Speak my Name 4 'revamped' by Torn-Rapture, literature
Literature
Speak my Name 4 'revamped'
I awoke. My hair tangled next to hers, my light blonde on her shimmering blue black was a beautiful contrast. I watched her chest move up and down slowly as I held her loosely in my arms. A stream of sunlight crept in from the gap between her velvet curtains, and fell on her, as though she where an angel. I indulged and let my hands caress her face and her neck. I kissed her soft as a butterfly on her neck, it was like falling in love with her all over again. I reminisced last night emotions, the way I had fallen so deeply in love with her, without caring about the terrible consequences that could've laid, just around the corner. Sighing I
I awoke. My hair tangled next to hers, my light blonde on her shimmering blue black was a beautiful contrast. I watched her chest move up and down slowly as I held her loosely in my arms. A stream of sunlight crept in from the gap between her velvet curtains, and fell on her, as though she where an angel. I slowly pulled the covers off of me and slid carefully out of her bed. I almost banged my head on her wrought iron headboard as I stood up. I crawled into my jeans and slipped my baggy t-shirt back over myself. Looking back down on her, I kissed her softly on the mouth. She stirred, turning onto her side and her ocean eyes opened. They dart
As I stood holding her, I forgot all time. I didn't think that me being there could endanger my life, or even Caspers. I could feel her, so solidly in my arms, the warmth radiating off of her, made me forget all the rivalry, every fear that we had ever spoke to each other and every tears that had merged together as we realised that we where not allowed to be. I gave up the embrace only when she pulled away. She slipped her gloved hand in mine, and she started to ascend the stairs into the party that raged inside.
"I can't.." I whispered. "It's to risky." Her eyes lowered as tears began to well up.
"Their all so preoccupied. I know you want
The girl I loved was standing before me. In her long delicate pale fingers she held a cigarette, or a joint, that was half way to going out because of the chill of the wind. She stood alone. Her beautiful, long black hair blew across her face, masking it. As I looked at her, her stunning blue eyes shone with glee, she quickly stubbed out her joint with a high heeled boot that was controlled by a slender yet pale leg. Her luscious painted lips smiled up at me as I walked down the steps in my heavy black boots. I must have shown it in my eyes that I'd missed her because she flung her arms around my neck. Her hip bone grazed against mine in the
Where will we go?
After all the streets have been pounded
And all my love has been sounded
Who will I turn to?
As my heart is breaking
And as I stand here shaking.
I promised you
A little bit of a part of me
I promised you
That I would wait forever,
And as I broke my promise I,
Promised you
I would remain forver, drowning in my tears,
Can't help thinking about that time,
As you ripped me into shreads,
Every bond that connected us,
You broke and pretended not to care,
What next in our tradegy?
I agologised and hoped you rememeber,
You gave me so much hope,
It almost killed me,
I promised you
A little bit of a part
Living with these thoughts by Torn-Rapture, literature
Literature
Living with these thoughts
My imagination runs wild with thoughts,
My body craves the lust we held before,
Lips on hips and hips on lips,
Shyly slipping deep inside of me,
Passion that whispers only your name,
As your hands stroke my body,
Feeling their way,
Sighs that are shed with amazing craze,
Entangled limbs creating a maze,
Softly suckling the soft skin on your neck,
Leaving deepest bruises that are secrets we make,
And whispers that promise never to break.
Windows suddenly open and I see your soul,
The burning, yearning, craving, your whole,
Forever to be,
Just one with me,
And I hear you sigh,
I love you.
But for how long...
I hope that I am almost dead
Instead of all this pain,
I hope the didn't slip,
But cut my jugular vein,
It mingles with my pouring tears
And surges from my wrist,
It stains the silver a bright red,
Because I miss your kiss,
Your beauty is too great for words,
The love I felt was true,
And every mirror I look in,
All I see is you,
So I jumped into the looking glass,
And there you held me tight,
The stars glimmered in your hair,
Although it wasn't night,
But soon I saw that you did fade,
And I was left so cold,
No-one that loved me now,
And no-one I could hold.
So everytime I see myself,
In that looking glass,
I see you to
She's eating her food with a bent burned spoon,
Inside her the issues seem to bloom,
In the next room her mums tripping on acid,
The milk she drinks is sour and rancid,
Her mothers throwing possessions around,
Anything really not bolted to the ground,
Alcoholic, Drug addict, suicidal, dead,
The child's hunger is rarely feed.
She's watching her brother popping pills,
Not realising what he takes can kill,
He collapses and she picks up the bottle,
Ambulances drive full-throttle,
The little girl barely survives,
But her brothers thoroughly alive,
He doesn't regret she nearly died,
He'll go and do it night after night.
Her father h
Missing you so badly,
I really need you here,
To hold me and protect me,
Cant you sense my fear?
The Silent screams that pierce my blood,
Are yearning just for you,
Though your miles away,
Cant you feel it too?
Lumps form in my throat,
And tears splash down and drip,
My heart is breaking softly,
Cant you hear it rip?
My voice that doesn't sound like mine,
Its unearthly and so shrill,
Taking drugs to stop the pain,
Cant you taste the pill?
Piercing me with voodoo pins,
Like the words you said,
Can't you see the razorblade?
Slowly turning red.
I sometimes wonder why,
I put someone before you,
I sometimes sit and cry,
Because it's all my fault,
I sometimes over look,
The people that mean most,
I sometimes wish I took,
The time to apologise,
I sometimes hurt inside,
And cover it all up,
I sometimes wish I'd tried,
To keep our friendship there,
But all the time I know,
That I was in the wrong,
And wish I didn't throw,
Everything away,
And maybe if you read,
This poem that I wrote,
Maybe you will see,
How sorry I truely am.
I have not been on this account for months and months.
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THANK YOU
So I have been absent from DA for a while. I believe that I've had a bit of a mental block when it comes to poetry, and the better digital camera I was expecting for Christmas decided not to turn up, thank you Santa!!
So I've come to a bit of a headway with my art. I'm hoping to take a new turn with poems but I don't know where my brain is heading with this. I found some REALLY old poems, convieniently, and am now working on up-dating them.
My computer is also in the process of being re-formatted because some delightful person gave me a virius, which was most kind of them I admit. So therefore I have lost all poems and prose I was working
so I'm on my boyfriends computer and I think I'll listen to music.
So I click on windiws media player, and there's a playlist labelled Holly (who is my boyfirneds "friend" who happens to call him once a week to complain about how crap her life is, and who he also has a picture of on his bedroom wall.)So out of interest I click on it, and it has EVERY song that he ever told me was the way he felt about ME there. Everything from Swing Life Away to Beautiful to IOU One Galaxy to Better Together.
And there was a playlist labelled Aymie and it was empty.
Ouch.