i really like your pictures... the colours etc.
my favourite is probably the mustard, which is weird maybe but i can't stop staring at it. (if that is mustard)
thank you
it is mustard.
my mother hates that picture. so it's nice someone appreciates the beauty i found in the mustard bottle
here are some poems i've written.
i like to think that i'm good at that too
Days like these
I hide beneath a veneer of happiness
And on days like these
I hopelessly endure what can't be said aloud
Sometimes I can't find the strength
To say that they were wrong
Because what if this is my fault
I think, what if this is my fault?
Days like these
I crawl into my mind and stay right there
Because days like these
Are always my worst nightmare
I try and forget
But you're there in my dreams
There in my hallway
Where you did this to me.
I can pretend
That I'm ok, sometimes
But on days like these I can't
Because days like these
I have to stay in bed
Because I can't put on my pants.
I can't let this get to me
But I say how
When I let you into me
How then, can I put up these walls
They didn't stop you before
They won't stop you anymore
On days like these
On days like these
My body aches
My body hurts
My body waits.
I turn on, what little wit I have
To smile at Mom, when she laughs
But it means nothing
Because I'm so damn cold
I'm still here. Underneath the folds
"You're looking better,
You want something to eat?"
I smile or nod. She can't be beat
I'll throw it up later, I can't keep it down
You hated me for that, you always frowned.
It's always my fault
Never yours, always mine
One days like these
I try and unwind
I try and forget, your lips at my throat
Your breath in my ear, you said; and I quote
"On a day like this, when it's raining outside,
You'll stay in bed, and you'll know just why."
On days like these, he said
I wouldn't move
Because on days like these
You were in my room
In my bed, on the floor
Always mad, wanting more
On days like these, you made me cry
I'll never forgive you
And you'll know why
On days like these, when it's raining outside
I shout and curse you
But it's not worth my time
On days like these
I lie in bed and say
It's all in my head.
It's all in my head...
-Days Like TheseThe best night that I had
Was the worst day I had too
I held your hand in this dark house
You smoked and laughed in Hailey's room
You ask if I'm ok
I like, though I wish I hadn't
You roll your eyes, put your leg between mine
And act like nothing happened
I try to be strong for me
And I try to be perfect for you
One of these days they'll even out
And I'll get even too
This shit you put me through
It's bad enough I said I'm in love
And worse that I said it to you
-Said It To Youand if you haven't heard of
sixwordmemoirs.comit's really cool. memoirs in six short words.
i've done a couple
A Christian Boy. Gay and scared.
Hated Him, then hated Me more.
Played with Barbies. Couldn't have guns.
hope you enjoy the work i post everyone
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