Heretheirony
"I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels but for the way the sound of her name silenced my demons . " / / _________________|||_________________ / / / I'm the type of girl who will stay in her house all day listening to music writing and reading. I'm the type who is scared of getting hurt so she smiles and pretends to be strong. I'm the type to run after her dreams with full force nothing and no one to hold me back . I am weak because I find the weak strong . I am strong because I know the weak are the most lethal when it comes to saving their own asses.
Yes, sir, I want you to spank me
With that hand I know so well
It is more than just five fingers
It’s the reason I rebel
Yes, sir, I want you to clank me
In bonds of silver and gold
Chained, I’m a precious gift to you
Unwrapping me never gets old
Yes, sir, I want you to yank me
Down on the floor to my knees
My gaze lowers at your command
I’m eager to do as you please
Yes, sir, I want you to flank me
Punish me from every side
I know I’ve been a naughty girl
Needing discipline you’ll provide
Yes, sir, I want you to crank me
Up to writhing ecstasy
Don’t stop ‘til I ******* beg you
Your tough love is what sets me free
Yes, sir, I want you to thank me
For being your precious pet
Even though I disobey you
It’s clear you love to see me sweat
Yes, sir, I want you to spank me
With the implement of your choice
Make it hurt to make me happy
In your dominance I rejoice
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
I do not trust trust,
no it is to good to trust.
i do not hope for hope,
it is to good to hope.
me i am cold.dark.frozen.
There is nothing left,
there was never anything in the first place.
The meaning of the words elude me.
no
i don't trust trust,
because it reminds me of me.
And me, i cant not help but love my demons,
because they are all i have left to remind me of the trust in hope i once had.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
The dreams that i hold,
yes the ones locked beep in my sole.
the ones forced to hide,
hide from the fear of discovery.
yes the dreams of, flying,
high in the night sky where stars cover the world like a blanket.
the dreams of dancing on a well light sea ,
as lights fill the sky.
the dreams of watching the world from above.
the dreams that i hold,
yes the ones locked beep,
within my soul, where my demons hide.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
You call me girl
And I call you boy.
You are you
and me, I am me.
Yet we are the same.
We are cruel,
to others, yet to ourselves.
We are bad, which is fine.
I never liked the good.
For it was boring, useless,dull.
You call me *****
I call you *****
You with your black inked skin.
devilish tattoos, and piercings.
You smile at me and I cannot help but smile back.
We are not happy, for we do not know the meaning.
But we take the little joy we get with each simple **** smoke, fight.
For that is what life is for you and me.
We have learned, that the weak are the most brave when faced,
And the strong, are the most devious.
We are the strong, for to be brave is useless.
Why be given, when it is so much more fun to take.
We were once scared of the monsters when we were children,
we once fought for the good.
But then we gave up when we saw the evil was to much
and now we smile, laugh , drink with the monsters, because,
we realized that there was no good, only the illusion of sanity.
But now we know better, for to be insane is to be sane.
We are bad.
you call me girl
I call you boy
you call me *****
I call you *****
You are wretched
and me
I am Wicked.
We are both of the evil.
We are both Insane.
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC
you cut me down like an old abandoned tree,
now i shall leave with what is left of me,
Yes
I am not the wisest
nor the faintest
but i have seen the hate and felt the love.
you are different
for you hurt me
and now you see
my heart is not easily changed.
because you cut me down
like that old abandoned tree
now is shall leave with what is left of me.
the person i used to be
yes the one who willingly handed the key
has passed and now is utterly free
when the day of love comes
with its sweet smelling sweets
and its pink cutted hearts
i will sit there
on the hill upon a stump
thinking of how you cut me down
cut me down
just like that old abandoned tree.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
Madness? he laughed
a sip of tea
madness is not a thing,
nor a he, nor a she
if i could show you would you see.
if you could just let me be.
madness? he laughed
a sip of tea
yes madness is a thing,
that me nor you can see.
it is she
it is he
it loves me
don't you see?
with all my hairs,
and all my wits
i am proun to madness
in its bitts
i take a chunk and sip the tea
yes madness is he nor she.
if i could show you would you see?
that madness is he nor she
that madness is me
in all my entirety
so you ask,
madness? he laughed.
a sip of tea
yes madness is mad
and i am half
ready and willing
to sip off the tea
if only you could see
that he is me
and me is he
you would know
you would see
that madness is key
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC