So. I get to make my boyfriend look like a zombie this weekend. Kind of excited.
Anyways! I'm going as Cheshire cat. What's everyone else going as???
IntimacyWhat is intimacy? But a word that some have yet to find the explanation for? As intertwined with love as lovers’ souls are with one another. All my life, I spent searching for a fairytale.A feeling I thought I’d never find. Intimacy was but a word not in my vocabulary. More or less listed under “Lust” or somewhere within that category of taboo. But ever since I met you, I felt safe in your arms. Warmth that not even the sun could bring on a bright summer’s day. A sense of knowing that forever was a word I only wish I could use to explain the time I wish to spend by your side, as yours and only yours for eternity. It took time to build my trust, but slowly but surely it happened. It was as natural for me to trust you as it was for the sun to be out in the day, or the moon making everything glisten at night. The soft glow of the stars that night as you asked me to be yours. Even the twinkling stars seemed to pause and stare in anticipation of my answer. AndIntimacy by Soulofthenight663
Alice in HellBlue eyesAlice in Hell by Soulofthenight663
So very deceiving.
Once the color of my life,
Now the color of me suffocating.
Once so innocent and serene,
Now like a siren’s song,
Drawing in those who can’t hear my screams.
Holding you captive in my sight,
What pain is yours becomes mine,
Because these feelings take hold of what they like.
The meaning of desiring to be pained,
And yet crying out to be helped.
So bright blue eyes,
Just lure them in.
Let them see what’s deep within.
Let them feel my bleeding scars,
And hear my cries so distant and far.
Hold them here within my reach,
So I may show a monster’s razor sharp teeth.
Those not truly there at all,
But within my mind,
Trapped within these walls.
Siren’s song play again on the radio
Of the damned.
As they dance to the melody
Played by my blood stained hands.
My eyes still shine that desolate blue.
The color of sadness,
That which is most true.
But they don’t listen to the siren’s tale
As she sings,
I Hope 'I love you' Is EnoughRepeating over and over what I feelI Hope 'I love you' Is Enough by Soulofthenight663
Because I’ve never had anything even remotely real
Holding you so close,
Afraid to ever let go,
For fear of you being just somebody
That I used to know.
Hold me now,
Let me stay,
I can’t stand being so far away.
I say it again for fear of loss
Because those words mean so much
Yet have lost their touch.
Said without a second thought,
Because it’s said so much.
Scared that those words
Have lost their meaningful touch.
Repeating that which holds so much
In three so simple words.
Because those words can mean so much
That you’ve so often heard.
That my heart races when you’re close
And bleeds when you’re far away.
My eyes are set on yours
When your smile is directed my way.
My mind races through a thousand memories a day
Just remembering your name sends a shockwave of emotion
As I try to learn again to breathe
Because everything you do
Just takes away my speech.
I could wait forever to hold you again
And to wait for you
Corpses In The SandCorpses In The SandCorpses In The Sand by tribble-of-doom
Nothing hurts the way,
The ocean does,
When she tastes blood.
Her whole body shakes,
She weeps into the sand,
I’ve seen it myself.
A child on a beach,
Corpses strewn over the sand,
Cows and goats and sheep.
She sucks at their red, red necks,
Sapping them little by little,
Pulling them inward, calling them home.
A child doesn’t understand,
What the ocean does.
This is still a game.
“Mommy, look, see,”
“This one died of no head,”
“This one died of no hind,”
“This one died of no tail.”
A feast of sacrifice,
Each goat, cow and lamb,
A new son of Abraham.
Ishmeal, Ishmeal, Ishmeal,
She sighs with each lap at the sand,
Weeping, weeping, weeping.
The child is oblivious to her suffering,
Too young to know the gravity,
Of the woe rising from her black, black depths.
She does her best to help them,
She pulls each bit of red from their fur,
She tastes stinging copper and swells crimson.
She thinks maybe,