Daddy~ Daddy ~Daddy
A daddy is a person who gives you birth and life, he loves and comforts you and shows you wrong from right. You daddy, taught us the best you could about the lessons of life, raising three young girls all by yourself because you had no wife.
You taught us to use the emotions of love and not to use the word hate, You maid sure we ate all of the food that was sitting upon our plate. You put us on your knee and bounced us up and down, you perched us atop your world and watched us waltz around. You escorted us to parties and watched us try to dance, then placed us on your great big feet and helped us in our pra
Everything sucksEverything sucks ~Everything sucks
Everything sucks today, Nothing is working out my way. Not to be selfish or rude, But today has treated me ridiculously crude.
I went to see a show of my music for once, But the musicians on the stage are all a bunch of country cunts. It Fucking sucks I tell you, I’m pissed off now, patients is not my virtue!
I laid myself down to fall dreaming, But my heart was pounding and my mind was steaming. I couldn’t even do something as simple as sleep, I’m quickly falling into a slump, I’m falling steep.
I went to smoke a joi
Dirty little secretDirty little secretDirty little secret
I have a dirty little secret, I’m flaunting it in front of you but you can’t see it. You can’t see it because it is mine and mine alone, You can’t see it, because to look at me, it wouldn’t be known.
But I have a dirty little secret, Even though you might not conceive it. I may not have a face, of whom one might think, But I have a dirty secret, and you’ll miss it if you blink.
I have a dirty little secret, And I’m proud, because of the power I get from it. The power to say who gets to know, And the power to be myself, w
PainPainPain
The pain caused by loss is unlike any other, It clenches inside your chest, suffocating every breath. It stops your mind from moving on, It contains you within the pain, to relive it over and over again.
The pain caused by loss makes a person suffer more then any other, It makes all other moments insignificant and wrong. Why move on when pain awaits your future
You can’t go back, what’s done is done, that’s the pain of it all.
The pain caused by loss makes a person want to die, One holds their breath, waiting, hoping for death. Pain is inevitable, it’
fuck Ericthe shame the pain the paranoia creeping underneath. the hate to blame for darkened nightmaresfuck Eric
poisoning my sleep.
the thrill of being tortured 'til I'm bleeding from my eyes. the thorns upon my fingertips from picking through your lies.
the fakeness and the nakedness the neverending thirst. the fear to get inside of you when he was in there first.
the jealousy in knowing that you did the same for him. the strain I feel in thinking that you'd do it all again.
A Mid-Summer's Night...A gentle breath of warm air rises and greets his face and with an uplifting catch. The sun is low and the light is soft; it slightly silhouttes the faded mountaintop. The grass and weed is so beautiflly wild, a pinter could paint, but could never catch.A Mid-Summer's Night...
He feels light and tranquil, like a falling feather defying laws for a moment. He stops and sits; he views unmitigated majestry; he lies down and forgets. For he is but a boy of makeshift dreams, of pirates and gold, and everything in between, if only for a moment...
He is free and will never be owned, in this field of Pastel Flowers and Ice Cream Cones. He is lost an
Ever looking.There was a girl who traveled the lands. She was as wise as she was beautiful. She was always in search of what her heart sought. Wandering, ever looking, never finding.Ever looking.
On her journey she attracted followers. They followed her for her beauty alone. She paid no notice to them, for she was lost in thought. Wandering, ever looking, never finding.
She walked over marshes, they got boats. She passed through deserts, they got camels. And in the end they all would get lost and lose the way. Wandering, ever looking, never finding.
I too began to trail her in
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" a riddle wrapped in a mystery
cloaked in an enigma"
-ChurchHill
-Emmalin
Talkin' to a native here!
I was born in San Jose and lived just north of San Fran, until i was 14 in a place called Walnut Creek.
Wherdja live?
But as of now, I’ve been plunked into the middle of, get this, Montgomery, Tx....where I have been spending my summer surrounded by people who say..."God Bless Texas."
Not kidding. I'm sure I’ll be all the better for it though.
*Keeps her head up*
keep your head up!
I am very new here as well (since the 29th of June)
Hope you, I and everone else have lots and lots of fun
- GAUDETE IN DOMINO † -
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