He slithers his way back in time and time again, he torments me with sweet nothings in my ear, poisons me with his kisses. But yet, he is an addiction my sweet addiction and the more I run the stronger my addiction possesses me. I wish he'd leave and take all my beloved desires with him, he plays with me like a toy. I'm an old , tattered toy now yet he still torments me . Lost words that no longer have meanings , memories faded and emotion left . I say come back to me , he does not answer. I say leave , he does not. So I ask "Do you love me?" and he doesn't reply. Prick.
R&S
Truths.
"Want me to tell you something?" I whispered tenderly in her ear. I caressed her face with the back of my hand touching her scarlett cheeks softly.
"Yeah.." she replied quietly her eyes transfixed with the beautiful heaven above us. We lay there in the grass, two wandering lovers in sweet embraces watching the world slowly go by. Perfect white diamonds etched every which way sparkled in its blanket of navys and light blues with indigos and violets streaking by. We watched in silent delight.
"Love..,the everlasting,butterfly feeling, electrifiying love ? That love is a shooting star, you don't see many all through life but it d
R.& S
Ryan's notes 15th March
She doesn't get it but that's Summer-Anne , my wildflower.You can't feel or begin to feel the way I do until you've met , the one you'd take the stars out of the sky for,steal the sun in its golden glory and lushious light and replace it with that person, your person.
She makes my head spin :), she's awkward and confusing but if I couldnt see her smile,her eyes everyday life would be..pointless.
She's shown me how wonderful life is.
I don't know what I'd do if i couldnt have her, her stone grey eyes and sunkissed skin with long shimmering copper hair that catches light in the most exqusite ways.
Maybe I'm a
He slithers his way back in time and time again, he torments me with sweet nothings in my ear, poisons me with his kisses. But yet, he is an addiction my sweet addiction and the more I run the stronger my addiction possesses me. I wish he'd leave and take all my beloved desires with him, he plays with me like a toy. I'm an old , tattered toy now yet he still torments me . Lost words that no longer have meanings , memories faded and emotion left . I say come back to me , he does not answer. I say leave , he does not. So I ask "Do you love me?" and he doesn't reply. Prick.
R&S
Truths.
"Want me to tell you something?" I whispered tenderly in her ear. I caressed her face with the back of my hand touching her scarlett cheeks softly.
"Yeah.." she replied quietly her eyes transfixed with the beautiful heaven above us. We lay there in the grass, two wandering lovers in sweet embraces watching the world slowly go by. Perfect white diamonds etched every which way sparkled in its blanket of navys and light blues with indigos and violets streaking by. We watched in silent delight.
"Love..,the everlasting,butterfly feeling, electrifiying love ? That love is a shooting star, you don't see many all through life but it d
R.& S
Ryan's notes 15th March
She doesn't get it but that's Summer-Anne , my wildflower.You can't feel or begin to feel the way I do until you've met , the one you'd take the stars out of the sky for,steal the sun in its golden glory and lushious light and replace it with that person, your person.
She makes my head spin :), she's awkward and confusing but if I couldnt see her smile,her eyes everyday life would be..pointless.
She's shown me how wonderful life is.
I don't know what I'd do if i couldnt have her, her stone grey eyes and sunkissed skin with long shimmering copper hair that catches light in the most exqusite ways.
Maybe I'm a
I'm lost in my own mind I only understand what I comprehend through writing and books. I'm stubborn and quiet. I take stories from my mind as they make themselves on paper. I photograph things that catch my attention , things that are different or plain , nothing extr-ordinary . Just ordinary but never noticed.
Poetry is a love a compassion one which I adore.
Favourite photographer: Andy Warhol Favourite style of art: All MP3 player of choice: I-pod :) Personal Quote: Feeling. That is the most important thing in the world.
So I'm in a shitty mood because people dont like my work .:( but ahh **** it.! I love it. It is me . :D
I have to buy a new notebook & add more stuff, I'll put that on my to-do :L
I planned to go camping in may can't wait we're going glendalough :) It's really pretty :):) :* get some kick ass pictures + memories :P. I'm going to go to
St.Annes Park
Dollymount Beach
&&
Malahide Park during the week get a few snaps && some inspiration :) .
Maybe in summer when the hues of tress are more then green when rainbows of oranges & crimson dance in delight,
Maybe in Autumn when nothing be green,
Maybe in Winter when white is pure and Ice is
I always had a hunger to write. It's always been there. I love writing and doing things piece by piece.
I really want to be noticed but not to stand out to be different too . I lack time and necessity to be neat my writing itself is a disaster I feel like Da Vinci beacause no-one seems to be able to read my writing so I type. I'm typing now and the words just flow through my fingers the same when i write it just comes out nothing is processed in my brain before it just comes out :)
I want to reach my ambition and become an author . I have my own peculiar style of things to like my beginnings of R&S :) but i like my style I know my potentia
Too many words,
Too many wishes,
One set of dreams & nobody's kisses,
Believing in the burning fire,
The burning fire inside..
Too many words.
Too many wishes.
One set of dream's & nobody's kisses.