The Game ~ Jake, Jinxx and CC S-M-U-TJinxx's POVJake looked down at me, casting his shadow in the darkness of the bedroom.Like usal, we're all drunk and a bit high."Damn you're tall!" I said, looking up so far I fell on my ass. Jake giggled."You're so short!" he replied, scuffing my head with a strong hand."You shuddup!" I hissed."No you!" he yelled.A smile broke over my face, remembering what I used to do to bullied in school when made fun of.I leaned forward and grabbed his ankle, tugging with all my might untill he stumbled back and fell, hitting the wall."Prick!" he cried, holding his head.Feeling bad, I helped him up. Onece again standing atleast 2 heads shorter then him."Is there a banana shoved in your front or are you just happy to see me?" I giggled, noticing something between his legs."Quit looking!" He turned to the wall, lookikng down over his sholder."It was an accidentttt" I said "C'mon."He whipped his hair stripperishly, we broke down giggling like drunk little girls.(-COUGHCOUGHLIKEHEDKNOWCO
honestly i double dog dare youhey girl, lets play truth or dare.well, im never honest but okay. truth.how do you feel about me?uh, i meant dare.i dare you to tell the truthhow about you go first?okay, truth.truth: when you toss quarters into kitchen sinks, do you wish i would die in your arms just so you could brag at my funeral how you were the last person to hold me? </i>no, i wish all your clothes would turn to trash and your tears turn into the sandbox beach under my naked toes. truth or dare? dare.dare: i dare you to kidnap jejune jewelry from clamorous clamshells and request luxury via newspaper ransom notes.my blistered feet and sunburnt heart have more bruises than your callous romance, but i will try. for you. truth or dare?truth.truth: if there was a snowstorm outside my window, would you strangle the shadows and rescue me from my fear?no. id shovel up those pinstriped
What is Love?What is Love?:What is love but a simple impulseAn electrical signal that comes from the brain.What is love but a debilitating sicknessIt weakens us utterly from the waves of pain.To what do we owe the pleasure of loveDoes it come from a matter of personal taste?To what do we owe the pain of loveAs though all of our efforts are put to waste...Why do we seek to fall in loveIs it because we fear a death alone?Or perhaps there is a darker reasonOne for which we need to atone...Rationalise carefully, your reason for lovePerhaps the truth is deeper than you think.Is your partner a genuine object of affectionOr simply a piece of the missing link?Love can be a wonderous anchorIt brings us down to the safety of sanityBut abuse it once, and you will sufferSuch is the gift of humanity..."Yet even with these weighty words, I am still a slave to love..."-Chen Yuan Wen, 25th April 2012
LapisI wanted to dress herin cool, sky blue lapisso she would remember my eyesand ivory so fragilethat the thin air would break,and gold sashes to circle her thighs.I wanted to bring hercool orange blossom waterto feed her dates sugared in wine,and figs ripe with honeythat sweetened her fingersand fresh berries that burst on the vine.I wanted to teach herthe language of loversin words that would capture her soul,with lush crimson notesand filigree silverwith a heart grown brazen and bold.
Her Cold LipsHer Cold Lips:She watches me, as I bid my friends goodbyeHer cold hands creep along my shouldersthey tell me that she is thereand that she will never let me go...We're in my room now, away from the outsideI know that she doesn't like the sunOften, she prefers to observe me from the shadowsbut I think she doesn't like the others coming close...We're beneath the covers now, panting softlyher cold body pressed against mineHer lips are completely devoid of warmthand yet they taste so rousingly sweetA haunting, a haunter and the hauntedTwo of us now entwined beneath the ruffled sheetsWe cross a barrier that should not be brokeneach and every night, as her softly tongue slips gently over mine...It's dark now and she continues to smileHer chest does not rise and fall, for she does not breatheShe suffocates me and yet I can't bear to let her goShe clings to me and yet I am equally drawnIt's daytime now and she has vanishedbut I know she will return when the sun has
Edward.I think, At some point,Everyone dreams of finding..An Edward.Someone whose name you call, or whisper.And he's right there waiting.Someone who hums a lullaby,And holds you close, as you drift off.Someone who seems to just glitter, in the Sunlight,Whose eyes are often Topaz,Warm,And Reassuring.Someone who takes you to dinner,And ignores the pretty waitress.Someone who follows you,Watches you always,Secretly, Just to be sure..You're always okay.Someone Romantic,Yet has a good sense of humor.Someone Ancient, Yet Young.Who'll save your life, No matter what.Who cries when you're injured.Someone who cleans out even the deadliest wounds,However impossibly hard it may be.Someone to take you to your prom,Dispite your complaints,Who teaches you to waltz,As you stand on his feet.Someone who just knows when it's time.When forever really means forever.And takes you away,For years to come....
Ear DropsHe has my lips numb with promises and my ears ringing prophecy so it is all I can do all I can do to hold fast to this chaotic car o u s e l beat. ing r a i n b o w e
I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:Just give me a chance alright, I'll explainTo me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.The way you laugh, the way you smile;We got along great back then, even if we don't now.And to be honest, I miss that...You had the most lovely silky smooth hairYou'd give me the cutest anime girl smileI wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,Hell you got me started on the whole thing.You were fantastic at drawing tooMan I was always jealous of that talent,And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.I wish that you could have been a professional.I would have bought your book every month y'know...You encouraged me to write.Back when my stories were shit,Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.Now just let me finish alright?I know that you won't speak to me.That's okay, I admit to being an ass,But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod
Love letter to myself.Small handed girl,you've written the truthof your scars wherever there'sspace to write itand I love you.They painted overthe rape you wrote abouton the front door ofyour Uncle's houseand I love you.They took the floorboardsof your bedroom out where you'dcarved the shape of yourfather's fist into theirvarnished surfaceand I love you.You shook the sand ofyour fifteenth birthday out ofyour hair and into a jaryou keep under the bed toremember a girl with crookedteeth and bony knees whofled and flewand I love you.You've built yourself into afortress with nothing but yourfingernails and shredded skinand you let him in when hewaited by the door instead offorcing his wayand I love you.
Waking NightmareYeah ummm... The Poetry is the picture... Sorry Nothing to see here in the box...