monique-saunders
Australian
volatile / adj. / 1. Chemistry. / a.Evaporating readily at normal temperatures and pressures. / b.That can be readily vaporised. / 2. / a.Tending to vary often or widely, as in price: the ups and downs of volatile stocks. / b.Inconstant; fickle: a flirt's volatile affections. / c.Lighthearted; flighty: in a volatile mood. / d.Ephemeral; fleeting. / 3. Tending to violence; explosive: a volatile situation with troops and rioters eager for a confrontation. / 4. Flying or capable of flying; volant.
Watching the world be
Destroyed, I am still my own
Biggest disaster.
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 2:31 AM UTC
With your slight of airs and graces,
You have betrayed my untidy heart,
Twisted out a retching sob,
And left a metallic taste in my mouth.
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 4:02 AM UTC
I don't mar my flesh as a cry for help,
I'm really quite strong enough on my own.
I don't pick at scabs for attention,
Sometimes, I just want to see if I can reach bone.
This hasn't been written to make you worry;
I really don't want to die.
I just want to help you understand,
and tell you my reasons why.
I'm not trying to make you upset,
And I don't exactly say this with pride.
What I find is I need to express
The ugliness I have inside.
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 3:59 AM UTC
yell at me baby
scream and shout obscenities
yell at me baby
i want you to have an affect
yell at me baby
let me know i'm real
yell at me baby
i don't need your respect
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 3:58 AM UTC
You.
You.
You.
(What don't you ******* understand?)
It's all about you.
It's ******* always about you.
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 3:58 AM UTC
I scratched your name into my desk;
A crude effigy to my love,
And adoration of your entire being.
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 3:56 AM UTC
I will carve into my flesh,
Whittle it away down to bone.
It's not about beauty,
Or wanting it to be gone.
I just want to control
The only thing that is, truly,
My own.
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 3:54 AM UTC
Hurt me, baby;
Cut me with your words;
Neglect me with your smile.
Beat me, baby;
Bruise me with your care;
Ignore me with your eyes.
Oh, pain me, baby;
**** me with your touch;
Farewell me with your kiss.
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 3:53 AM UTC
A dusk of fading light.
A flutter and flurry of wings.
A chorus of crows calling.
A hundred black shiny things.
Arranged in a circle.
Arranged in a ring.
Arranged around a solitary crow.
Arranged to hear him sing.
A dusk of fading light.
A flutter and flurry of wings.
A chorus of crows calling.
A hundred black shiny things.
No longer in a circle.
No longer in a ring.
No longer around a solitary crow.
No longer will he sing.
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 3:53 AM UTC
The words we swap;
Small whispers.
The images we collect;
Blissful memories.
The scenarios we create;
Long embraces.
Are all so beautiful;
The sight of your face.
Are all so amazing;
The smell of your hair.
Are all so magical;
Your hand on my thigh.
They leave me wanting;
Just a teensy bit.
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 3:51 AM UTC