I poured a few pieces into my palm
But my eyes grew wide as they wanted more
A sudden sensation of excitement coursed through my blood causing a rush to my head and a pounding in my chest
My hands began to sweat and my fingers quickly clenched
They defied this desire, this unwelcomed hunger
Still I entertained this temptation to swallow these sorrows
While simultaneously it scared me to permit these nihilistic considerations to consume my rational mind
My Inner Thoughts
An addict dating an addict... it’s not always easy to keep in mind the love you found before all the hurtful words were said, it’s hard to find your cuddle in the flail you’re bound to, it’s hard finding time for one another when you can’t keep your eyes open because you’re on day #4... so when you’re gone all the time, to me it seems like you’re finding every excuse to be away from me, because when an addict dates an addict it’s not always easy keeping in mind the love before it’s all said && done.
In all honesty, my addiction is to you, if all the walls were to fall around us today, my home still stands because my home is with you.
If we were to lose everything in the ...
I inched closer to you with each passing smoke
My love for self destruction, to burn and go up in fumes like them.
It all started when you were taken.
Forcefully by fate and far away from me.
Blackened lips and lungs are silent reminders of the impending fate
The glorious day of reunion.
I'm not addicted but it's your absence that hurts..
Waking up next to her...
The mornings smelled of coffee and warm hugs.
I have gotten used to her
But now in her absence, a mug of coffee wakes me up.
Her memories comes rushing in through my nerves.
I have been drinking coffee all throughout just to keep her close.
I don't know if it's coffee or her...
You can achieve ..
whatever you desire.
What really matters..
WTF really want or need??
Since that first taste of death
In exchange for fleeting
moments of perceived relief
The high price was my life
The debt of addiction
was all I got to keep
~ Kinky Eskimo
Coffee you served nice,
While the mischief smile you hid.
What's the wrong Darling?
The more I listen you the more I became thirsty of your voice.
Dear Mr “I’m too good to tell you the truth”
Mr. “I’m a liar liar pants on fire so I can’t give you a proper goodbye”,
I guess this is the goodbye you didn’t respect me enough to give.. I knew you were lying when you looked me in the eye the other night and swore to god you wouldn’t bail.
Seems like you got one over on me pretty good.. not once, not twice but three times and the third all you left me with was the conversations to roll around in my head of lies you spewed.
In a month and half you took off on me three times. Coincidentally every single time the dope ran out. Shame on me. I’m such a fucking fool for thinking you were anything other than the person everyone here knew y...
My old friend..
You've been hiding
Since our end
Many years ago
I said goodbye
But who knew
It meant I would
See you later?
Not so much a crash
But a burn
To healed skin
And I remembered
Why I put you down
To begin with
Yet here we are
And I am writing
To an old friend
We struck a cord
And I am lit
Will we ever end?
7 word story ;
Alchocal opens mind & block the HeaRt ♥
Love, extra bits.....
Again I mention God. But I must, again sorry if anything offends, but I am striving to understand God and Love.
Anyone can be happy with the level of love they have.
There are indeed layers of love and each relationship sits upon that layer.
However the more you read or understand from other people's relationships, the more you may desire.
It's only when love is reciprocated at its highest plane can love be truly special.
There must be an aspect of wanting for yourself, an aspect of giving. Linked, intertwined.
If your partners not happy can you be. Yes, but truly happy.
Whether or not you feel your partner might leave and therefore leave you with no one. (FIS...
"Having an intense fear of just one thing will debilitate every aspect of ones life & eliminate the confidence one longs for."
Coffee in the morning,
Is like a trigger warning.
That makes me,
As good as I can be,
Like the open, wide sea.
I was a wave of water
running to the sea into
restless revolt and unawed
covered and coated with
crystals frozen in a
world of penetrating
I need to be reminded of all that flourishes and grows
Even though it may be something I should already know
I need positivity constantly shoved down my throat
I begin to sink even though I know I'm able to float
The Character Of The Weary
"At times the grief that I am responsible for instilling into those most dearest to me seems as though it can only be forgiven by their pity at my own death."
Just found out that it was Charles Chaplin's mum that had mental health problems. By it self it isn't an amazing fact, but coupled with the song "Smile".....well listen to the words. It makes sense now.
One little bit of knowledge can transform a songs meaning.
"The drugs don't work" by the Verve was linked to the lead singers dads early death and his wifes ordeal with cancer.
Two amazing songs, but only when you know the history.