Devil's Playground

I have been checking out your thread but many of the pictures don't want to come through
 
SexSweetheart said:
I have been checking out your thread but many of the pictures don't want to come through

Either the pics are big and your memory's too low...

or

The owners of the original pics had either changed the url or deleted the pics.

Some pics cannot be edited through photo shop due to their gif nature. Anyway, I will spend some time to go through the past posted pics.

Thank you. :rose:
 
I miss You

When I close my eyelids
and sometimes I get scared
when I see you staring.. quietly
destroying my self assured reasons
to leave you feeling stranded
in a heart of darkness
Silently and motionless
Phantom and stranger
in the transparent white lilies
under you windowsill
Growing, killing insecurity and hate for me
for me, the world whispers
crazy things in my ears
like the spiders creeping in my bed,
replacing sleep, weaving
and creating my nervous paranoid brain.
My loneliness tears me to my walls
familiar faces in my bedroom mind
stranger here I lay waiting - tears stained her face you hate
a symbol of my lowered self
and all this unsleeping void
like the dried up flowers withering in the background of my mind, desperately
trying to live in the empty vase in my head
Like memories of your cruel smile
and shadow dyed hair
playing re-runs in my head
thread by thread.



J
 
sugared said:
I miss You

When I close my eyelids
and sometimes I get scared
when I see you staring.. quietly
destroying my self assured reasons
to leave you feeling stranded
in a heart of darkness
Silently and motionless
Phantom and stranger
in the transparent white lilies
under you windowsill
Growing, killing insecurity and hate for me
for me, the world whispers
crazy things in my ears
like the spiders creeping in my bed,
replacing sleep, weaving
and creating my nervous paranoid brain.
My loneliness tears me to my walls
familiar faces in my bedroom mind
stranger here I lay waiting - tears stained her face you hate
a symbol of my lowered self
and all this unsleeping void
like the dried up flowers withering in the background of my mind, desperately
trying to live in the empty vase in my head
Like memories of your cruel smile
and shadow dyed hair
playing re-runs in my head
thread by thread.



J

that is lovely. I love the poem...


I am on a tight rope nine miles high
and I don't want to stop.
Its a long long long way down.

My cup runneth over,
but I have no food.

:rose:
 
Holy Devil said:
that is lovely. I love the poem...


I am on a tight rope nine miles high
and I don't want to stop.
Its a long long long way down.

My cup runneth over,
but I have no food.

:rose:
Thank you :kiss:
 
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