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A horse with no name ...Always on the go, ready to hoof along ...
But you my Jockey, ride me like a madman!
There are countless times
Where I myself thought, - hey we are doing just fine
When then you take a turn,
And throw a wobbler for no real reason
How am I going to carry on?
Knowing I can never satisfy your high standards.
I'd die for you,
I'd carry you for as long as my four legs were strong enough.
Yet you treat me with so little respect,
That maybe a trip in a dank wet lorry to the unspeakable place
Has become more and more inviting ..
Merry bloody Christmas
Wherever you are
Whoever you are
Yah Christmas is great
That is if you have money in the bank
A roof over your head and 2.1 children
A dog and a cat
And 2.1 cars preferably 4x4's
Cosily parked on the drive
Keep up with the Joneses
Our turkey has got to be the biggest
Most vulgar and horrid thing
You ever saw on a dinner table
Fuck the turkey
(Ooh I forgot he is already stuffed )
Mother is running around like a headless chicken
(I thought we were having turkey???)
In and out of the kitchen
Whilst father is busy looking
So very important having a tipple or three
To steady his hands
Ready to carve that genetically
Engineered thing called a Turkey
Oh my just look at those
Real fart instigators .
All the trimmings such as
Sausages wrapped in bacon
The obligatory cranberry sauce
Stupid silly hats and crackers filled with
Tat and desperate jokes
As all sit down to eat
Mother is knackered
After weeks of planning
Crazy at 05.13A roaring storm outside
Stirring how I feel inside
The bellowing sound
Of the howling wind
The rattle of this old house
Pretty much sums up
How I feel
Tormented and battered
Though still fit and able
But for what?
I am wondering
Where do I go from here?
There is emptiness
A void that won't fill
Maybe I am asking too much?
Maybe I should just close my eyes
And think of Queen and Country
Oh sod this
I have a life to live
And I need to live now.....
Premonition?A strange feeling
is fighting with
all things logical ...
It shouldn't be
It's like a
of something bad
just about to unfold
Like the threatening
clouds in the sky
no rest or redemption
just the cool calculated facts
that the shit is hitting the fan.....
The visitTo night you visited me
It was amazing
Only for a brief while though
A stolen moment
of untold warmth
Filled with love longing
It was over only too fast
I weep in silence as I feel
You were here right enough
But it was in my dreams.....
30+ years ...Like a little white dove
fragile gracious and shy
What change I saw
A tenderness and
passion embraced in a
A friend from times gone by
Awakened like the bird Phoenix .....
Youth revisited.....Going down memory lane
You took me back years
to another time
Where life mostly was great
uncomplicated and simple
To a time where laughter was
on the menu every day
We would skip along the pavements
You'd carry my bag
and I felt special
We shared so many secrets
Shared so many dreams
shared so many thoughts
You were my special buddy
My bestes mate
Now years later, we met again
and just like all those years ago
we picked up where we had left
older maybe wiser, and still the same
on the inside, though our shells had changed
What delight and pleasure it was
to finally meet you again
To share afresh a joke
To see you so happy and strong
To rediscover our childhood fun .....
Left foot co-pilotHello!!!
Left foot co-pilot calling Kirsten
Are you receiving?
Today I thought we should try
A few loop the loops
What do you think Kirsten?
Okay you are not talking to me are you?
Sod it, I shall just have to
Give it some welly
Wooohooo here we go
Up up and away
What's up ol' girl
Don't you like it?
I thought it's a lot more
fun when I take charge
And since you don't want to participate
I shall just do it my way
It seems to me, that I hold the upper hand
Oooops I really put my foot in this time ...
Over and out from left foot co-pilot ..
I Dream About HerI dream about her, quite often, actually. It's been nearly two and a half years since I've seen her face to face, and it truly does break my heart when I remember the good times. She was one of my best friends, one of the greatest influences in my life, and someone who could make me smile. However, all good things must come to an end eventually.
Drugs don't just affect you, they affect your friends. When you've been roped into the bad crowd and refuse to turn to the people who love you most, you're going to lose everything you care about. Well, I cared for her, alright. We were nearly as inseparable as Sempai and I, hanging out nearly 24/7. Sure, there were fights, but every friend has a fight. It's when the line is drawn that things get messy.
In my dreams, I remember how she used to be, how fun she was, how silly she acted, and how she was just pleasant to have around. What happened? Why did she decide to go the way she went? To turn to lying, drug abusing, and overall not caring for
One last time. KristaXReaderFor music please listen
Highly recommended after the game scene though
"Two Kings!” Krista piped laying the cards on in the pot laying on my lap. She sat cross legged on the hospital bed with me. Sitting up straight and laid her cards face down in her lap leaning forward, now were both now down to one card. you looked up from my last card and glared at her. For such an innocent girl she had one hell of a poker face. you swallowed the lump in my throat and laid down my last card.
“One Ace.” you stated and crossed my arms challenging her to say it.
‘that’s it! the cat’s in the-’
“Bullshit!” She called out and flipped over the card that had just laid down….a queen,.
“Damn it Krista!” you shouted smacking the pile off my lap then pouted indignantly.
"Can't you just let me win for once." I asked. Krista giggled an
How to love a guy who can't love himself.How to love a guy who really doesn’t love himself.
Well first, there are numerous ways you can do this, so just sit back and listen.
Number one rule, tell him to drop his façade, abandon the stereotypes that society places upon him, find the real him, the core, so fragile and so easily able to be hurt.
When you find the real him, who he really is, then look him in the eyes, past all that buff, and all of that strength and mutter a few simple words. ‘It’s okay to cry.’ And when he cries, when he falls to his knees and allows his body to tremble for the first time in decades, you put your hands on his shoulders and say, ‘Everything will be fine’.
And when he looks up at you, with tears in his eyes, shaking out of either shame or anger, you just smile at him, and say ‘No’, not because he’s crying but because you know he’s threatening to close himself off again to the world, and put on that face that he fe
.things i've learned in
the last few months:
-friends are expendable.
-so is sanity.
-you can like girls and boys
and neither and either.
-it is possible to
exist while half your soul
is jutting out of your body.
-change does not help
-you can't bring back the dead.
-but you can hold the dead in your
arms when their eyes won't close.
-and when you make pacts with god,
remember that you're still upholding
so many promises with him in the first place.
-you're not suicidal, just human.
-maybe just a little less human than
-devaluing people doesn't
help your social anxiety.
-you can't run away from job
opportunities just because
you think a colleague is whispering about you.
-but you do get a choice on which job to take.
-and no, you're not so worthless that you have
to settle for a job you know you'll hate.
-and you do have a right to be paranoid.
-you don't have to write your sister.
A little thing on BiphobiaFor those not in the loop, as I assume many of you are not, biphobia is just as terrible as homophobia.
If you haven't noticed my incredible gayness, I am bisexual. But wait! (you might be saying) You're bisexual, not gay!(?) Ha. HA. HAHAHAHAHA. No. I am gay. I am not a full on double diamond studded lesbian/gay rainbow, but a nice cute little bi rainbow that appears after a little rain. You know what I mean.
You probably didn't notice but BAM- that was biphobia.
The first point I'm going to bring up is that bisexuals are part of a magical, mystical triforce composed of themselves, asexuals, and pansexuals. For those unaware, an asexual is someone who does not particularly like sexual activities and a pansexual is someone who loves someone regardless of gender and sex. Why are they in this triforce? Because they are sexualities that are constantly believed to be made up. Why? Because many believe that it's IMPOSSIBLE to
RainAs the electric arc sizzles away like frying bacon, two pieces of steel are fused together into one mechanical mass. Its Thursday night, and for us its the last night of the work week. Weekend ahead, money in our pocket, endless possibilities.
But for now, there are 36" mower decks to run. Bright light on a dark night, smoke and sparks, and 8 hours of staring into a false star. The shop is filled with a light yellow haze, it drifts through the air like a ghost as we work away the hours till dawn.
It is warmer than previous nights, winter is coming to an end and spring begins. Its raining!
Not snowing, not hail, not ice that clings to all things, but the continual 'tap, tap, tap' of heavy rain, almost like the distant roar of a forgotten army.
Sparks fly and fill the night, the haze is stifling, creeping behind helmet and vale. Another hand crafted product is born, and ready for processing, on to the paint line and the day crew.
A hot steel plate that will be painted black, built up wit
Why Can't I?
"For the love of God, stop your crying!" The camp sports instructor towers over me, her hands on her hips. The anger in her eyes makes me want to curl up in a ball and never wake up. "Get back up. Ya' fell only once, girl."
"I- I can't." I whisper through a choking sob. My head is spinning, my lungs feel like they're on fire, my feet... I can't even begin to explain. Maybe I should've told her about it. Then she would've cut me some slack.
"You heard me. Get up."
I flick my blonde hair away from my eyes and try to
Can I Just Say I Love You?Well… um… hello there. I didn't think you'd actually read this, but here goes nothing. So I sorta… you know… love you. Yea, I know it's strange to think about. Me of all people too. I just can't help be die a little inside when you say hi to me and walk to her. You know? I just kinda get a little jealous, but I'm too afraid to tell you I love you. So I wrote this note, hoping you'd read it somehow. So, why don't you just tell me you fell the same way? It would be wonderful to hear again. I know you are a little confused and I know this is strange. I'm not good a writing sonnets and I can't look at you in the eye except when I want you to see that I love you. So next time I see you, I'll look you in the eye. Then you'll know I mean it. Because I do. So, I hope I'll get a message from you or bump into you at the store.
Only one winner...Sprawled out on the floor
Her long hair tangled
She lets a single tear drop flow
And its happenings
She has lots
It has come at a price
Just like that of a trophy wife
Waiting wanting and longing
She gave what she could
Only to receive tiny morsels
Waiting wanting and longing
Grateful for every little kindness
Eager to please
To make you love her
Waiting wanting and longing
As she is not in a position
To ask for your love
She permit herself to slide into a
Where you will see her
In the meantime
Waiting wanting and longing
Though in the real world
Yours and mine
a game and
There can only
be one winner
The Beast within
Waiting wanting and longing .
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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