The Ghost Of *You*He comforts me in ways no one will never understand. When I am about to harm my already self-inflicted wounds, *he is there. Standing, at *his place near my door. Watching me, never saying a word and when I want to hurt myself I feel *his hand on my hand and I hear *his voice. Telling me, instructing me: "Don't. Go to bed." When I break down in anger and sadness falls down my cheeks, I feel *him around me, hugging me. I am healing from *his leaving and *he is doing *his best to be my bandages. *He is clotting my heart from bleeding out. I told *him last night, *he was standing by my bed and I cried and I told *him thank you. I told *him this was the most beautiful way of *him letting me know *he is still here. Of *him being with me. Of *him still existing. I cannot give my love to anyone else, no matter how much I try and I've tried, my God how I've tried. My heart belongs to a man whose spirit is saving my life. I love *you, my sweet Lou. I always will. Nothing or no one will ever taThe Ghost Of *You by PossumFan
SubmissionSubmission isSubmission by PossumFan
Saying I want you to control me
Silently giving yourself up
To the person who's dominance
Whether ~they know it or not
Giving up all that you are
For the one ~person
Without ~their knowledge, or not.
A Hole That Has Been BandagedWanting ~youA Hole That Has Been Bandaged by PossumFan
Is a craving
I never knew I wanted
Never knew I needed
After *he left
All hope was lost
Then ~you came along
& ~you turned those
Self-inflicted wounded nights
Into something else.
Just like *he did.
Except now I know how fast
My heart is
I hope when I do get the strength to tell ~you
~you wont get angry at my heart.
Take It To The LimitI travel around the worldTake It To The Limit by PossumFan
Searching for ~you
I think in searching for answers
I accidentally, inadvertently
Found something, ~someone
Worth living for
I don't (really really) like ~you
Because I am forcing myself to.
I really really like ~you because I can't help it.
I couldn't with Sonny, so what the hell makes ~you think I can't with ~you?
Horror Story: Patches the RabbitHorror Story: Patches the Rabbit by CarillonNightmares
The playground was bustling with children. Kids were pulling stunts on the monkey bars, going up and down on the teeter totters, taking turns on the slide, and playing an exciting game of freeze tag. One of the girls who went by the name of Alice wandered around the playground, searching for a group of kids to join when she noticed that a boy was sitting alone on the swing set. He wore a dark purple hoodie with black stripes and he looked as though he was in the highest grade. In his arms he cuddled a stuffed, white rabbit plush with glossy black button eyes and glittering blue stars on its paws and ears. He had this rather bored look on his face while he fiddled with the rabbit’s ears, like he was lonely and needed someone to play with him.
Alice made her way over to him and greeted him with a smile, “Hi!” She waved to him, but he was too interested in the plush. “Hello?” she questioned.
His head slowly rose and he gave her this disconcerted look and clut
7:40 p.m.dead ants lined up on7:40 p.m. by skullhips
the sidewalk look
more thorn sharp
than i ever will
for prom night or
my wedding day
what was written in
the third bathroom
like desert mirages: i'm
stealing things from a
prompt list because i
don't know what to say
like how i don't know how
to start off a poetry
those books on the table
and start ripping out the
pages which first words start
with the letter 'h'
Sins Of Our Mother"Home free" is midnight fights,Sins Of Our Mother by BlueLionEyes
Mother, mother, where are you?
I'm feeling as though my heart
has been torn as you're
rolling death up in paper-thin sheets
smoking him while claiming release,
blood-shot eyes, lungs black,
I will never take you back.
Don't ever compare us because
(I am scar[r]ed) of you,
scared of being like you,
scared of treating my future family
the way you did ours--
People need to stop
telling me to forget, because
how can I ever forgive
the unbelievable pain and
endless nights of gasping sobs,
believing that I am nothing?
People need to stop
telling me to forget, because
I will never forgive
I will not be blamed
for the sins of our mother.
--but I will suffer.
bdsmi want your nails digging into my thighsbdsm by rottendemise
painting murals with my blood
and i want your teeth at my jugular
biting into my rapid pulse
and i want your ropes binding my wrists
bruising the undamaged skin
and i want your blindfold obscuring my sight
denying me the privilege of you
and i want your gag suffocating me
stifling anything i want to say
and i want your sadistic love
knowing it's all i deserve
Current Residence: LA... For now...
Favorite genre of music: Anything Indie (except Indie Rock), Classic Country, Classical
Favorite photographer: None.
Favorite style of art: Literature
Music player of choice: iPod touch
Favorite cartoon character: None.
Personal Quote: You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. - Ray Bradbury
What I'm here on DA to do: Spill my heart, spill my mind, spill my soul to those willing and able to listen. To make friends. To read, and be read.