same Shit Different Day.
General Admin of *Critique-It Member of #GimmeFeedback & *Photo--Assignment
Official Participant of NaNoWriMo
--
Twitter // My blog // Facebook
Comment to comment, not to get them back
Send This To All Your Friends, And Me If I Am 1.
If You Get 7 Back You Are Loved!
1-3 you're a bad friend
4-6 you're an ok friend
7-9 you're a good friend
10-& Up you're a great friend
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .*
. . . . . . . . . . .*. . . . . . . ** *
. . . . .. . . . . .*** . . * . . *****
. . . . . . . . . . .** . . **. . . . .*
. . . . . . . . . . ***.*. . *. . . . .*
. . . . . . . . . .****. . . .** . . . ******
. . . . . . . . . ***** . . . .**.*. . . . . **
. . . . . . . . .*****. . . . . **. . . . . . *.**
. . . . . . . .*****. . . . . .*. . . . . . *
. . . . . . . .******. . . . .*. . . . . *
. . . . . . . .******* . . .*. . . . .*
. . . . . . . . .*********. . . . . *
. . . . . . . . . .******* . ***
*******. . . . . . . . .**
.*******. . . . . . . . *
. ******. . . . . . . . * *
. .***. . *. . . . . . .**
. . . . . . .*. . . . . *
. . . . .****.*. . . .*
. . . *******. .*. .*
. . .*******. . . *.
. . .*****. . . . *
. . .**. . . . . .*
. . .*. . . . . . **.*
. . . . . . . . . **
. . . . . . . . .*
. . . . . . . . .*
. . . . . . . . .*
. . . . . . . . *
. . . . . . . . *
. . . . . . . . *
. . . . . . . . *
. . . . . . . . *
Send this rose to everyone you care about!!
--
"Here's to our wives and girlfriends...may they never meet!"~Groucho Marx
Today is Bestfriend Day. Send this to all of your friends, and me if I am one. If you get 7 back you are LOVED!!! Here are the numbers of what kind of friend you are based on how many you get back..
1-3 ~ you're a bad friend
4-6 ~ you're an okay friend
7-9 ~ you're a good friend
10+ ~ you're great friend
--
...and the geeks shall inherit the Earth!
That's MS. STALKER to you pal!
--
Freak- Someone who reminds you of how ordinary you are.
That's MS. STALKER to you pal!
You're it ^^
Previous Page12345...Next Page