Because you have never been right... You left and all I thought, Every single f*cking night, Was how difficult I must have been. How much I must have messed with you, For you to leave so easily. For months, I was bruised and battered, Every single piece of us scattered, As if I had never … Continue reading Left
Maybe that’s why I get hurt.
I was prepared to be your biggest fan. I had the World in my hand, and I was ready to give it to you. My heart had never felt so full, the world was no longer so dull. My sight in technicolour. I could have been your biggest fan, but it was never enough for … Continue reading For the One who I would have given the World. (Spoken Word)
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I see bees, working in the hive, grateful for their lives, thanking God that they’re alive. Bees, buzzing in the breeze, making most of the day, dodging all the leaves, but taking time to pray. Even though the day before, they lost so many, they refuse to give in, still work to earn … Continue reading Bees.
And that's fine. I have always felt like I don't have many friends. I've never been popular, I've never been one of the people who knows everyone. I just felt bad for not having as many friends as other people. However, as I've reached the ripe old age of almost 21 (lets take note of … Continue reading You will Constantly lose people from your life…
And here's why... I'm blatantly sick of the people who say they dislike 13 Reasons Why because it's boring- can we just discuss this for a moment. How could you find this kind of programme boring? I believe it's because we're made to face what actually happens in life, how people are treated and how … Continue reading 13 Reasons Why Should make You feel Uncomfortable.
Call me haunted, say that I used to flaunt it so much that I didn't even know I had it. I call it my secret, for me to know, for my friends to keep, for my lover to sew into my skin. It lies so deep below, it appears every now and then, I tell … Continue reading I am Haunted (Spoken Word).
I am an addict, I find myself tragic, Lonely, but downright magic. I'm addicted, to something so good that it hurts, it burns at my insides, tears at my bones, keeps me moaning through the cold nights. I wish I wasn't addicted, that I wasn't so ridiculous, but then I'd be boring, what they always … Continue reading I am an Addict (Spoken Word).
I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I just can't find the words... please don't curse me for what I say, I just want you to know I've never been okay. You were my lover, always hated by my brother, loved by my mother and always ready to take another... I want to say … Continue reading My Poor Rose, you rotted… (Spoken Word)