Stuck InsideStuck here inside of my headStuck Inside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pull me out and tell me it will be all right
Help me to let go
Help me to escape from myself
Hold me tight and don't let go
Look into my eyes and tell me I will be okay
Why do you hesitate?
What have I done?
I'm so lost in this place
I can't seem to find my way out
Take my hand and guide me
Take me somewhere I can be alone
Where no one can see me
Where I can release the monster within
Slowly letting it devour me
Release all the emotions inside
To go screaming through the wind
Hold me tight
I am afraid
Wake me up from this nightmare
Tell me it will be all right
It's time to let go
It's time to let go.
FearWhat is fear exactly? an illusion of the mind?Fear11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a simple feeling felt when the future's hard to find?
I've heard of fears of spiders,snakes, and even death.
Some symptoms felt are quivers, and some shortness of breath.
But really, what is fear? No matter what its from?
I think that fear itself, is a fear of whats to come.
I find it really odd that fear's a fear itself.
If its a murderer in the night, or a spider on your shelf.
What happens if he shoots the gun? or the spider jumps at you?
What happens if you choose to run? or to kill it with a shoe?
Aren't these questions what makes us scared? What triggers fear inside?
I feel these feelings are the reason we have to run and hide.
Its simple yet it is complex, a spinning mind parade.
Is it possible to make these awful feelings fade?
Maybe yes, and maybe no, only time can tell.
But the fear of falling's not so bad, after you've gone and fell.
But then, the fear itself, is not what we so hate,
its the future that might change, that makes
If I Could DrawIf I could draw, I'd draw the world.If I Could Draw2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd draw abstract with a bunch of swirls.
I'd draw some trees and a small lake.
I'd draw the truth, as well as the fake.
I'd draw my friends and I'd draw me.
I'd draw the details of everything I see.
I'd draw the visions in my head.
I'd draw the dreams from my bed.
I'd let you see the world as I do.
I'd capture what's known by few.
There's just some things words can't show,
Some parts of my head you'll never know.
My drawings are so terribly bad.
Artistic ability, I wish I had.
Telling a Brit to stop being British is like....So I was having a Skype conversation with Spotty.:iconSpottedheart98464: And It was kinda...strange because I was reading an Iceland x Reader while speaking to her, and when I told her about it this conversation started.Telling a Brit to stop being British is like....3 years ago in Personal More Like This
I'm reading an Iceland x reader again and Britain just got told to stop being so British xD
[1:14:17 AM] Shaughnessy: XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
[1:14:30 AM] Shaughnessy: How can a Brit stop being British XD
[1:15:01 AM] Asia Addison: THATS LIKE TELLING A PRUSSIAN TO STOP BEING AWESOME! IT WONT HAPPEN!
[1:15:52 AM] Shaughnessy: EXACTLY. OR LIKE TELLING AN ITALIAN TO STOP LIKEING PASTA!
[1:16:04 AM] Shaughnessy: IT WON'T WORK.
[1:16:25 AM] Asia Addison: OR TELLING A FRENCHIE TO STOP BEING A PERVERT!
[1:16:54 AM] Shaughnessy: OR TELLING A GERMAN TO STOP DRINGING BEER!
[1:17:07 AM] Shaughnessy: *DRINKING
[1:17:41 AM] Asia Addison: OR A SPANIARD TO STOP EATING TOMATOES!
[1:18:33 AM] Shaughnessy: OR A....A....JAPANESE(IAN?) TO STOP LIKING...UH...MANGA!
[1:18:56 AM] Asia Add
Help!Lying in wait...Help!2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
s t a l k
t e n s e
P O U N C E !
Kiss MeCalloused fingertipsKiss Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Trace my pouting lips
Until I become
Silent, calm, and numb;
My heart races
At unsafe paces
In response to the taunts
That trigger my wants.
Strong, piercing stares
Discard what I wear
And cause my burning blush-
Such a rush.
In vain I try to ignore
My secret wish to know more,
Hiding my smiling face
And picking at the lace
On my wrists
Until my attention
Can be stolen with a kiss.