StormI feel the thunder, rolling in my bones.The lightning glitters in my eyes.The rain pounds against my ear drums like a soft summer beat.I feel the storm, rushing towards me,The static in the air, warning me,The dark color of the clouds, inviting me.A storm is coming; I feel it near with every breath.Its tempest rages in my body, but it brings me calm.The anger of the heavens shakes my windows, and whips my hair.I smile.The rain drops fall, a pitter patter by my feet on the wooden floor.The thunder rumbles, and my body vibrates with its power.The lightning crashes, and it flashes in my eyes, my blood.I am the storm. The storm is mine.Nature, crashing at my front door, as far as the eye can see,My body is at peace.
if you need...if you need a hug, come see meif you need a kind word, come talk to meif you need a shoulder to cry on, i will be thereif you need a Rock, you have found oneif you need safe harbor, i am that coveif you need a friend...so do i
Cold and WetLaying on the cold shower floor,Water dribbling over her naked body,Tears streaming from her bloodshot eyes,And all she wanted to do was die.
.when her love left, it leftthe house emptyand she saysi hope one day it'llcome back to me,cos i don't keep this shotgunon my front porch for nothin'
Not Utopia"Welcome to Earth!""...WHERE'S THE EXIT?!"
Not myselfWho can I trust? Not myself.
Our Psychotic Dance of LoveEvery sight of you sends me over the edge.[I'm addicted to you.]You're like a pill.[That I keep swallowing.]Constantly, you seem to draw me in.[I hold my breath in suspense.]But then you cast me out again.[Cut my chest until the pain fades.]And then we do it all over again.[Circling in our psychotic dance.]
Sinking HeartI want to rip my heart from my chestIt keeps beating so loud and it's hurting my headI want to cut all the skin off my bonesPut on a mask that still smiles so nobody knowsThat I'm losing my mindThat I've tried and keep tryingTo convince myself to let goBut I still love you as if I didn't have a clueThat it was your twisted soul that destroyed mine tooSo let's sink in the fireWe're sinners, we're liarsAnd I'm tired of trying to proveThat love does existThis is itMe burning right here next to you
If I Would YouIf I went missing, would you look for me?If I Was dead, would you cry for me?If I tried to kill myself, would you stop me?If i asked if you loved me, would you say yes?If I was being attacked, would you project me?If I was falling, would you catch me?If I was crying, would you wipe away my tears?If I asked if you loved me, would you say yes?If I had a boyfriend, would you be jealous?If I forgot everything, would you show me it all again?If I lost everyone, would you be the last one standing by my side?If I asked if you loved me, would you say yes?
Patru taxiuriTaxiul 1.Mă aşez în faţă. Şoferul un moşulică scund, amabil, aparent zâmbind pentru el însuşi.EU: La liceul X.ŞOFERUL (porneşte maşina şi se instalează mai comod. Îmi dau seama că e cu chef de vorbă): În ce clasă eşti?EU: În clasa a [...]ŞOFERUL: Oho, păi nu mai ai mult!EU (vorbind de dragul vorbei): Nu, nu mai am mult.ŞOFERUL: Da, chiar nu mai e mult. Uite-acuşi termini! Se duce liceul una-două şi apoi? Ce faci? Te măriţi?EU (cutremurându-mă, ştiind că trebuie să urmez o facultate): NU!ŞOFERUL (foarte convins de ce spune): Aşa te vreau! Aşa trebuie! Asta e atitudinea! (Pe un ton savant): Căsătoria e o prostie. Oamenii nu ar trebui să se căsătorească. Asta e o făcătură, inventată ca să ţină masele
Yours to BreakI can't take this anymoreYou chew me up and spit me outLike a cancer in my soulYou fill my head with doubtYou make me so afraidI've lost all of my nerveYou make me hate myselfI'm feeling so absurdYour hatred breaks me downYour anger chills my bloodAll I did was love youWhy make me feel like mudI want to make you wholeyou want to make me hurtI want to lift you upYou only shove me in dirtWhy can't you hold me nowInstead you'd rather hitWhy won't you kiss me nowWhy make me feel like shitAll this time that we've sharedI've been faithful to youHow can I pretend you careWhen you've been so untrueI can't take this anymoreYour love was always fakeSo I'm leaving for goodI'm no longer yours to break
AmaranthineThe bruises you gifted meform a ring around my neckof pure purple amethyst.Its so precious i keep it secretCan feel it bite when I moveCan see it without my mirrorIts not something tenderthat you can touch lovinglyit's on the inside of my skin.you're choking me.
VineriEra o noapte de vineri atunci când te-am găsit. Eram doar eu, el, tu şi
marea. Te-am iubit din prima clipă în care te-am văzut strălucind în întuneric. Te-am iubit exact aşa cum erai: singură, sugrumată de nisip, murdară, folosită, bolnavă, abandonată. Dar cel mai frumos lucru pe care l-am văzut până acum. Ne-am aşezat lângă tine şi ne-am lăsat în voia ta. A mării şi a cerului. Şi am uitat de noi şi de restul. Dar nu de tine. Tu erai acolo, mai prezentă ca niciodată până acum. Arătai ca o mică scoică, aveai culoarea mării şi miroseai a valuri şi a cer. Eram doar eu, el, marea şi
tu. Dar tu erai cea mai importantă. Fără tine nu aş fi avut toate astea. Te-am iubit şi ne-ai iubit. O noapte. Una din nopţile ălea de care ai parte o dată î
Divination explainedDivination is the form of reading energy. I was hoping to share with you the things I've learnt to help you visualise this practice and then project it for yourself.What is divination?Divination is the act of reading energy for purposes not limited to -fortune telling -energy raising -wisdom gaining etc.Divination is used by many different types of people, with many different tools for many different things. Familiar scenes of Divination can come from Tarot Cards, Scrying, rune work and so on.Perception in Divination?To Divinate, you simply must know how to perceive and luckily, most of us can.Perception is as unique as someone's own finger print. How one person sees something will be different to another, maybe even vastly so. So, if one person reads a rune scattering one way and someone else reads it another way, it's quite easy to assume that both perceptions are as real as each others and it would be down to your own judgement to gather which
CAPTEUR ET SANS REPROCHE (la faute aux gras, fi !)Capteur et sans reproche.Il était au bout du rouleau. Plein de pellicules, au sortir de sa cellule : c'était assez révélateur. « C'est bien sur mon auto, faux cul, que nous allons faire une bonne mise au point », me lança-t-il, encore flou de la veille. J'eus un flash et lui imprimais une rafale de bon mots, exposés à la vue de tous. « Si tel était ton objectif, c'est raté ! » rétorqua-t-il, moqueur. « Quelle aberration, tenter un balayage sur le bridge de San-Francisco ! Triple buse ! » Cette répartie, contrastant avec sa compression habituelle, me laissa bouché. Je saturais, les yeux rouges, le diaphragme tremblant, et décidais, in petto, de passer en mode manuel. Ce fut un reflex, et paf ! Son masque tomba. Exif, les bons sentiments : je fus immédiatement dans son collimateur et mes calques, ô, manie (j'ai bossé pour celle-là) furent supprimés tandis qu'il armait son barillet. Trop exposé, je bus un p'tit blanc en me balançant, accompagné d'une cigarette sans f
isolation.Beyond the high wallsof a barricaded world,their unfamiliar faceswatched me breathe.Reaching out againagainst my fears within,but this voice wilted softthen chose not to speak.By: Luana Lani