inspiration feeds your sorrow and lifts your soul…
inspiration feeds your sorrow and lifts your soul…
A friend asked me to make a list of emotions and features that would create the perfect man (to me)so this is it. 1. dark eyes 2. risky 3.stimulating (in almost every possible term) 4.intelligent 5. caring 6.determined 7. interesting 8. creative 9.rough yet gentle 10. a challenge So far this is were i ended my list i realized the perfect person for you isn’t someone you can check off your list its someone who makes you want to change it :) But just for fun feel free to post your list or comments i would like to hear what others think about the idea of creating the “perfect person” for you.
The perfect man
No longer am i the prey for now i am the predator……
looking over the letters that he once sent to me used to make me happy…now i just want Barry my face in the pillow and scream at all the lies that were said.
I have so many plans so many intentions and every-time i try to pull through with them life screws me over. This is the first time in my life were i want to be the girl “who cares” not the girl who throws up her hands and just says “fuck it”…. sometimes i feel like I’m rushing but i refuse to just sit and fail like everyone else in my life has. Patience something i guess is time for me to learn. (willing or not)
Cravings, they just eat and eat at you until u let them devour you. They consume your every thought at least that’s whats happening to me. Except Ive never wanted something so bad to where i cant sleep or work without it distracting me. Its like my mind and body doesn’t want to give me what i need. I wish i could explain it all but lately i cant describe what it this craving is.
Thinking of the perfect poem to compete in the Poetry Jam with …..
Does anyone know how to change your picture on here?
I used to love I used to cry I used to care But now i just dissapear into the colorless scenery that surrounds me blending in with the roots that hold me tightly tightly, to the ground that shakes beneath me….
I’m waiting waiting to breathe waiting to see the very differences of you and me I’m waiting for the truth to appear and take away these fears that keep my wounds so fresh I’m waiting for the lies to disappears so my head can be clear of what it wants,desires im waiting on this cliff you set me on so high up so if i scream no one would hear so i wait and i wait with nothing but silence to answer my quiet screams when will the sky fall and shake this ground so that i may fall and touch the ground with my own bare feet when will i breathe when will i see the difference between you and me when will i be free free to stop waiting
Theres so many things i want to say but for some reason i cant get myself to write down the words like i used to i guess my hands are in denial.
The thought of being something more than just another person on the street is amusing. But then why is it i crave for more than just the everyday usual. Temptation is supposed to be resisted right? yet it feels good to just cave in sometimes . Maybe that’s the reason why i have these reoccurring dreams. Is it possible that i have fallen, if it is i don’t think i want to go back up. I don’t think i would know how.
Thoughts that warn me
