Sta.sh
Geez. I'm so strange.
I'll exbound on this more later. But we'll just leave it at that for now.
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And I'll SmileI have no words for you. No words that can describe the venom in my heart, coursing through my veins. I so badly want to push you aside, smack you, yell at you. I need to tell you that you need to stay away. Go find someone else. Anyone. I don't fucking care. Just so long as it isn't-isn't...And I'll Smile by ~bluefootlights
I can't even say it. Of course, I can't. I've never been able to claim something, claim it as my own. This is why I sit quietly. Seething in silence as I watch my heart get ripped from my body.
It's never been easy, but I'm getting used to it. It's becoming routine. Get my heart set on somebody. Become closer. So close that I can almost feel the puzzl
Blue EyesBlue eyes keep secrets and can whisper.Blue Eyes by ~bluefootlights
Blue eyes don't know the difficulties,
because Blue eyes are calm.
Any mood can be covered by the Blue,
Any emotion can be hidden,
Because the Blue disguises it all.
Cursed without Blue eyes.
No eyes for telling lies or keeping secrets,
or holding back and staying quiet.
brown eyes that open and bare the soul,
When all the soul wants is to hide.
The emotions come sailing out,
exploding and pouring from fucking brown eyes,
Brown eyes that want to avoid confrontation,
and hide the feelings,
keep them from being real.
Eyes that want so badly to disappear into Blue,
A Blue that keeps everyt
Love isI'll tell you what love is.Love is by ~bluefootlights
Love is ridiculous. Love is neither kind nor harsh. Love doesn't give way to needs. Love is pushy, stubborn and arrogant. Love will say yes when all a person wants is to say no.
It will not give up and is so persistant that it will drive a person crazy. Love is parasitic, grabbing and holding on, showing no mercy. Love is the one thing that will never let go, no matter if the love is requited or not.
It doesn't care for people, doesn't cradle people in its arms, doesn't feed people the sweet nectars of care associated with it.
Love has no regard for time, no regard for feelings, no regard for life.
Love is
Opening the ClosetTyping on the computer, I began to realize just how tired I was. Each natural blink, became longer than the previous until I was closing my eyes for seconds at a time.Opening the Closet by ~bluefootlights
I need some sleep.
I rubbed my temples gently, and shut the laptop. I crawled to the foot of my bed and slid the laptop under (my hiding space--no one trips over it that way) before collapsing back in a heap. Seconds after my head nestled into a little niche in my feather pillows, I was asleep.
Behind my eyelids I saw flashed of color.
Nothing abnormal, this was what usually happened when I fell asleep. I'd see beautiful colors melding into one another, and music trailing a
