I have been going through my entries and I must say my writing has developed over time. Although I do write crappy stuff still. It happens.
So keep an eye out for new stuff


Who am I?Throughout my life I had been told what to do, what to wear, what not to wear, but most of all I was told who to be. When I reached the age of 13 I began to question this logic that had been imbedded in me since I was born. Like most 13-year-olds I wondered who I really was. Of course that question had been answered long ago. I just didn’t know it.Who am I?
“Mom, do you ever wonder who you are?” “Everyone does,” my mother responded in a sweet voice. “I know who you are already. But it’s up to you to figure it out.” After she spoke I simply nodded and walked slowly back to my room. I sat on my bed replaying what she had


Loves PoisionIt is human nature to want love It is human nature to want to feel loved It is human nature to make mistakes when in loveLoves Poision
The love I have fallen into is the dangerous kind the kind where people get hurt and people hurt you
It is forbidden for me to love this person but it is love that drives me on
I know not what will happen but I know that if someone is hurt or if I am hurt I will look back to the day I feel in love with him and remember that it was worth it
it was worth the pain
worth the agony worth the hatred worth


Childish SinBeneath my skin, something's breathing, something's leading my heart astray. Teething and bleeding, I stay, locked inside this childish sin. This insatiable desire, hunger so deep, a million tears could not give hope. It's over.Childish Sin
It kisses and it needs, it touches your hand, and you will melt on my tongue and I'll move out of the way, in the hope that this will fade and slip away, like the lights melt into the river.
However, I believe, that you owe me a dance. So take this moment, and step int
The Rebel -
im not a spammers
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Born in the Wrong Decade
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DesigN Is PleasuRe
~MMUindonesia
~Nikon-Minded
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Bailan mis dedos en el tiempo y las notas en el aire de las cuerdas de mi guitarra dibujan tu figura en mi memoria
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