Take me with you
This exhaustion is unbearable
Take me with you
I'm yearning for a taste of relief
Take me with you
I'm intoxicated by the sight of red
Take me with you
I no longer wish to be in this body
Take me with you
Make me into something different
Take over my body and send me sky high
I'm begging for it please
Take
Me
With
You
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
Is it wrong that I want him to myself? That I want to lock him in a caged like a rare bird that can fly as high as he wants to? I want him to only be mine. If it was up to me he would never leave my side because I love him. I won't let anyone touch him but me. He will never see the outside world unless I want him to. Hes so kind and warm hearted, lovable, friendly. As soon as I found him I knew what I was in for. I want him to see only me. I don't want anyone's paws to touch this delicate creature...
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
A new year
A new day
What do you expect me to say
I have hope for the new year?
I'm overflowing with cheer?
Neither are true
I'm feeling just as blue
Nothing is different
Nothing has changed
Why do I buy into this hype
Of great things to come
Of a sweet stary night
Just another day
Not going my way
I'll have to wait till 3003
I'll be dead, I'll be free
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
Are you my birth mother?
Are birth mothers suppose to be jealous of the life they created?
Are they suppose to put down the very being that they she carried in her womb?
Are you my birth mother?
Are you the woman who gave me life?
When in reality you seem to just want to steal it away like a reaper of death.
When in the big picture you tear me down every chance you get
"You don't love me! I don't love you either! Go be with your father! I don't care!
Are birth mothers suppose to not care?
Are they suppose to put you so low, your demons arise and take you on a journey through hell?
Are they suppose to make you crave the very pain that they are suppose to protect you from?
You say that you want to be in my life when you never call
Never show your face
But I am suppose to do all the work.
Aren't you suppose to be an adult, a role model of what a woman who gives life should be.
Why am I your ugly step child when I am suppose to be the one who you "carried for nine months".
Are you my birth mother?
Can you hate something that you are suppose to have unconditional love for because I came out of you?
I don't think you're my birth mother
Because I unconditionally cannot stand your very existence.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
dear media;
my body is art.
**** your opinion and your ideals on what I should be
because I am living, breathing art.
my face shows young beauty,
inspiration and awe found in my eyes
and just beneath the pupil, a shimmer of excitement.
my lips have said so much, they seem to be so ripe with the words they speak,
they send daggers
yet stay plump and baby pink.
and what about my arms? they have endured so much,
every cut, bruise, and punch for a lonely night or the feeling of not being good enough.
they allow me to write my words;
hold those up plagued with the feeling of being alone
my arms, they are strong.
my stomach is like a mountain and
next time I'm in bed the man I'm with will understand as he
runs his fingers between every space of each rib and kisses my stomach,
down to my inner thighs and back up again.
and my thighs, still fresh and wild
dangle and jump at the mere sight of adventure
wrap around a mans waist to make him feel better and
kiss him on the cheek with the lips I spoke of before.
my brain will hold and absorb galaxies,
an endless universe unfolding before me and
i will take in each bit and dream of it at night because;
i am ambitious, diligent, strong and talented,
and yet I can still be
soft and caressed and fragile but,
media, society, never mistake my kindness for weakness because
i will take the food you feed me and spit it right out because
my body and mind is worth much more.
dear media;
my body is art,
and you will not be the artist.
conceptcollection
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
They surround me. They play with my emotions like I'm a puppet. But I go back to them when I can't take the pain from reality. I bow down and beg for them to take it away. They tell me that they will. But they need my heart and soul. I say "If that makes this pain go away." Turns out it didnt help. And now I am forced to go back to them.. I am forced to go back to that place. The place.. The place we call our thoughts.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
I run and I run
For the next big rush
I need the excitement
To keep my mind from turning to mush
Running in circles
Getting nowhere
What am I doing?
I have no idea
Nothing is good enough
The thrill doesn't last
Just puts me in debt
I can't even laugh
There's nothing funny about my life
Why can't I be happy with being alive
I need the next vacation
The next shiny thing
It's all external
I spend like a king
Deeper and deeper I go
I want to stop but just don't know
How to fill this hole in me
I'm looking for something that I can't see...*
Love
*
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC
The sensation of your hands sends chills down my bones
with every caress emerges another moan.
My body in need of your embrace aches when you're around
wanting this to be a new addiction I've found.
Your lips so delicate as you kiss me gently
only wishing this was were you wanted to be.
Knowing this one time, one moment was just for your ****** desire
but to me it's setting my emotions on fire!
Wanting to give up anything to be your one and only
and for you to give your heart to me.
But love is a figment of the creation of a fairytale
And Cinderella isn't the name my mother gave me…
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
Yell at me
Make me want to cry
cuss at me
Make me want to say good-bye
I'm addicted to the pain
Just because I love you so
I really love our little game
So keep the pain coming
Go until I can't take no more
My adrenaline is running
I want some more
Go until I go insane
I'm so infatuated with this pain
The color of RED clouds my mind
Reality is slowly fading
Help and tears you start to find
A numb feeling is producing
The blackness is closing in
I start to let go
Our love is deeper than skin
So it can never be low.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
As she laid in her bed with pen and paper, she closed her weary eyes. Writer's block, the worse enemy to even the worse of writers, was slowly creeping up on her. Trying to avoid her foe, she crawled deep into her creative soul. Butterflies and sunshine oozed out of her. She dug deeper than that. She stopped in this valley full of flowers and trees and saw her lover. Tall and with his deep brown eyes, he stared intimately at her. His eyes telling stories of pain, but having so much more to give. He reached out is strong hand and took her small fragile hand and pulled her close. He wrapped his big muscular arms around her. Showing her it was safe. She set her diamond studded ear on his left breast. His heart beat played the same melody as hers. He whispered the three big words. Having heard them before, but from him it was like a new song sung from another world. "I love you". He placed is juicy lips on her soft lips and they shared a kiss full of passion, love, and truth.
She opened her eyes. She grabbed her pen and paper, went to her desk, sat down, and began to pour her heart out. Her inspiration? The guy who told her she could do anything. The guy who told her he would never leave. The guy laying in her bed sleep peacefully. Dreaming sweet, romantic dreams. At least she hoped...
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC