I'm back. Whether or not it's home I guess is up to the people. I wonder if any of you are out there still...
How I feel now and who I am now will find it's way into the words and poems I will try to do better at writing.
It's good to be back.


A VoiceThere is a voice. The sound of a beating heartA Voice
that sets the rhythm
for our love.
Sometimes,
my body and mind must race
to keep pace with my passion. And I worry that the things I do are silly to you. I am young; trying so hard to compete
with the professional love-making you've experienced at an age when all I knew of sex was that it was my fault.
But there is an advantage
that I have over all these other women. I love you more than they ever could have and the beating heart you fe


AngelHe’s an Angel who gave up his Wings so that people like me could learn to Fly. He saw through me and found Beauty among the Ashes. Then, with Battle callused hands, he gently pieced together my Disappointed Heart. The earth trembled with anticipation -a Kiss- but never just a Kiss.Angel
God was against it -The Angels loving The Sinners- but Love is older than God and bound us together before there was differentiation between The Fallen and The Falling.
His Halo he laid at Aphrodite’s feet -where it stayed- as he traveled the Road that most


Crimson TiesLove is nothing but a sham masquerading as Faith In Eternity- the road to which is paved withCrimson Ties
"I love you, but-" statements And Crimson Ties are being lapped up by bloodsucking redemptionists who would not believe that saving me
wasn't as easy as it seemed.
I am lost somewhere between a moonless day and a sunless night not knowing whether it is better to feel everything and know I'm alive or to feel nothing and wish I was dead.
At the end of a hard day, he reaches through me to his pack of cigarettes and a can of beer (that he


Jinxed MirrorsI don't know who it was that taught us to hate. God can do anything-but won't. The Devil , while he can't do everything, will do all he can. Then, the opposite of love isn't hate. It's indifference. If they hate you, at least they feel something for you. So, if God hates me-for He's the one who made me ugly-at least, in the beginning, he felt for me. I do not expect him to love me, I don't expect anyone to love me.Jinxed Mirrors
Perhaps it's taking it a little far-but it's almost the way I feel- I expect to be locked away. Hidden. And then only brought to light for charge, for people to laugh-to be laughed at, more specificall
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Blarg? Honk...
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"What is possible, has been done. What is impossible, will be done." -Roman general to Caesar-
Yours,
NepentheAddict
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Cuz she's just the way she is,
and no one's told her that's okay.
And she would change everything, everything,
just ask her.
Caught in the in between of
beautiful disaster.
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Reality Is What You Believe it To Be
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