investigate your drunken experiment?
Suffer fiery, wild pain,
an exquisite agony.
You're much too young to understand
what you observe
the swirling water,
washing away all that is pure and clean from your soul.
Home: Wishing I was in, Unique New York, United States
About Me: I'm a theatre major working towards Broadway. My goal is to be stage managing there by the time I'm thirty. I write when the urge strikes, which is becoming increasingly rare.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Why approach your empty passion,
posted by Jill at 3:40 AM
The surreal silhouette suffers vividly
The silent screams shimmering in the night.
She performs with psychedelic agony.
An abstract monument chiseled from agony,
capturing original sin.
Yesterday's secret desire
pools like worry
creeping feline-like into your mind
when you least expect
it
Friday, October 16, 2009
The wild woman whispers warmly as the sun.
Her perfume a song of promise, of pleasure
Sacred skin pressed together
Her wanting voice like the wind.
Finding each tiny touch speaks of love
Saturday, October 10, 2009
1. Sweet dreams aren't available to me. I'm haunted, visited by your memory. You flit around the periphery, fading before my eyes. Baby, you're cold... and scaring me.
2. I feel as though you were made, created especially for me.
3. Silliness is a sign of trust. I can only be myself around you.
4. I am going to be a belly dancer this Halloween.
5. Outstanding or not, your problems matter. I will always answer the phone. Just call.
6. You better is what I want right now!
1. I have a history of hurting myself. Isolating in an attempt at protection. Creating a history of hurting you.
2. How to help you is something I wish I knew.
3. I'm eating (or recently ate) Chicken tenders.
4. We should take off, leave this place. We'll escape together. Listening only to our incessant babble and the sound of the tires spinning on the road.
5. So that's it, that's all you can say. You tear me down, destroy me and you're looking at me, mouth working. A fish out of water. Makes sense. For once, you're having to tell the truth, confess... after drowning me in your lies.
6. Being alone is better than nothing!
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to The show, tomorrow my plans include The Show and Sunday, I want to Sleep!
2. How to help you is something I wish I knew.
3. I'm eating (or recently ate) Chicken tenders.
4. We should take off, leave this place. We'll escape together. Listening only to our incessant babble and the sound of the tires spinning on the road.
5. So that's it, that's all you can say. You tear me down, destroy me and you're looking at me, mouth working. A fish out of water. Makes sense. For once, you're having to tell the truth, confess... after drowning me in your lies.
6. Being alone is better than nothing!
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to The show, tomorrow my plans include The Show and Sunday, I want to Sleep!
Labels: friends, Lend Me A Tenor, lies, love