VeraLei

......Last night i was waiting 4 u.Got myself all dressed up and ready and waited.  First i stared at this spider on the celling,knitting his little net,the entire world 4 him.... Then I stared at the lashes of my carpet,dancing the tango of life with the cool breeze coming from the semi opened window of my bedroom....       .............   Hours seem to pass by....... At the end I stared at the mirror,trying 2 reach deep into the beauty within.It cracked  .  "7 years of bad luck" i thought.Warm,trivial thought-made me feel almost human. Sure-i could have called you.Could sent u an sms via handfull of sleeping pills and a glass of

            You cant come in,            into my sanctionary,            with all that mud on your shoes.            You can approach my altar            with that grin on your lips.            Do you know......Do you even know.....?            You cannot eat my body,            nor drink my blood.            No,no u cant......            Bring me a Sacrifice,            lure me with the smell of blood,            turn down my thurst            with your tears,            Bath my body            in the sweat of your fear.            And hope            that this time ill be mild.            Do you know,now,d

If you're anything like me, you'll read magazines backwards. Or apologize to inanimate objects. Or give names to daisies. Maybe you'll find yourself spelling place names backwards to see if they make funny words (Trawden – Nedwart) Or perhaps you pull faces at the elderly and count how many notice (or pretend not to). Do you draw swirlie patterns on tables? Or grin at strangers? Possibly you skip down roads or indulge in foot tickling contests with your best friends. No? * I am Emma Smith. Or at least I might be, in some parallel universe where my parents were sane or at least had access to a decent name dictionary. Imagine being lumbered

. I softly caress her cheek …and wipe away her tear She leans close …bringing her lips to rest on my ear In a soft whisper …she asks where we are Holding her close I lovingly reply …the front seat of a shooting star - Steve