words are probably the only way i know to express myself. i believe in certain ways i am defined by the things i say and how i say them. from where i originate from to the level of education i have achieved, its all very much obvious when i say things in certain ways. however certain things are rather left unsaid and really cant be expressed as unambiguously as others and that is when i realised myself as a 'writer'. i am able to put emotions which i may not be able to talk about onto paper in the most beautiful and inspiring way as well as telling stories very effectively. sometimes its amusing and sometimes its tear jerking but i love my skill and just want to share it. when i was younger i always wanted to be superstar like every other little girl but it turns out that maybe that just isnt meant to be and so i write about everything else that goes on in my ever so dramatic life. i hope you appreciate me sharing my ~WORDS~ with you and that you are inspired. x

Thursday, 22 July 2010

THE QUEENS HEAD

I demand the queens head

yes the royal head I said

I want it safely stacked under my bed

to my nylons i'll have it fed

I demand the queens head

so be obedient to what i've said

and there will be no blood shed

I demand the queens head

I want it brought without the mess

I want it brought in at its best

and then maybe I will go to rest

Friday, 16 July 2010

*GIFT FROM HEAVEN

It gently drips down my body

I can feel it trickling

feel it mingling

between every sense

it trickles down and jumps off the edges

after it gives my body all it pleases

its touch arouses every part of flesh in me

its sad I cannot see what I can feel

eventually it takes me over and I am filled

my skin feels like the petal of a wild lilly

I feel just like a fair maiden

thanks to my friend that falls from heaven

i want

*i want to...

stroke your cheek with my finger tips

to touch them with my moistured lips

to have your eyes as glued to me

as the power of attraction lets them be

to talk to you in ways I can only do

when your stare could almost pierce me through

I want to hold your hand,

rest mine in the middle of your palm

or even get exhausted

so I can rest my forehead on your arm

I want to know you

hold you

tease and squeeze you

anything possible just to please u

and all these things i'd like to do

but not the chance to pull them through

so I sit and wait here patiently

as seeing you remains a fantasy

*

*

I am fearless

I fear not even the biggest

I fear not snakes and bears

or daggers and spears

I fear not the end of the world

or the lion that roars

I do not fear even death itself

coz I know in heaven i'll dwell

there is only 1 I fear apart from God

and that is he who holds my heart

for with that he holds my world

*DARE

He cant get tired of me
not when my finger tips are his source of energy
when my touch does more than realise his fantasies
not when my words take him anywhere he wants to be
not when my body is a temple of mysteries

no he dare not get tired of me
not when I am the one that completes his being
not when I am the prettiest thing he has ever seen
not when he knows he can peacefully sleep
coz he knows i'll be watching over him whilst he dreams
and I think he looks beautiful engorged in the things only he can see
but I know am involved
because I rock his world

and I know he dare not get tired of me
I am the one and only thing he ever needs
because am there regardless of how he feels
and I provide him with all the thrills
needed to distract him from those 'promiscuous' films
*DARE


yes I know he dare not get tired of me
because I make sure to cook his favourite meal
every Sunday
just to keep him from going hungry
so in return he never wants to starve me
when I get those cravings

but the real reason which I see
why he puts up with the stress and insecurities
how he knows that my flaws only make me unique
the reason why this boy just cant dare to get tired of me
is because I love him
and I think we were meant to be