Friday, August 26, 2011

Pain in my fairytale


My guilty escape
I want to vomit all my shame
It's through this screen 
It hurts, it still hurts, it hurts a lot
Numbing this down with chemicals
Painful to a surely bleeding


I'm too Naive
Darling your lies are my pleasure
It's bittersweet taste
I'm pissed as hell
I would gladly burn your acts straight to hell
I can't find the strand in me to hurt you
This is my torture chamber
I keep deluding myself to our nonexistent fairytale


I can't move
You've had me tied to your puppet strings
Hypnotized my mind
Cngratulations of being successful 
You are now my addiction
You & your pretty words

Pawn with no crown

Heartache
Avoid the Bastard
Pulling me in his mastery of tricks
THE stupid lamb for his prey
His majesty, He's the King
In a sea of us pawns with no precious crown
But at the palms of his hands
She'll be the queen I know
It stings like a sweet poison, but I take a gulp
NOTHING comforts my pain
Leftovers of the broken glass lashed onto me


I'm the ugly pawn, so unbeautiful and worn to the core
I'll never be the queen I know!
I'll never be part of the perfect couple
I'l never be the queen I know!
HE won't wince a DAMNED CARE
Heartache in my gut
I sacrifice my move and he'll NEVER CARE
I'm pleading on my knees, HIS majesty will NEVER LISTEN


Compare me to a helpless dog in a spiked leash
It is not & never will be me
He's not trying to say anything, 
My...HIS majesty's ulterior moves
My eyes green with envy
My poor eyesight's fogged 
Hide my feelings to spare & sacrifice in front of HIS majesty..
I want that precious jeweled crown
Take all of me please
He is not & never will be satisfied with little me...

Friday, March 18, 2011

I m p u l s e 
Mere Perceivance versus all chords
Never submit to the main vibe
One sided souls are shit piles
Star Stuck inside of me
Not through, Tangled up

Gold running through my veins
The Legends are hidden
The core is mine
Aim to breaking down
My heart beats

Clueless gaze upon the glassy glaze
Brainwashed deads epidemic
Proceed your routine
Hammer the picturisque
Maxed out gutters arent clean
Submit to chamber and repaint the scene
Tinker the erotique and give me your sweet diss

Cards played out over
Lockless savory
Dance to frustration posessed
Risk is sexier my hater
Attracted to my danger shaky wits
Shaky wits

Strong armoured suit
Kick the crawling fragile stalls
Assure I am alive in that whirlpool inside
Nails grinding harder
My burning pleasures are fleeting
And bombing my brain
Bombing strain
My Impulse
(Image Credit to Beautiful-views.com)

Monday, February 7, 2011

The Perfect Periwinkle Dress




I am walking in the cold, and glistening wet night of New York City.
It is The Greatest City, The Big Apple, and The Land of my Dreams.
My eyes dilate like sparkling brown gems,
While I take every step wearing my dark jade green pumps,
Just radiating, just content, just proud, and just strutting.
As I glance after one glamorous store display after another,
I giggle.
I pass by the warmly scented Yankee Doodle Candle store,
I run.
I see the Victoria Secret sweet pink display of delicate lace,
I walk,
I arrive at the unique boutique of clothing,
I glance twice.
Almost unconsciously, I pause my tracks on the glossy pavement,
And my brown gems open more widely as a big tingle of fireworks takes over,
I scream.
It is as if the heavens guided me to my destiny as I see the sparkling display of MY Perfect Periwinkle Cocktail Dress.
In front of me,
Separated by a thin unstained glass,
By a black border,
And shimmering display of colorful lights.
The man who knelt on his knees and asked me to be his forever decides to ruin the moment.
My cell phone is ringing.
I squeal.
Breathlessly, I shout to myself, “He is definitely in for a surprise!”
This is THE Perfect Periwinkle Cocktail Dress,
THE Perfect Periwinkle Cocktail Dress for our engagement party.
(Image Credit to creesandcoedolls.stirsite.com beautiful Princess Diana Periwinkle Wax Doll)