Well it's Friday, yay! I am feeling faarr to lazy to do anything social this weekend, but we'll see how it goes.
The person that my last journal entry was intended to touch, went totally unnoticed. He read it, but made no comment or indication that he can see the pain I am going through. I mean I wrote it to vent..but the last paragraph was directed totally towards him, and fuck.... WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?
Thanks to all of you peeps that gave encouraging comments and advice. I appreciate it greatly, but I just can't do it. I lurve this ass
too much. He is probably going to end up ripping my heart out, cutting into little pieces, stomping on it, and then chucking it back into my chest, but that's the way it is I guess. I'll risk that if I even have the smallest chance of it working out.
Would you like to read some really shitty poems I have written? I'm sure you wouldn't, but I will leave you with them anyway, so you can tell me how retarded they are
Salty tongue lapping at an open wound.
Bile squirting from blue eyes, burning.
Flowers picked for trivial plucking.
"He loves me, He loves me not"
In, Out, In, Out
It's all the same.
Petals falling at feet
Toes digging into sweet scent
Walking away, petals crushed
Fragrence wasted
lingering
****
What is death?
The expiration of the Body,
the end of the Soul,
the cease of the Pumping Heart.
I am dead.
Slashed to bits.
Cubes of steak floating in brown goo.
Eat me and then shit me out.
***
Hold my legs to trim the lawn.
Grab my hand to clean the dish.
Wrap my skin around you to keep you warm.
Use my fingers to feed you food.
Utilize my voice to help you speak.
Sit on my back to rest your legs.
Use my body for your pleasure.
Hurt me so you can smile.
Fuck me so you can come.
***
You are the Easter Bunny
Delivering eggs filled with maggots
Who eat the garbage you have left me.
Have a great weekend kids!! Hope all is well for all of you SG-landers...I <3 you all !
*Liz
The person that my last journal entry was intended to touch, went totally unnoticed. He read it, but made no comment or indication that he can see the pain I am going through. I mean I wrote it to vent..but the last paragraph was directed totally towards him, and fuck.... WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?
Thanks to all of you peeps that gave encouraging comments and advice. I appreciate it greatly, but I just can't do it. I lurve this ass
too much. He is probably going to end up ripping my heart out, cutting into little pieces, stomping on it, and then chucking it back into my chest, but that's the way it is I guess. I'll risk that if I even have the smallest chance of it working out.
Would you like to read some really shitty poems I have written? I'm sure you wouldn't, but I will leave you with them anyway, so you can tell me how retarded they are
Salty tongue lapping at an open wound.
Bile squirting from blue eyes, burning.
Flowers picked for trivial plucking.
"He loves me, He loves me not"
In, Out, In, Out
It's all the same.
Petals falling at feet
Toes digging into sweet scent
Walking away, petals crushed
Fragrence wasted
lingering
****
What is death?
The expiration of the Body,
the end of the Soul,
the cease of the Pumping Heart.
I am dead.
Slashed to bits.
Cubes of steak floating in brown goo.
Eat me and then shit me out.
***
Hold my legs to trim the lawn.
Grab my hand to clean the dish.
Wrap my skin around you to keep you warm.
Use my fingers to feed you food.
Utilize my voice to help you speak.
Sit on my back to rest your legs.
Use my body for your pleasure.
Hurt me so you can smile.
Fuck me so you can come.
***
You are the Easter Bunny
Delivering eggs filled with maggots
Who eat the garbage you have left me.
Have a great weekend kids!! Hope all is well for all of you SG-landers...I <3 you all !
*Liz
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so if you did feel like being social where might you go? I just moved to town and really know nobody so any suggestions would be great. Thanks