I read what she had wrtten in the diary i provided that she had provided from before. She really does provide everything for me, does she know it feels weird to thank her for those things because it just may reaffirm the insecurity that i am taking from her? Im sorry if i must inform this prose on the internet, but there is a swelling pain in my ( Read more... )

I want to say i wish i had alot to talk about, but i dont feel this need to open myself up to this thing. It doesnt give the same satisfaction as her arms, id rather be with her always, she is everything I want and need. All i have to say is that life is great. I love nicole.. nicole cobler.. hmm i think it has a zing to it :).

We all go through life wanting to live longer, be happier, always after the more positive side. I do t all the time, as i see others also. But recently thinking about it and observing actions that protrue from this deire comes a deceptive antagonist. Whch is actually the thing we want, happiness and long healthy life. Happiness is what we want, yet ( Read more... )

Things i write are in the context of a mood generated by whatever it was that exposed my skin to the day.. in any which way shape or form. It molds my mood. My words like bullets and a gun held to someone's head. Exchanged bullets/assaults in and out everyday i am reduced for the ideals of repression and the slack of a shadow that curses and blends ( Read more... )

if you wanted to know i couldnt draw a picture, i couldnt whisper it into your ear, i just couldnt tell you. I wish i could show you somehow because there is frustration in all that is lacking and there is a fear contemplating our conclusion. Its almost like we are two different collored strings tied in a knot trying to break free from the knot we ( Read more... )

I would lie in bed waiting watching the walls, seeing lonely hands creeping across in the reflection of those eyes, the dimensions would reach for help, the angles were perverse and unintentional for my hands. They never got help so why should I. I await for those walls to be breached, although of course to be broken it must be voluntary on my part ( Read more... )

nuff said :/

Her kiss is like saliva down the barrel of a gun. I fell in love all over again.

We write into pages paragraph like a prisoner into a box, understanding is my conclusion to a confusion of retaining knowledge. Its all meant to guide me through, its straining in my eyes when i try to hold my head down but i keep looking up. Distinct tubes wrapped like the tourniquet around my veins up into my spine, when the distressed tunes of ( Read more... )

heh heh heh ( Read more... )