|Mother, wife, gamer. IG: Drakon805 Anxiety/social anxiety/depression/chronic pain/migraine sufferer|
The pain in my chest, where my heart used to be, is burning and tearing at my insides.
The face of the pain is in the monstrous ways I have been treated.
Feeling damned by the horror in my mind, my thoughts so dark.
I lost hope of salvation when I lost the one, my last chance faded away with him.
His essence released back into the universe, leaving me behind to grasp at memories.
My thoughts are caught spinning and turning to the memories we shared.
The darkness surrounds me, the light that once saved me has burned out forever.
I am alone with these thoughts, dark and sinister filling my head with words and images.
This pain is endless, as endless as my thoug...
I want to feel your naked body next to mine.
I want to feel our bodies intertwined.
From the front to the back and side to side.
Until we switch our position, 69.
You always wait for yours until I get mine.
Your tongue is skilled and beyond devine.
Your fingers on my body, touching bare skin.
Fingers between my thighs, not ready to end.
You bring me to climax, inhibition free.
I want to feel your raw release inside of me.
I can feel you inside of me, it's been so long.
My dreams, replaying like a beautiful song.
You touched my heart and chiseled my mind.
Even through death we keep a tight bind.
When you see a single female, barbecuing for one, that is not an invitation for conversation. Especially when that single female has her headphones on, a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other. You can see she is lost in thought, writing something as she sits alone waiting for her dinner to finish on the grill. You don't need to walk up to her and ask what she's making for dinner or ask her where her man is. I was not aware a man was needed to barbecue. I am pretty sure interrupting her thought process while she was writing was annoying enough. Only to have the audacity to insinuate she needs a man. I am sorry to break it to you but most women can be the hunter/gatherer'...
You say your words come from inspiration.
Everyone can tell they are for recognition.
We hear the desperation in the things you write.
All we read is SEE ME, KEEP ME IN YOUR SIGHT.
You are hoping for a like, a shout-out, a repost.
You enjoy the comments and fake love the most.
You have lost your words in others works.
Just be yourself and know your worth.
Your mind is not a prison of thought.
Learn to teach, not just be taught.
Spill that ink with your own curves and lines.
Wrap your words in our heads like ropes and vines.
Let go of your doubts and your fears.
Stand beside your friends and peers.
Write your story the way only you can.
Share your words written with your own hand.
You left my mind spinning in circles, wondering what I did so wrong.
You damned my heart to eternal pain and dispair, I have been suffering for so long.
You showed me your angelic side while your monstrous side was tearing me apart, your truth hid your lies.
There is no salvation for me in sight, you were a true devil in disguise.
You imprinted yourself on my heart like swirls in marble.
Your painted your lies in my head like a true artist.
The memories of you are still swimming through my veins.
Your confidence and talent were almost priceless, you broke me in the end.
This girl came to me 2 years ago. Her owner was always upset that she would be on my lap and loving up on me. All summer long she would be on my lap as I typed away on my keyboard. Less than a year later her owner was evicted and left this poor girl and her brother behind. They both moved in one rainy day. Her brother decided he wanted to live with another family and since he was 16 years old he pretty much did what he wanted. He still loves with them, I see him from time to time.
This girl does not like most people. She is very picky about who can touch her or even just get close to her. She is going to be 13 years old this year. She has decided she likes to be outside and sleeps a...
Your lies, scrutinized by prying eyes.
Your lies, exposed by what you post online.
You can't hide the truth behind false lines.
The truth will surface in its own time.
Be original and honest in what you do.
Stay amazing, stay true, always be you.
Today we celebrate you in our special way.
Where ever you are in the universe, Happy Birthday.
Sending my love and thoughts to you.
I feel you in my heart and I hope you feel me too.
I miss you more with each memory that comes to pass.
I am look at your pictures fading behind the glass.
We miss you now more than ever.
One day closer to together forever.
Sitting outside with the cool summer breeze. The sun still shining just above the mountains. I am going through the photos I have of you. I miss you more and more each day. Your birthday is coming up soon and all I want is to see you celebrate another year. All I have left of you are pictures and videos stored on my phone and in the cloud. I share them with the kids from time to time. We talk about the good times we had with you. My heart breaks for them. We all miss you. We love you. The summer is not the same without you. We don't have the same kind of fun like we had with you. The days are just long and lonely. You have given the summer time blues new meaning.
My ancestors speak to me through my dreams.
The ancient spirits fill my head with knowledge.
I have seen you again and again while I sleep.
I see where you rest for eternity.
I miss you more as the days go by.
Your lies weigh heavy on my heart.
I can't get you out of my head.
Our souls are connected.
You live again in my dreams.
We lost you so suddenly.
Every night my guides lead me to you.
You live within us.
We miss you, I love you.
The day was hot and heating up with every passing minute. Alone in the shade, sitting on a bench was a man. He sat there cooling himself from the heat of the day. Observing all around him and taking notes. He admired the green grass of the park and watched the people as they dragged along in the heat. Time passed slowly in the midday sun. He saw a gardener maintaining the grounds. He saw the same gardener reach inside of a bush and pull out a briefcase. The gardener examined the case before quickly walking away. The man begins to follow behind the gardener who is now running down a slightly hidden path. He takes chase but before he can reach the gardener both he and the...
They sat together on the couch, watching a movie. His heart was beating fast. When should he tell her? It's never a good time for him to open up. He tries but the words won't come. When he finally gets a word out she interrupts him. It feels like she knows and won't let him say it out loud. He turns to her, nudging her arm. She smiles as she looks into his eyes. He begins to speak when she shushes him. He tries to speak again and she leans in, kissing him. He pushes herp away and finally speaks his truth. She pauses the movie, walks to the door, points and tells him to leave. The sweet feel of freedom on his paws as he relieves himself on his favorite tree.
The lights dimmed over your former vessel.
Lying there, holding a single rose.
A solo guitar player strums away.
Songs are sung for your eternal journey.
A final farewell reunites you with your baby.
Together once more and amongst us always.
You have become one with the universe.
Through all of the recent deaths.
Through the heart breaks.
Through the let downs.
Through the disappointments.
Through the struggles.
I put some good out in the universe.
I donated 14 inches of my hair.
I feel good knowing I helped someone.
My hair is not my own.
I grow it for others.
I got the news today.
The universe is taking you away.
I went to hospital to see you.
I have seen all you have been through.
I heard you ask for me by name.
I was there, it wasn't the same.
My heart breaks to lose you now.
I'm trying to be strong, I'm not sure how.
I know you are waiting for the last to show.
Once she's here you will go.
I will miss you each and every day.
Until the universe takes me away.
Love is fluid, always flowing, always changing. Love adapts and accepts.
Love is no stronger than hate.
Love builds, hate destroys.
Love is forever a fluid notion.
There are these dreams I have often. They come to me when I am having negative feelings about you. I miss you so much and sometimes I blame you for leaving us. Our journey had an expiration date. We didn't get our happy ending. I'm stuck here missing you. You found your ultimate destination. My time is spent waiting for the day I will become one with the universe. The day you and I will be complete once again, forever, just like it is in my dreams.
The evening rain comes sudden and hard. The sky roars loudly, crashing and flashing over head. Throwing lightning down on the ground as if giving a speech declaring war. The soil soaking up the harsh and judgemental water as it pummels the ground. The land takes the punishment, absorbing everything the rain throws at it until it has had enough. The moonlight hides from the temperamental sky, behind the darkest of clouds. The moon waits for the rain to calm so it can show all of its love to the water damaged land.
Wet little nose, a wiggly butt.
Long furry ears, paws smell like a corn nut.
He lies beneath the stars in the large open field. Three is no one around for miles and the only living things are the few animals out roaming around the field. The insects, the creepy crawlies and flying annoyances, make their presence known as well. He is too lost in thought to even notice what is going on around him. He is too deep in the memories of his past, the thoughts of his former lover playing like a movie in his head. It has been many years since their last touch, their last kiss, their last words to each other. He can still remember the feel of her skin, every little imperfection, the smell of her hair. He can still trace every curve of her body. He still sees ...
Beautifully unique by design.
Created to grow and morph.
To crawl, walk and fly.
Changes are often and sudden.
Adapting, accepting, living life.
Spreading wings, taking flight.
Butterflies are similar to us. The constant changing and growing. Adapting and accepting what is new or different in our lives. Learning to live in new ways. Sometimes we find ourselves so tightly wound in our cocoon and we just need to break free. Free ourselves from our every day lives, just take some time out for ourselves to remember our worth. Spread our wings and explore things we never dreamed of. Take an adventure, even if you never leave your city, county, state or country. Adve...
Born a state line away.
Growing up hours away from each other.
Moving to the same state at a young age.
Attending the same high school as teens.
Meeting at a dance.
Dating, marriage and children.
Growing old together.
She too her last breath first.
He took his last breath a few years later.
Together once again.
The short story of my grandparents lives.
The wind was howling as she ran through the field. Screaming his name. But he never looked. He kept on walking away as she slowed to a stop. Dropping to her knees and sobbing into her hands. It was then she realized the true consequences of her mistake. She knew he would never forgive her and this was going to be a part of his past he wouldn't be revisiting in his future. She was now alone, sobbing in the open field. She slowly gets up and walks back to the house. She doesn't bother to turn around, all hope of him returning walked out the door with him.
Today, remember, you are greater than the lack of sleep.
You are greater than the 6:30 am text from your oldest, adult daughter, asking what your best friend does to lose weight.
You are greater than the fact that you explained it to her in detail and her reply was "Oh".
You are greater than the 7 am "I just wanted to talk" phone call from a friend.
It is 8 am and today is still new.
Go make your tea, sit and reflect.
Remember, be great, do great, become great!
The rain knocks on the window.
The wind pounds on the door.
The cat under my blankets.
I sit alone staring outside.
Thoughts of you hold me hostage.
Your memories torment me.
Your touch haunts my dreams.
My pain is because of you.
The tears are falling.
My heart keeps breaking.
If I could touch you once more.
If I could hear a snippet of your voice.
If I could tell you I love you.
I'm cold, alone and missing you....
My country is freedom in chains.
Poisoned food to rot our brains.
We have an orange for a president.
The only place I wish to be a resident.
ALL ABOUT ME
My name is Sassie. I am 38 years old, I am from California, and here are a few of my favorite things:
Book The grass is always greener
over the septic tank
Sport Football (NFL)
TV Show Monty Pythons Flying Circus
Movie Monty Python Quest for the
Song/Album I'm seeing my father in me