

EmoSo what if I'm emo? So what if I cry?Emo
I'm not THAT emotional, I dont want to die.
So what if I dress in a different style? There's no need to scream and run for a mile
I dont like to cut and abuse my arm, I am not depressed, so why cause self harm?
Could it be that I am just like you? That I can smile, giggle and laugh along too?
Could it be that I am happy with myself? It's just that I am not some pretty doll on the shelf.
Could it be that the only reason i dye my hair black; Is because I dont want to be some barbie i


Eight KissesEight KissesEight Kisses
One
You can call
it emptiness, breath, epithet, or oblivion
or love, or the thing we can't
touch, while in motion. The rush
of your mouth in me like icemelt water,
innocent, surging like a creek, touching,
stopped.
 


Fallen AngelFallen Angel Crawling in my forlorn appearance I hide my soul behind these tattered wings Tattered and broken as they are Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.Fallen Angel
In quiet despair upon the cold earth Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees And clutched timidly between my fingers Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked From the silver light of dawn A feathered ray of light from beyond To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk Once lost as I was and forgotten Blazes now to i
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- Hannah
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| Christopher Macquet Photography |
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Whiieeuuww
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