I **** at everything I have ever tried to do. I have no hobby other than sitting in the woods having solemn conversations with myself every day of the ******* week, aloud to the trees, talking about **** I would never actually say to people. Hypothetical discussions that I know I would never even have the chance to have with people because no one gives a **** to converse with me. Soft soliloquy's have overflowed the forest I spend my lonely time in. I have come to a realization that there is not a single person who has any interest in understanding the depths of my mind. I have friends and I know they care about me, but I am truly a lonely person who longs for both amatory and genuine love. I carry out empty and meaningless conversations with basically everyone who takes the time to approach me, but maybe it's because the one's I lust after never take a god ****** moment to look back at me. I have wished and attempted to rid the lamenting life in which I sustain. I admire nature's natural hue that vibrates within my soul. I wish I had someone to appreciate my immense thoughts. No one gives a **** about who I am beyond the words I utter to the crowd. I just ******* **** dude. I don't have close relationships with people because I am the only one who cares about what is caressing someone's inner-self. I cant help but whisper to death and desperately request my end. Then I realize what a dumb little girl I am. I covet **** that will never be more than a mere want. My life has succumbed to pure melancholy and lewd lust.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
Oh Alice, wont you come back
Or have I gone?
Gone mad
Alice have I left
To another realm?
My brain
Alice
What have you done?
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
Lewd whisperings
Spoken upon
My warm body
He caresses my
Inner thigh with
Deaths punisher
Amatory
Thoughts flow through and
Out his sly mouth
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
I saw society today
twas not all of them
but enough to
turn my lost soul
away.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
Vast landscape
in your eyes
Like the infinite
Tunnel of
Nothingness
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
Inconspicuous suicide
of all incompetent men-
The void of fallen consciousness;
Maleficent darkness
of what was
Now is.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
inside is a fire;
never will it go out
my scars are the
only reminder
of all that was dire.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
You are created
You are ended
Death is inevitable
Living a sweet life is not
Make your concious life
Worth it.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
What you call
insane
Is the good
side
Of an ******
dreamer.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC