I've been thinking of deleting my deviant accountWell, peace out everyone!
*hugs*
~Tiff
A MousetrapA lure to keep me InsideA Mousetrap
Breathing
Gulping My lungs yearn for air
A hook to catch me Inside Breathing
Breaking My body is torn
A trap to hold me Inside
Pumping
Feeling My heart swells and bursts
ehh...no title?Don't break this heart of mine for if you do I fear I will throw the pieces On the ground With the dirt And the liesehh...no title?
Don't think I will be afraid
For if you do I know I will step on the shards With bare feet And the blood Will run dry
Don't try to mend my heart With empty promises I will find memories Of the pain And will stray From the cries.
poem I wrote five years agoMy eyes are bleeding beads of torturous bones.poem I wrote five years ago
I count the times when destruction is powered. By those who smell greedy, murder, slit and stone.
Falling asleep, I am, yet I fear to try. For ladies are pouncing off buildings to sleep. With comfort to reach , grasping the other side.
Buildings are collapsing to a dusty pile. I weep for comfort, but my tears cannot save. Those who've prayed to find the sickly defilers.
Those in the planes held terror once when hi-jacked. To meet their children or family or friends, saddened. For now they are gone or tortoured
Invisible Stamp of InkInvisible Stamp of InkInvisible Stamp of Ink
I can remember when I was in second grade. I received a phone call from my father. He said he was on vacation, and I wouldn’t be able to visit him. I had grown accustomed to my father’s absence in the house, for he and mother were in a stage of separation in their marriage; yet, I was used to visiting him every once in a while to spend the night. I had innocently believed that all families went through these things called “separations”. At the same time, my intuition had sensed something much out of place.
My mother clutched me as
1.) drinking Diet Sunkist
2.) wishing I was sipping blush wine instead
3.) desiring to have more friends and to better the relationships between the ones I have now
4.) deciding to quit being walked on
5.) wanting to have the ability to say what I'm thinking without being shy
6.) loathing spending time on mundane pleasures
7.) loving spending time on creative pleasures
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