I have the images,
But not the words.
Down my spine and between my legs
With the tip of your tongue
Bringing me to the edge.
Bite me where it’s sensitive
Suck me where it’s slippery and
A bit of pain
A lot of pleasure.
Everything is there for you to feast on.
For your eyes only
Innocent and sweet
Like sickly poison.
For I am the scorpion
Deadliest of all signs
Goddess of passion
If only lust had a mouth
For words to spill from it’s sweet lips.
Sensuous as they may be.
I breathe them here
– Today, tonight
As I cry in anguish
With each new touch
It keeps me wishing
This was written by my friend. I think it pretty much sums up how i feel about past relationships and those who want to control and manipulate free spirits.
‘ You cannot tame a butterfly
If you wish it to retain beauty
For only in freedom
Floating in the breeze
Is their splendour manifested
To keep one for yourself, contained
You must catch it in a net
Put it in a jar
Pin it to a board
Rip off its wings
Options boasting of barbarity ‘
my heart treated like a revolving door.
no mercy, cruel, unkind
one time, twice, a third
false friendships and and false trust
Selfish, drunk and stupid
low self esteem
dragged on the floor with dirt
like the dirt you are.
then the door opens again.
I have a friend, but sometime’s it’s an enemy
sometimes she helps me think,
at other times she helps me cry.
One day happiness
The next sorrow
One day sun
the next- a storm of hate
she comes and she goes.
there is no control
the drugs don’t keep her at bay
she wins hearts and she loses them
she shows love,
in my head there is only room for one.
Always searching for approval
but never my own.
Someone else’s opinion
Is always more important.
Bending over backwards for others
Couldn’t even do the same for myself
Always 2nd class
Live a life apologising
Never heard the words sorry myself
Apologise for hurt caused by others
Good for nothing.
Never live up to others
To her – to him – everyone –
elses happiness first
Disgust. Not deserving of happiness.
No priority for me.
No hand to drag me from the darkness,
No saviour within.
No comfort. No touch. No love.
No love. Fear.. Fear.
Darkness, No love. Lost
Paranoia haunts me.
I hear it’s voice over my shoulder.
In my head. In my skin. In my flesh.
It’s inside me.
It howls. It gnaws. It hunts me down. It posseses my soul. My being.
It’s people I know. It’s people I’ve never know. It’s people I love. It’s people I’ve never loved.
I’d be lost without it. I need it , I crave it.
That state of uncertainty, of insecurity, it’s not quite madness. It is madness
The confusion. The rush. The exhilaration. The lust
Drowning in my own fear. My anxiety. It’s mine.. it’s all mine
It makes me giddy. It makes me sick. Disgust
Give me help.
I’m tired of comparing myself to others.
I’m tired of trying to refrain from carrying out certain actions because of who they remind me of
It feels as if there is someone out there, constantly criticising me , my actions and judging me.
But I know that person is me. But I can’t stop it. It’s like paranoia has taken on human form inside my head.
I sketch birds to feel like I’m free.