A peephole-of-a-look inside my mind, where I explore my creativity. This is an outlet for me to express myself through my writing, poetry, photography & things that inspire me.
Monday, January 30, 2012
My love for you flourishes inside me, deep inside my core;
Our love is so uniquely special, so divinely pure.
This lustful disease fills my being, flows through my veins;
It seems the only sounds I hear are the syllables of your name.
Your arms are meant to hold me, our fingers intertwine;
My lips are meant to declare one thing,
Your ears hear me whisper "you're mine".
You inject me with positivity, with you I feel so sure;
I'm strung out on love, oh tu est mon amour .
Your powerful soul captivates me, moves my every bone;
There's no way I'd ever leave your side, don't ever leave me alone.
For when I was lost in the darkness, it was you who took me home.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
Maybe somethings we are not meant to forget,
Maybe I am not entitled for anyone to forgive.
Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
Shadows over my shoulder with blacken evil twig of fingers
Oh, my regret.
Reaching out to spook me by poking me with a tap;
But isn't it that we make our own shadows?
Oh, I just want to live.
Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
But even in the light,
The shadows will be easier to see.
Is it that that the past will always be there;
Oh, how it lingers.
It's like it will remain no matter how I walk away;
Is it something that I lack?
Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
My ole ball and chain.
Will I ever make things right?
I look down in despair at my feet;
Only to see the ashamed stems of my shadowed past.
My feet begin to move faster but she never goes away.
Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
My legs begin a full stride.
But even if I swallow all my pride,
She will never fade away.
I face my shadowy demons head on;
A mirror shades of grey.
Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
As I find that I have run through an alley way.
Oh, my back is against the wall.
Will my past still haunt my present;
Leaving my future with no soul,
No hope at all.
Maybe somethings we are not meant to forget,
Maybe I am not entitled for anyone to forgive.
Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
Shadows over my shoulder with blacken evil twig of fingers
Oh, my regret.
Reaching out to spook me by poking me with a tap;
But isn't it that we make our own shadows?
Oh, I just want to live.
Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
But even in the light,
The shadows will be easier to see.
Is it that that the past will always be there;
Oh, how it lingers.
It's like it will remain no matter how I walk away;
Is it something that I lack?
Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
My ole ball and chain.
Will I ever make things right?
I look down in despair at my feet;
Only to see the ashamed stems of my shadowed past.
My feet begin to move faster but she never goes away.
Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
My legs begin a full stride.
But even if I swallow all my pride,
She will never fade away.
I face my shadowy demons head on;
A mirror shades of grey.
Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
As I find that I have run through an alley way.
Oh, my back is against the wall.
Will my past still haunt my present;
Leaving my future with no soul,
No hope at all.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
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