The bitting cold, rough wind, Sweeping my soul upon it, Sending me hither and yon. And to their side, I silently glide, And find myself outside Looking on. Away from their presence now send me, Tomorrow will find me again, Whith a stranger I wanted a friendship, Again find myself looking in. The outside so cold and so lonely...
I remember my first body piercing like it was yesterday! I was 16 and had convinced my parents that it was a good idea to have my belly button pierced because I wanted to prove to myself that I was tough enough to do it (while staring stoicly into the distance). I think my mom had a good cry but my dad was willing to take me...
Fingertips cooling slowly, he twitched forward and away, tracing the image of a downturned mouth in the mirror before him. Hurming to himself he imagined who it could be looking back so curiously. The eyes, brown and almost familiar, caressed his innermost thoughts looking frightened and beautifuly melancholy. A sigh escaped...
Awake. Two AM. Catching crushing breathing racing pulse Try to sigh. Gasp Spinning looming deadlines screaming panic Room into room into room "May I take your coat, sir?" "May I take your hat?" Taking phantom orders Half waking workplace imposing Gasping May facilitate breathing sobbing choking Awake. Three AM. Looming shado...
Pacing... Footsteps echo through the night Doors thrown closed Violently against the night To keep me out Them away from harm Isolate me in the cold I lack the strength to fight Against restrictions placed On my thirsting flesh The throbbing of my veins In time with my weak heart Staring through your window As you slit your ...
Moving heart from place to place In gently wrapped package Re-gifting unceremoniously life to life a Tape-wrapped precaution. Tears leaked through And blurred the shipping label Arrows pointing down Mangled corners aarives on your doorstep Somehow Roughed up, half open Broken
Social Attention Deficit Disorder Yes, I am making something up and diagnosing myself with it. It is the biggest problem I have related to my social anxiety because it is the only part of my anxiety that can hurt others. I have almost been diagnosed with Schizotypal personality disorder, and I say almost not because it was d...
Subconscious lips stitched painfully with invisible yarn entwined bloodied mind's eye aches wishes whispered; choked hushed eyes weeping desperate for connection souls clamber feebly touching invisible notions Mentally disconnected
Empty hallways call my name Speak of a forgotten past Those who walked have left behind Walls hold untold secrets Whispered through silent lips For none to hear Read what they have written Invisible ink tells a story Pictures show themselves on the Old Paint Walk through empty hallways Feeling spirits roaming still Others vi...
Honesty is the best policy; nobody should be afraid to list any interest on their dating profile, especially if they view it as an important and enjoyable pastime. When trying to determine whether to list the fact that you enjoy roleplaying you need to realize that there are many other people who enjoy role playing as much a...
Erin Leger
Member since: March 2008
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