His touch was soft
His voice was confident
His will was strong
As was his body
He was an Alpha
...and I beckoned to that call.
A lifeless little bird.
Baby chirps of frail bones
And injured wings
He was galliant
At the time,
As the time permitted.
And that clock combusted
Into our faces
We may have laughed
We may have cried
We may have shards
That merit an itch
...but what does that mean.
Who is he really
Who am I?
Are we truly in love
Or in love with a thought
Riddle me that.
I love you.
..it is not enough you see.
Every day of all day long I think of you
...and the nights are the worst
It's not enough you see.
Our love.
Our folly.
My fickle.
Your persistence.
It.
Is
Not enough.
I love you.
We are not enough
I crawl to the bathroom
To throw up
Everything about
You
I hold inside.
Until the day that I die.
So baby this is the hush and tell
A bottled up version of all of our sorrow
To flush down into the toilet
Except the bile never came...
...it was just clever positioning
Of the way a little girl felt about her whore.
The man of a likeness that struck her stripped and barren.
Lost in a folly and a falsehood.
Crying over a toilet with lost songs.
Your scent
..an incessance
Your teeth a burning
Our laughs
A fading memory
And your love
A lasting bruise.
Such a lashing.
And I was your masochist.
Bracing each and every strategy
Fill me up baby
I wave my red flag
His blue eyes shone unto me
And I was a moth to that flame.
His teeth they bite into me
And I was his prey all the same
I lay here. Night upon night.
Thinking of that man.
..and all his good riddance.
...and shame.
Ever since I found out you still cared
I drink it all away
And now I hover over a toilet bowl
...trying to forget your love
Or the way you tatse
And the way your teeth are so perfect
To see you
To feel you
To laugh,
..just once more
Will I reach out and pry
Bare the name of a whore
I miss you
Day in,
Day out
The sins we did muster
Still merit a shout.
But mister.
Please.
Hear me now.
Feel my heart.
God.
Hear my howl.
Can you hear me,
Sweet fix..
Can you feel me now...
I liken you a pig.
And liken me your sow.
To long for you
To feel you near
..to scratch at one's neck
..to be one's drug,
...my dear.
His touch was soft
His voice was confident
His will was strong
As was his body
He was an Alpha
...and I beckoned to that call.
A lifeless little bird.
Baby chirps of frail bones
And injured wings
He was galliant
At the time,
As the time permitted.
And that clock combusted
Into our faces
We may have laughed
We may have cried
We may have shards
That merit an itch
...but what does that mean.
Who is he really
Who am I?
Are we truly in love
Or in love with a thought
Riddle me that.
I love you.
..it is not enough you see.
Every day of all day long I think of you
...and the nights are the worst
It's not enough you see.
Our love.
Our folly.
My fickle.
Your persistence.
It.
Is
Not enough.
I love you.
We are not enough
I crawl to the bathroom
To throw up
Everything about
You
I hold inside.
Until the day that I die.
So baby this is the hush and tell
A bottled up version of all of our sorrow
To flush down into the toilet
Except the bile never came...
...it was just clever positioning
Of the way a little girl felt about her whore.
The man of a likeness that struck her stripped and barren.
Lost in a folly and a falsehood.
Crying over a toilet with lost songs.
Your scent
..an incessance
Your teeth a burning
Our laughs
A fading memory
And your love
A lasting bruise.
Such a lashing.
And I was your masochist.
Bracing each and every strategy
Fill me up baby
I wave my red flag
His blue eyes shone unto me
And I was a moth to that flame.
His teeth they bite into me
And I was his prey all the same
I lay here. Night upon night.
Thinking of that man.
..and all his good riddance.
...and shame.
Ever since I found out you still cared
I drink it all away
And now I hover over a toilet bowl
...trying to forget your love
Or the way you tatse
And the way your teeth are so perfect
To see you
To feel you
To laugh,
..just once more
Will I reach out and pry
Bare the name of a whore
I miss you
Day in,
Day out
The sins we did muster
Still merit a shout.
But mister.
Please.
Hear me now.
Feel my heart.
God.
Hear my howl.
Can you hear me,
Sweet fix..
Can you feel me now...
I liken you a pig.
And liken me your sow.
To long for you
To feel you near
..to scratch at one's neck
..to be one's drug,
...my dear.
The morning is a tapestry...
tripping over last night's grace,
I watch you weave your skin
and shake out your hair -
soft teal and jonquil
shadowing your cheek
as the curtains part between your hands.
Threads tangle as you turn,
telling me
dawn is a gentle lover,
and the tumble of birds
plaiting their soft notes
lingers on the pillows
where your smile is my undoing.
I am the saint
You are the sinner
I am the loser
You are the winner
I am the storm
You are the calm
I am the chafe
You are the balm
I wear your thoughts
You eat my soul
I'm all in pieces
You are my whole
I long for peace
You adore war
I am your virgin
You are my whore
I steal emotion
You live for reason
I am too loyal
You thrive on treason
I break your heart
You bleed my mind
You say I'm gentle
You're cruel to be kind
After the thrill of the hunt
you are still here -
churning me up inside,
making me into something
like a river
or a catastrophe.
I can almost see you
standing there on the porch
in the half-light
of naked wood and nails,
smoking your cigarette -
dressed up like a riddle.
What did you call me again?
Something that rhymed
with Brian or David
that you could only pronounce
with your mouth full.
I let you wear your boots
to bed.
I let you lie
about your age
and your husband,
and the fact that the library
wanted you for murder.
But you just moved
through my room
wearing my shirt and sweater
like you knew
someone was missing -
like the socks and s
I remember the colors
you made
that night on the porch
when the fireflies claimed
the air around us -
the bright blue
blazing between your fingers
as you said
breathing was a trick
of the night.
I raised your hand
to touch my face,
feeling the pink trail
of the morning
yet to come
humming on your palm
and the deep pulse
of orchid staining my mouth
in soft surrender.
Midnight's tawdry pulse
is feeble under my fingertips,
and her long black dress
feels like August
slipping through my fingers.
I like how her bones complain
that I misuse them,
tender to my touch,
and how her jaw arches back
and the moon arcs like a razor
across the room.
We flaunt the stars,
the stones under our skin
stretching the bed frame
till we crack.
And I fill you up,
your arms a battle
raging in the waning lies
of morning.
I'm bleeding...
Dying...
While you laugh...
With a bloody stench...
Right on your breath...
Well Frisk...
You win...
You got me pinned...
And now I am dead...
.......
Well...
I'm off to Grillby's...
To buy a drink...
For the last time...
Before I-...
....
Papyrus...
Do you...
Want anything?
This used to be a blank page
Of boundless invention
Or of a thoughtful question:
Was this tree once called Sage?
With wisdom ringing around its head,
At peace with its blank expression,
It then darkened in its complexion
From the gesture of one well-read.
This new character, so prone to wrinkling,
So prone to crumpling in his pensive mood,
Admits his longing for an interlude…
Where he will not give away an inkling
He used to be a blank page
That well-read man of mine
Unimpressed by Columbine
Until he read this page
He wanted to grow for me
A much darker Nightshade
Of a color not manmade
Or known to history
When I was
"I'm not a concept. Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours." - best quote ever from eternal sunshine of the spotless mind My life is a collection of awkwardness and fickle happenings. day by day, My open eyes covet new beginnings and coincidental mishaps
Favourite Movies
Pointbreak, Grease, Requiem For a Dream
Favourite TV Shows
Rob and Big, Adventure Time, 70's Show
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Radiohead, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Jimi Hendrix, The Doors, Yes, System Of A Down, Sublime, Violent Femmes, Adele, Pink Floyd, Led Zepplin, Pantera, Megadeath, Cypress Hill, Alice In Chains
Favourite Books
Fallen, Scar Tissue
Favourite Writers
Jimi Hendrix. Adele. Shaun Morgan, Layne Staley, Anthony Kiedis
I howled the cry
....you didn't come to my call
Have you forgotten me?
...do you miss me at all....
I think of you
The days
How they drag
The sweet riddance of you
..but how do they lag
I look for you
You never do come
No matter my dear
Every song do I hum
To summon you here
..to feel you near
Some dreams I awaken
...I envision you here.
I miss you.
....
I miss you.
Deeply.
I hope you are well.
You might be right about the light in my eyes
to dream of You
Is the kindling,
Of my demise.
Do I love you
Or am I throwing pennies into your well.
This is the game
You cast a hook
A pause
But yet I fell.
I miss your eyes
I crave your smell
Time stands still
But god,
I hope you're well.
Those blue eyes.
They strike me barren.
Each thought of you,
Your sweet nicoteined fingers
Keep tearing.
All of me..
Craving all of you.
It's pathetic.
....what can I do.
Sweet words.
Sweet rhyme.
No rhythm.
Excess time.
If I don't see you
Abscess
.... Now I'm Blind.
To miss your kiss.
To miss your smell.
Your laugh