Your hands reach out to mine, our fingers interlock and a connection is made , a connection I'm never going to break, for you, sir, are taking over my heart, obtaining complete power over my mind and soul.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
However did I manage to catch an angel such as you? I have only ever dreamt about finding someone as caring, as special, as wonderful as you. Everytime I see you my heart skips a beat, the heart that belongs to you, and will continue to be yours for the rest of my life.
Without you, I feel incomplete, I need to be held in your strong arms, to know that I am safe from the evils of the world. I long for you soft embrace, your sweet lips carressing mine, your eyes exploring the depths of my soul as you gaze into mine.
You are my oxygen. You are my thoughts. You are my world. Without you life is meaningless.
Stay by my side forever? I know with you there with me, every day will be perfect, every moment a treasure, every second worth every obstacle we would have to cross to reach that point.
I know I'm falling in love with you.
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Friday, 5 November 2010
Misunderstood.
We wait, in the calm of desolation, wanting to break, break free of the confusion that covers our minds like a layer of snow covering the ground, spinning our minds in never ending circles of self doubt.
We sleep, falling into the depths of isolation, and dream, beautiful fairytale dreams that make us long for them to be reality, trying not to wake from the daydream of illusion we love to engulf ourselves into.
How can I feel abandoned, even when the world surrounds me? Every eye rips a part of my dignity from me, makeing me feel more alone and rejected than I have ever felt, a tiny part of my soul being taken from me as every second goes by.
How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me? Every kind word, as few of them as there are, is thrown back, taken as offence rather than comfort, another way of getting into my head and messing it up, turning me against myself into a sick and twisted person.
How can I know so many, never really knowing anyone? All these people, all these faces, all these names, I know them all, I know the tone of voice they talk to me in, and yet I know nothing about them. Only the cruel comments that stab me.
The words challenge the essence of my soul, testing if I'm strong enough, leaving me in a state of disconnection, from myself, from the world, from my heart. I try to navigate my maze of self control, the routes getting smaller and more complex as i yearn to find the middle.
Everything is twisted. In my mind, I'm playing a lion being lead to a cage, I've turned from sureal to seclusion, from love to disdain, from belief to delusion, from a thief to a begger, from a god to God save me...
We sleep, falling into the depths of isolation, and dream, beautiful fairytale dreams that make us long for them to be reality, trying not to wake from the daydream of illusion we love to engulf ourselves into.
How can I feel abandoned, even when the world surrounds me? Every eye rips a part of my dignity from me, makeing me feel more alone and rejected than I have ever felt, a tiny part of my soul being taken from me as every second goes by.
How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me? Every kind word, as few of them as there are, is thrown back, taken as offence rather than comfort, another way of getting into my head and messing it up, turning me against myself into a sick and twisted person.
How can I know so many, never really knowing anyone? All these people, all these faces, all these names, I know them all, I know the tone of voice they talk to me in, and yet I know nothing about them. Only the cruel comments that stab me.
The words challenge the essence of my soul, testing if I'm strong enough, leaving me in a state of disconnection, from myself, from the world, from my heart. I try to navigate my maze of self control, the routes getting smaller and more complex as i yearn to find the middle.
Everything is twisted. In my mind, I'm playing a lion being lead to a cage, I've turned from sureal to seclusion, from love to disdain, from belief to delusion, from a thief to a begger, from a god to God save me...
Don't Forget Your Crayons.
The government have released a decree to send all mentally challenged members of the public to a more secluded part of the world in an attempt to make Britain look more intelligent for the Olympics. It is not yet known how long these individuals will spend away from the rest of society.
I switched the channel as my heart sank. Oh, my little retard friend. How could they do this to you? All because they want the country to seem more 'intelligent' for their precious olympics. I hope they don't find you. I hope you stop your brain from making you say somthing completely stupid. Actually, its you, that won't happen.
Just run. Run away from this place, run to somewhere they accept retards like you as a normal human beings. Erm... okay that limits your choices. You can still try.
But know, my darling, that we will always be here for you, and you will always be in our hearts, no matter how far you have to run, no matter how far away from us you have to go. We love you and will always remember you, as if you never left us.
Either that or we could masacre the government.
Dedicated to the wonderful Emily Margret Russel Harrow, who, if this story were true, would be utterly screwed.
I switched the channel as my heart sank. Oh, my little retard friend. How could they do this to you? All because they want the country to seem more 'intelligent' for their precious olympics. I hope they don't find you. I hope you stop your brain from making you say somthing completely stupid. Actually, its you, that won't happen.
Just run. Run away from this place, run to somewhere they accept retards like you as a normal human beings. Erm... okay that limits your choices. You can still try.
But know, my darling, that we will always be here for you, and you will always be in our hearts, no matter how far you have to run, no matter how far away from us you have to go. We love you and will always remember you, as if you never left us.
Either that or we could masacre the government.
Dedicated to the wonderful Emily Margret Russel Harrow, who, if this story were true, would be utterly screwed.
Thursday, 4 November 2010
Bittersweet Memories
Her eyes flittered open as she stared around at the strange walls she was enclosed in. Her head throbbed as she looked to the side to examine her prison cell. Every heartbeat drummed in her head, increasing the pain the engulfed her body with every beat.
No one would hear her scream.
Her arms felt heavy as she tried to sit up. Nothing. She turned her head to the side, the pain making her gasp as it pulsed through her body. Her eyes widened in fear as she noticed the black slithers of iron pinning her in position, daring her to struggle, to use up her energy trying to escape. She whined, her head protesting as she jerked violently to escape. If only she could see him once more, feel his soft lips upon hers, feel his strong hands holding her close to him....
A tear escaped her cheek, his face a clear image in her mind. Her heart lurched as she thought of how he kissed her, how his eyes danced when he gazed into hers. How he'd used her and thrown her out into the streets to fend for herself. And now here she was, alone and afraid, waiting for something to happen to put her out of the excruciating pain that consumed her.
Footsteps. Each step echoed in her head, growing louder and louder as they got closer. Maybe it was him, maybe he had realised how wrong and lonely he was, had found out where she was and come to save her, to take the pain away from her. Her heart beat faster as her eyes grew hopeful, antisipating the arrival of the stranger who approached her.
The door opened painfully slowly, emmiting a squeek that sent a shiver down her spine. The stranger was tall, clothed in a long, black leather jacket and wearing a hat which covered his eyes. He limped slightly as he came towards her, and a familiar smell greeted her nose. She knew that smell. She knew that walk. It was him! her eyes lit up and she smiled as her eyes connected with his.
He had changed since the last time she saw him. His eyes were cold and hard, there was no fire in them like she remembered. Her smile faded. She longed to touch him, to show him she still loved him, for him to accept her again. He leaned over her, looking deep into her eyes. She caught her breath, antiscipating his next move. Slowly, he moved back one of the folds of the jacket, and slipped his hand into one of the inside pockets. She closed her eyes, waiting for the same hand to touch her skin.
But no such feeling came. Just a pain that took all breath from her body and thoughts from her mind. Her eyes clouded red, before fluttering delecately closed as her last breath left her body
"I love you."
Her head drooped, and her heart beat no more. He dropped to his knees, her heart resting upon her sleeve, and he began to weep.
No one would hear her scream.
Her arms felt heavy as she tried to sit up. Nothing. She turned her head to the side, the pain making her gasp as it pulsed through her body. Her eyes widened in fear as she noticed the black slithers of iron pinning her in position, daring her to struggle, to use up her energy trying to escape. She whined, her head protesting as she jerked violently to escape. If only she could see him once more, feel his soft lips upon hers, feel his strong hands holding her close to him....
A tear escaped her cheek, his face a clear image in her mind. Her heart lurched as she thought of how he kissed her, how his eyes danced when he gazed into hers. How he'd used her and thrown her out into the streets to fend for herself. And now here she was, alone and afraid, waiting for something to happen to put her out of the excruciating pain that consumed her.
Footsteps. Each step echoed in her head, growing louder and louder as they got closer. Maybe it was him, maybe he had realised how wrong and lonely he was, had found out where she was and come to save her, to take the pain away from her. Her heart beat faster as her eyes grew hopeful, antisipating the arrival of the stranger who approached her.
The door opened painfully slowly, emmiting a squeek that sent a shiver down her spine. The stranger was tall, clothed in a long, black leather jacket and wearing a hat which covered his eyes. He limped slightly as he came towards her, and a familiar smell greeted her nose. She knew that smell. She knew that walk. It was him! her eyes lit up and she smiled as her eyes connected with his.
He had changed since the last time she saw him. His eyes were cold and hard, there was no fire in them like she remembered. Her smile faded. She longed to touch him, to show him she still loved him, for him to accept her again. He leaned over her, looking deep into her eyes. She caught her breath, antiscipating his next move. Slowly, he moved back one of the folds of the jacket, and slipped his hand into one of the inside pockets. She closed her eyes, waiting for the same hand to touch her skin.
But no such feeling came. Just a pain that took all breath from her body and thoughts from her mind. Her eyes clouded red, before fluttering delecately closed as her last breath left her body
"I love you."
Her head drooped, and her heart beat no more. He dropped to his knees, her heart resting upon her sleeve, and he began to weep.
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