Break My Heart

Break my Heart

Break my heart
leave me for dead.

Take my sight
cheeks flushed and red

i like when you hit me baby
i like the pain

keep pushing me farther
like its a twisted little game

i don't want your sympathy
i have no real shame

let me explain,
I go insane
cause I like the pain.

I am not ok.

I have not been ok for a very long time. And I am sick and tired of being sick and tired.

http://www.spiritscienceandmetaphysics.com/man-tries-to-hug-wild-lion/

Hug me with your words,
comfort me with those blue ocean water eyes.
Kiss me with your good energy.
Make love feel more real.

Erotica

Dear first love,

I read this quote and thought of you...

"If I had a penny for every time I caught you undressing me with your eyes I'd be a rich woman and I'd know all my senses were real and not a lie." 

Sincerely, 

Alicia 

Movies i want to see.

Emma Roberts is just as good as her auntie. These pretty women have talent.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbBSR1o6li4

Relaxing to the tunes of:

https://soundcloud.com/dolosouth


My darling Remedy said to me:
"we both our own form of crazy"


i am a slave to my sensitivity?!

i am Maleficent
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fr6oVCtpKB4

i am beginning to see myself 
through the mirror of anothers eyes 
it is a deep and scary surprise 
to see how all this time you've been in disguise 
hiding the true person that is screaming inside 
that is now so fed up of the bullshit and lies 
that all she can do is meditate until she dies.

I am a lonely street Angel

I roam the streets aimlessly
searching for the stories waiting to be written

I am invisible only to my own eyes
I don't see myself or judge my own lies

Lies are the stories I wish were true
what may be real to me may not be real to you

you - the person I so wish to impress
it was you I had in mind when I put on this long flowing dress

dress, in a way you'll notice me
perhaps if you like what you see you won't look away so quickly.  

quickly, before the moment has passed.
Don't read this poem too slow or too fast.

stop looking at my past, for that is behind me now
just peer up at the sky and see how I hide in the clouds.

Clouds, more comforting then a mothers whom
who shall I be if I have yet to really bloom?

Candy Tastes Melancholy

My father likes to recite this poem to me when I am in distress about my mood swings:

Feeling good 

feeling bad 

feeling happy 

feeling sad 

aint it great

Just to be feeling

If my dad was a poet

If my dad was a poet
he's be a dark one
like Edgar Allen Poe

he'd write them in the margins of news papers
back of menus
or on napkins

if my father was a poet
he'd recite them aloud
play with the words in the air
and let anyone contribute
repeat them fervently proud

he'd let you think your were brilliant
he'd praise your efforts at all
he'd wear the poem like jewelry
he'd sing em like a song

he talks to the strangers of pedestrians
they have man a stories untold
"get to start drinking
and damn can't start"
ohhh wee the personality
 in that voice
south holds the most beloved treasures
of memories of past choice

he says
"I'm sure everyone has a good reason for
doing what they do,
if only we could listen
perhaps we'd understand too."

oh the things i've learned from those
who did what they were told not to
who lived in ways forbidden
who pushed the boundaries through and through

thats what we're all meant to do.