Saturday, July 24, 2010

HUSH HUSH

With all that I am doing, I am just digging my own grave. Emotions emotions, why are you so fucking hard to handle. It's like playing with fire; dangerous yet exciting. Soon enough, you get too caught up in your own web that you spun, there's no getting out of it. Slowly, you feel yourself fighting for breath, suffocating, sinking deeper and deeper into something that you created for yourself. 

Friday, July 23, 2010

INFAMY

You know you are an alcoholic when you constantly need booze to take the pain away and bring you to another "world"

Saturday, July 17, 2010

NIGHTMARES

And I wish this feeling would disappear and go away. It follows you everywhere you go. In your dreams, when you wake, before you go to bed, it just has to mark its presence in your footsteps. When will this ever end? When are you going to put a halt to everything? Because it haunts you, you know that THIS is real. Problem is, you are just too damn scared to deal with it.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

TAKE ME BACK TO THE START

I lie awake every night thinking... is what I am doing right, considered appropriate? The answer is simply obvious because it is a straight NO. But I choose to believe that there ain't no right or wrong anymore; we are all threading on grey areas. Those awful lies and deceitful words, spun into sweet nothings, how will you ever find out? You will never know. Everyone has secrets, everyone has a hideous past, no one is perfect. Sad truth is, everyone's wearing a mask(s), to protect themselves ultimately. Love is just a silly game, played by fools all the same.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

THAT EXTRA HALF AN INCH

Whisper a prayer, make a wish under a starry starry night.
Close your eyes and inhale summer's sweet scent. 
Summer; how the sun shines so brightly up in the blue skies, 
bringing warmth and joy to earth's inhabitants. 
Yet, Summer, the lust of all seasons. 
Bringing forth burning passions and entanglement of endless nothings. 
When Summer ends, so does the secret love affairs and midnight rendezvous. 
Summer flings, oh Summer flings. 
You come and go as easily as the wind. 
What a pity, what a shame. 
For you certainly live up to your name. 

Friday, July 9, 2010

IF IT COULD BE THIS EASY

But darling, you are the only exception.