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| Taken: December 24, 2011
| Location: Russell Place Gardens, Mandeville, Jamaica W.I. Device: Blackberry 8900 3.2MP Auto Focus |
Jan 17, 2012
Caught in the moment
Jan 12, 2012
Don't Do That
When I start to feel I'm not wanted...desired...no longer welcomed - emotionally. I'll admit, nothing makes me worry more.
Then I try to play vindictive - which never really works for me or do me any good; because I suck at it and only to you it seems I'm playing games.
That's where you're wrong.Complete opposite; because I wish you knew how frustrating it gets -- like ants pinching you in random places; it drives you nuts at first. So I get angry because with effort it has no effect...only makes you powerful to be cynical -- vindictive; which at first was my intention and the frustration builds.
So I worry more. Don't do that. I will lose.
That I want; to be in her five inch heels at that moment.
Don't do that. It transforms me into a two year old. Boyfriends don't like two year olds, they prefer them desirable. It makes me despise women like her walking in and such perfect timing too, and that's when I'm the over-jealous two year old.
Now have your whiskey and come back when you want more.
Then I try to play vindictive - which never really works for me or do me any good; because I suck at it and only to you it seems I'm playing games.
That's where you're wrong.Complete opposite; because I wish you knew how frustrating it gets -- like ants pinching you in random places; it drives you nuts at first. So I get angry because with effort it has no effect...only makes you powerful to be cynical -- vindictive; which at first was my intention and the frustration builds.
So I worry more. Don't do that. I will lose.
I'm good at losing because I hate games. But that only makes me hurt more because you think its funny to see me have these tantrums - frustrated because I DON'T want to look cute throwing (meaningless but relevant)...tantrums.
I want to look like and make you feel, when a really attractive woman walks towards the bar while she orders her whiskey.
That I want; to be in her five inch heels at that moment.
Don't do that. It transforms me into a two year old. Boyfriends don't like two year olds, they prefer them desirable. It makes me despise women like her walking in and such perfect timing too, and that's when I'm the over-jealous two year old.
Now have your whiskey and come back when you want more.
Jan 2, 2012
When The World Sleeps...
Black Pools scattered across the porcelain tiles
Soaked and stained
Cold and drained
Slow tempered heartbeats
Distant pulses
Empty noises
I whispered my scream on twisted blades of grass
Paper thinned walls, these whispers could break my heart
Your eyes pierced my thoughts
Your voice scorched my soul
Dancing metal broke my stare
Black pools stretched all around
Your footsteps strengthened each pulse
Your breath covered me in chills
My eyes betray me
While my mind scolded me
The room suddenly; pitch black.
Silent screams muffled with tears
"Please don't leave me!" I wish you could hear
Arms of strangers I wished were yours
Suddenly the pain entirely I've ignored
My strength forgotten
My heart cries out. Suddenly.
My dear, don't worry,
I am right here.
Soaked and stained
Cold and drained
Slow tempered heartbeats
Distant pulses
Empty noises
I whispered my scream on twisted blades of grass
Paper thinned walls, these whispers could break my heart
Your eyes pierced my thoughts
Your voice scorched my soul
Dancing metal broke my stare
Black pools stretched all around
Your footsteps strengthened each pulse
Your breath covered me in chills
My eyes betray me
While my mind scolded me
The room suddenly; pitch black.
Silent screams muffled with tears
"Please don't leave me!" I wish you could hear
Arms of strangers I wished were yours
Suddenly the pain entirely I've ignored
My strength forgotten
My heart cries out. Suddenly.
My dear, don't worry,
I am right here.
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