rules are for those that need structure discipline is for the anal retentive and power hungry repeated tests are the only thing of which i speak we need to be tested to find out which part of the soul is weak~robynwildchild
You have the strength of Beowulf but cripple it because of your affinity for the monster You have been sustaining yourself on the gruel of self-destruction for so long your stomach rejects the ambrosia of life While the hero of your mind stands by without action while the monster of your emotions sever friendship like arteries under the knife~PG
"fingertips of sun trace the edges of this room I turn my face so your leaving does not eclipse your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl
someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious or pretend to be oblivious ~Robynwildchild
"pain is usually the source of my work. the way i have dealt with mental adversity is by embracing it, and allowing certain ideals to wash over my consciousness so that i could purge my pain."-tek
The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love... Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me my dreams are: Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve... engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me
the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!
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