Longing Ever StillI love *you. I love *you. I love *you. Will that put me in *your arms. Sadly, no. I have a bit of wine in me but baby let's not waste our sweet time. Only have 24 hours. I could have told *you so much sooner. Should have. I crave *you. Every night, I want *your arms around my body. Staring into *your eyes like my God will the moon ever shine again because the sun always shine in *your eyes. It's all I can see. So, I love *you.Longing Ever Still by PossumFan
I hope to *GOD* I don't implode one of these days, because some nights
much for my mind to bear.
Cingulomania*Your fingers trace the nape of my neck, and I shiver. We are lying in bed, listening to the storm rage outside. I moan and smile slowly. I move my body closer to *you and I put my arms around *your neck. This moment is perfect. The weather is perfect. *You are perfect. I am not perfect, but *your existence more than makes up for that. *You smile, and I close my eyes. I lean into *you, putting my head on *your chest. *You sigh, and I fall deeper in love with *you, faults and all.Cingulomania by PossumFan
Love Doesn't EndNo matter what happens, I will still love *himLove Doesn't End by PossumFan
No matter what *he does, I will still love *him
No matter what *he says, I will still love *him
No matter what or who *he is, I will still love *him.
No matter anything, I will still love *him.
Meteor Heart Shower*You are lying on the grass. I just stare at *you, relishing every moment. Thinking, in my head and then accidentally out loud, "You are amazing." *You give a little laugh, and it is in hearing that laugh that I blush a thousand shades of crimson. My hand is over my mouth, for I did not mean for the words to come out. I meant for them to stay inside, but they didn't. I grab *your hand, my heart pounding and my breathing fast. "Do *you honestly have any idea, any shred of an inkling of what *you do to me?" *You just look at me, unblinking.Meteor Heart Shower by PossumFan
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I want all of you. Your manuka honey skin, your opaque personality, your thundering walk, your war torn hands, the curls of your voice, the warm hue of your laughter.
I move my bones to see you. God knows, I would change the magnetic field, so that the compass would point north to your heart. I move my chilled smile to warm hugs to show you, that even the thought of the destination, can change the traveller.
I make everything about you. Heck, I named my hard drive after you, my phone password is your name! I want you to circulate in my blood, leak out of my pores, I want to be drenched in the scent of you I do not get to smell.
I want you to notice me. I look at you at every turn, sit behind you, beside you, but I never truly do anything more. I want to write notes to you, draw cute little cartoons that in the future you’ll tell people we’ve just met about. Instead, you’ll remember me as this frizzy haired girl who h
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immersing my canvas,
calling your name
i am crawling the carpet
ignoring burns, cuts:
let the blood stain
you forecasted warm rain
to wash through
my digested chills--
[were you there
'Cause God Gave Me Flippers5'6" and can't wear heels'Cause God Gave Me Flippers by That1PersonYouForgot
'cause God gave me flippers.
He also blessed me with big bones
but I consider it a curse.
I've always wanted to fly
and I would settle with running,
but flippers are made for swimming.
I move too much
but lose so little-
Ever since I was a child
I've always been 'a little bit bigger'
than those pretty girls on the playground,
so I hid in the trees
and called the shade my home.
From an early age I learned
that jealously and anger were the answers
to everything in life,
so it was no surprise when I
cracked that one kid's head open
swore in gym class
kicked the bully
slapped my sister
pushed my mother
(And no one could figure out why)-
But I knew why;
mother and father stayed up
and all I can remember is
screaming, fighting, punching,
and mom would do one hell of a job
cleaning it up before the
government came to take us away.
The depression started in middle school
sometime around 4th grade,
when my anger
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Favorite genre of music: Anything Indie (except Indie Rock), Classic Country, Classical
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Favorite style of art: Literature
Music player of choice: iPod touch
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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.