Author Information
Fester and choke
Folder:
The Right WordSS... Fuck these words that aren't enough!
Scratching at meaning
Falling short of any tangible offering.
The words don't exist.
Though the fucking feeling lives a life of its own.
Twisting filth up and down my throat
Black heart palpitations flick through dry veins
Cotton mouth hopeless
The words don't come like they should
They don't come
won't come...
Like I fucking wish they would.
Purge Poem
Poetry can be fun when the mind is not weary and the body exhausted. I love poems about the writer's desire to write. SSmoothie, you inspire me to write. Period.
Lady A
♡ ♡ ♡ you're my inspiration x
♡ ♡ ♡ you're my inspiration x
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."