A dream. A romance. A love. In Words. I think you prefer when the world "together" means not "a million," but just two.

  Startseite
  Über...
  Archiv
  Poems to Louis
  Gästebuch
  Kontakt
 

  Abonnieren
 


I was one of the insatiables. The ones you'd always find sitting closest to the screen. Why do we sit so close? Maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first. When they were still new, still fresh. Before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us. Before they'd been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator; until worn out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp, it returned to the projectionist's cabin. Maybe, too, the screen was really a screen. It screened us... from the world.

http://myblog.de/poems.to.louis

Gratis bloggen bei
myblog.de





The Last Goodbye

"The Last Goodbye"

I don't believe you
And I never will
Oh I can't live by your side
With the lies you've tried to instill
I can't take anymore
I dont have to give you a reason
For leaving this time
Coz this is my last goodbye

It's like I hardly know you
But maybe I never did
It's like every emotion you showed me
You kept well hid
And every true word that you ever spoke
Was really deceiving
Now I'm leaving this time
Coz this is my last goodbye

I've gotta turn and walk away
I don't have anything left to say
I haven't already said before
I've grown tired of being used
And I'm sick and tired of being accused
Now I'm walking away from you
And I'm not coming back
Isabelle am 7.9.08 13:51


Werbung


<3

Ich habe so wahnsinnige Angst um ihn ...
Isabelle am 11.8.08 23:45


Illusions in the Night

Meeting in dim light. Talking in the darkness,
kissing within a dancing crowd.

Riding home on the swings of the breaking light.
Morning light. A paper. A bottle of water.

Taking off each others clothes, discovering secrets
within two skins, pressing against each other.

Love in the semi-darkness of the morning.
Making love to a stranger, really.

Feeling alone afterwards.
Feeling alone forever.
Isabelle am 10.8.08 23:41


Evening

And while I rode through the night's dew air, I felt all world's happiness on my face.
I felt the happiness on my skin and now wait for it to get into my heart ...
Isabelle am 29.7.08 00:32


-.-

This fucking chaos all the time ...
Isabelle am 6.7.08 23:41


A Song

Lie with me.
Sleep with me.
Dream with me.

Crawl like a spider.
All over my body.
Wind your legs around my waist.

Get down with me.
Hit me.
Scratch my back.

...
Isabelle am 26.6.08 23:27


Craving ...

He hit me.
He hit me hard.
I liked it. I loved it. I hit back.

He revealed himself.
I liked it.
I loved his belly.

I imagined to kiss him.
Bite him. His lips.
Kiss him hard.

I want him.
Want him in such a way.
Pain, love, despair, desire, sex.

I wanna fuck him.
Fuck his brains out.
Want to be fucked by him.

Hard. In such a way.
Isabelle am 15.6.08 02:17


[erste Seite] [eine Seite zurück]  [eine Seite weiter]



Verantwortlich für die Inhalte ist der Autor. Dein kostenloses Blog bei myblog.de! Datenschutzerklärung
Werbung