

Heart Nurturing ClawsI tire of my feelings, And then I stick them in a box. I put a hammer in my hand, Then I hear my feeling trying to talk.Heart Nurturing Claws
They are telling me that Im not seeing The truth and what Im stealing From myself, from what Im dealing In this world of heart grabbing claws
And those vile nurturing demons.
I ignore the voices And I grasp the hammer tight, Raise my freedom over my hand And then I see a shadow in sight.
Beware the demon, it is coming, It is terrible, you should be shunning. Keep us alive, dont you se


Pour Some Water on the GroundThere is a cloud that has no rain, He does not cry like his friends Who let their emotions take away their pain.Pour Some Water on the Ground
This cloud, this lonely cloud, Cannot cry and therefore he might die For those without rain will vanish Into the sky as well will he.
He won’t make the green grow.
He won’t make the rivers flow, For he can’t even make a wind blow.
A lonely little cloud as he Is all that he ever could be.
Because, you see, the other clouds have up and left him. Their abhor even goes as far
As to them sending their breezes to ridicule him


The LoveBound to this charisma, Of your ecstasy of life, But you, my love, my dear, Are a question mark, That holds no fear.The Love
When you smile I wake up, From a sleep that can, Only be defined, As wasted time, in vain, that prospers, But you, I love to make laugh. To make happy, like a contract, That I signed in blood.
The love, the love, the love, How do I know, how am I sure? When it feels like I’m bathing in syrup, In front of a hive, in front of a setup, To make a heart stung.
The guilt of this in my head, Is growing oh so


All My Shame All My SinI can tell you I'm a monster. I can tell you I'm a thief. I've stolen hearts and never gave them back as they were all shattered by my hands, and all I can do is write a silly poem. I've bore sin all my life. I've raped souls with simple words and never took a second look. I can tell you I'm a poet though I'veAll My Shame All My Sin
never known what that means. I've written books full of anguish and self-pity and never stopped to think how it all really seems.
I've been a lover with the sharpest edges known to man. I've been a hunter with no mercy in my hands.
I've tortured heart and soul wi


to make a metaphorWhat does it take to make a metaphor?to make a metaphor
My best friend told me I was New Jersey, Where the only thing that matters more than our malls, Are our shows in the city and down the shore; Our late night/early morning diner talks, When we consume each other, Over black coffee and a piece of chocolate cake.
My first boyfriend said “baby you’re cancer”, after knowing me for a week. He told me that everything I touched I destroyed: You have the power and talent to make things seems bad, You ruin people’s lives with those shy smiles; They’ll never be how they used to be,  
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