Edith

It's such a beautiful thing that all of her crimes were that of passion, so her actions and deeds of debauchery and bloody murder were forgiven by society. Crimes of passion were forgivable in France, at least...

sweetsweetdarlingone

sweetsweetdarlingone.mybeautifullittledarlinglovelygorgeouslittledarlingbabybabyboy.loverofthefools,galore.

howihavemissedyou.howihavemissedthee.thevoidyouleftbehindwhenyoubrokeyourwordsandleftmealoneforyearstoolong,ithashauntedandconsumedmyheartforfar,fartoolongalso.
yet,thesedaysitisyouwhoseeksmeout.whyso?tobetrue,idonotknow...
howitpleasesme,fuelsmewithajoyousgiddinessthatseemsallbutcontrollabletomethesedays.
ourloveshalllast,forever,fornever.it'sallaboutkeepingholdofthegoodstuff.trustme,baby.
itpainsmetorememberthehurt,thetears,thescarsyou'veleftupontheundersideofmytender,meltedheart.
thecrevicesofthosecutsrundeepintoyoursoul.youremain,evermore,eversure.
alwaysbabylove,babyboyofmine,childofsweettenderlight,ofgoldenlips,ofalovesopureyoudon'tletyourselfbeleive.
ishallalwaysalwaysalwaysandforeverlovethee.ishallalwaysbeyoursandyourfriendandyourfuckandyourloveandyourlover.
poetryisyourvoiceuponmyears.myjoyandsmileandcheekyslyfuckerofagrinthatfillsmyface,splittingmycheeksapartfrommyeyeswhenyousaymynamewithsuchbrightvivacitythatiknowyoushallalwaysbemine,alwaysbemineinloveandinlife.
youmeantheworldtome,youalwayshaveandshall.iholdyourheartinmyheart,toquotethosegoldenwords.ishallneverletgo.andifyouarepulledfromme,wrenchedfromyouranchoredshipwithinmychest,ishallstrivetoretreiveyouandyourworldandyoureyesandyourlipsandholdthemonceagain,inmyheart.ishallholdyouheartinmyheartandyoucarryyourloveonwardstowardsthelightthatforevergivestousasagiftofloveandlies.
youliedtome,andleftme,andgaveupalltoosoon,youknowit'strue.youknowmorethananythingthati'mright,andthati'mallyours,foralwaysandeverandi'llbetheupmostladyandloverandlifelongfriendtoyou,morethanevenyouandyourlittleheartandsmiledeserve.
yoursharp,whitenedteethrippedoutmythroat,butlifegaveyoubackallthepainandtearsandbloodyoudrankfromme,thegirlyouloveandhaveandholdholdsyoutoohardandtoofarfromthelightsoyouareblindedfromyourownselfworth.shebetrayedyourloveandyourlightandyourlust.choosinginsteadanaggressiveandangeringlyangularchin.sheisaworthlessfool.allowmetolookuponherface,thoseperfectcheekbones,andyouwillneverseeherfaceagainthewayyouholditinyourheart.butdarling,iholdyourheartinmyheartandcarryitbacktotheshipyouanchoredsolongagoinmyacheingopenchest.i'llbeyourforeverandalways,youshallbegivennoreasontoquestionthat.
thegirlremainsinyourheartsolelyasanunashamedexcuseforselfloathingandselfbelittlement.youhavenoideaofyourvalue,tome,toyourdearmother,totheworldandtheartthatsurroundsandconsumesyou.you'reworthmoretomethanbreathe,thanlightandlustandthatohtooeasytoacheiveorgasmandgigglethatnotonlyyoucanprovide...
and,revengemighttastesweet,it'salltoavailabletoyouandyourbeauty.notonlyfromsomeunsuspecting,highlyfoolish,highlyhighlightedandvacantspectreofagirlupnorth,butalsome.icouldbeyours,onceagain.rememberthetimes?thecarcrashes?themurders,themassacres,themortalityofmybeingbaredtoyoubetweenthesheetsofanother'sbed.notonlydoesthismemorydeservetoberemade,butyoudeservetofeelloved.don'tyou?

babyboy,babylove,loverboybaby,bemineoncemore?asafriendtoafriend?iloveyoumorethantheworldisworth,moreeventhanthat.morethanyouandyourprettylittleheadcouldknow,trustme.i'myours,sotakemeawayandhaveme.tastemyskinandknowthatyou'reworththatlovetenfold,tenthousandtimes.
revengesexishilariousgoodfunbaby,trustme...

Youhavemyheart

Favourite picture of all time. Want 'em baby boy, I want 'em.

Haiku, number one

Moon shines on LA.

Driver takes out his hammer -

Tangerine Dream.

Riddle me this, part one

Why does your confidence dissolve so swiftly into a broody cess-pit of fear, confusion and corruption when the presence of my voice is admitted through the arched doorway of your elphin ears? 
Why does your smile fizzle to a haunted gaze that looks past my eyes to the depths of the death my soul longs for?
Why does your heart eat itself up each night as you drift through the slumbering shadows given to you as a gift from sweet temptress, Valium herself?
Why does your top lip flutter at the mention of my soft, sweet skin?
Why does your mind seek to rapidly excavate the crevices, creases, wrinkles, swirls and ditches of my own private, buried thoughts?
Why does your life revolve around the unexpected and unwelcome resolution to hold your heart away from love, yearning only for pain, fear and blackening rust?
Why does over mean nothing when you kiss me, again, again?
Why do you your eyes search out mine in the dark, through the mist, your gaze rises to the surface of my dreams and inflicts an honest, cold pain that brings a chill to the depth of the sockets my eyes rest within?
Why does my grin receive such chastisement from your own when I smile at the subtle attempt at an ironic comment or critique of the world that continues to exist, though we remain still and silent in our own private room of hell's inner chambers?
Why does my skin, my pores, my entire surface, shudder at the passing thought of losing you from my life?
Why do my feet wander ever further towards the surface of your demise?
Why does my mouth resist the ever-mounting temptation to bite the lips of someone other than yours?
Why do my thoughts reach ever-closer to the precipice, the hanging cliff of your dreams and submerged reality?
Why does the concept of being ever yours for always in time render me so fearful, so helpless and terrified?
Why does your skin warm mine so freely, sending me into the overgrown forests of myself to gather the flowers of your affection?
Why does your voice whisper, nay, sing of meadows that only our dreams may cultivate?
Why does your hair whistle as I clutch at it with trembling finger tips, the rustle being the only sound that realises your existence in conjunction with my own?
Why does your laughter corrupt my heart so easily, reaching the box of morals buried deep within my bones, your effortless giggle unlocking the door to my soul, a door that has never been and will never again be opened by another?
Why does your suggestive glance reduce my knees to a melted pool of lust at the bottom of the stairs, a bloodied and giddy mess of flesh, bones and sexual desires?
Why does the night time release such charisma in your voice, such engagement, such energy that my attempts to resist your seduction are fleeting, foolish, forgotten?
Why does the moon shine on the frank, whitened skin of your transparent and luminous chest, revealing the veins of poison that run beneath your flesh?
Why does your pain come between my happiness and my own, deep and frightened suffering?
Why does the idea of sacrifice come so naturally when your sweet, hot kiss is at stake?
Why do you consume my world, my being, my essence, my taste, my fragrance so rapidly, forcing my body to convulse in delighted, pleasurable poison?
Why do your words, snuck effortlessly past your sly, sharp tongue, transform my dreams into your own, causing our paths to collide violently, with the catastrophic results of a bitter romance residing only within the shadowy remnants of our desires?
Why does your need to control, consume, please, taste and suffocate me render me helpess, as a virgin walking innocently through the Woods of the Wolves?
Why does your soul tempt my feet from the silvered path of worn down pebbles and into the dark and dangerous shadows, inducing uncontrollable ecstasy within my veins?
Why does your blood run through your words, your kiss, your violent heart beat, into mine so freely, as if we were born to be one?
Why is your pain louder than my own within my heart, sould and fleeting mind?
Why do you control me so, cruel master? Why do I only feel blackness when I sit, looking through the darkness towards the light that only your hands can pull me towards? 
Why does it hurt so, to hear the whispered utterance of your name, when it's all I desire to hear for the rest of my life?
Why will you never freely mutter the whispered words, I love thee, into my ears without the consuming sense of guilt at owning your heart rushing into my open chest, the wounds irreparably present between my shattered and gruesome ribs?
Why does my soul ache for yours in a way that rips my flesh from my soul, my words from my throat, my eyes from the light, my heart from your own?


Why?
Now, sweet troublesome lover, Riddle me this...

Haven't you heard the rumours?

You want me back? Nah baby. Words'll never be enough coming from your mouth.

Wolfyboy

I think if you took the time to get to know me, you still wouldn’t know me at all,

your inflated sense of self worth makes everything around you seem so small.

You’ve tried all the coolest drugs and all the girls look your way,

but they’d forget you in a moment if they were with you for just one day.

Your interests are not your own but the hot list of that week,

your opinions, thoughts and arguments are always only skin deep.

You call yourself a Byronic hero but you’ve never read Byron,

This simple ignorance, defines your whole character and rings out like a siren,

To those with any education who speak to you for a good length of time,

but you’ll still fool those in passing with one seemingly knowledgeable line.

Your whole personality is this artificial creation,

Built on vague things you have heard with no substantiation.

Narcissism is not a character trait, it is the very essence of who you are,

but in this world of fakes and fools its likely you’ll go far.

I used to feel angry, rage at the situation,

I had violent thoughts to express my frustration,

Because I believed in my heart, that you could change,

Because there was once a person that I liked who shared your name,

You put on a front but this new person remained,

because once the core is rotten the whole apple is the same.

You can gloss up the outside make it seem fresh and new,

But dig a little deeper and I’m again faced with you.

So now, I can forget you exist, like you were blown away with the dust,

My emotions are no longer stirred by you, you lost your last bit of trust,

You could be gone for months and on your return my reaction would be the same,

as if you had walked out of the door and straight back in again.

You used to be a friend of mine but I’ve forgotten why,

I wouldn’t care if I never saw you again. I wouldn’t even say goodbye.

Again, he says it all.

Words&Pictures

So, my best friend reduced me to tears just now. I forgot how true and straight his words are, his voice hits home so hard with me. It aches.
Read this wisdom, learn the lessons that hurt, feel the pain that he's shared with me, know what love's worth.

I don’t want to wait in vain

I called you twice yesterday,

You answered the phone, but you didn’t have a lot to say

(Just yes and no)

I think it’s time I went away,

Think I should go.

Unless you’d rather that I stay,

Just let me know.

I DON’T WANT TO WAIT IN VAIN FOR YOUR LOVE

There are worse things than being alone,

Yet I sit here beside you, though your emotions are unknown,

I say ‘I love you’ but your feelings haven’t grown,

Like all allusions to commitment you’ve postponed.

I DON’T WANT TO WAIT IN VAIN FOR YOUR LOVE

I don’t want to wait in vain for your love,

But there’s a part of my heart that will never give up.

A chemical reaction that happens in my brain,

That screams out love, every time you say my name.

But at last I realise I now must fight it,

Or stagnate, whilst I wait, for a love that’s unrequited.

You’ve got to keep the hook moving if you want the fish to bite it.

I DON’T WANNA, I DON’T WANNA, I DON’T WANNA, I DON’T WANNA, I DON’T WANNA WAIT IN VAIN.

I hang around for an answer, as I say goodbye at your door,

A sign or a chance that just maybe you want more,

In the end it’s not an answer that I am waiting for,

There is a silence I can no longer ignore.

Read more here, kiddies.

Here's all I know

So I have those words tattooed onto my spine. Pretentious as fuck or whattt?

NG is killing me

although we've had some jamie xx from my older, blonder lover on this blog already, this is too good to overlook.

okay so the song's last year, but hearing it now reminds me of where i was when i fell for it first time round. renewing my vows with the city and song. nottingham i love you, but manchester i miss you

Jj lovin'

So I'm clearly rabidly obsessed and in love with the beautiful and soothing music produced so effortlessly by JJ, they're just a delight. Enjoy...

Always and eternal

Baby doll, darling, my one and only only one. Nana Dawg. Sexiest Old Maid on the shelf. Granny teapot. Mrs Earl Grey Tea Bag Tan.

I love you more every conversation we share. You can have every secret I possess. I'd give up the world if it'd make you happy.

Always. Forever.

And Bitch Please, be mine?

What the Poet said to me, Part One

Welcome to the contents of my pockets.

Can't stick it

I've got so bad with the aches and the blues.
It's holding me back when I'm in the mood.
The successful part of me has died several times.
And still, I dance for you.

Positive Sentiment, Number One

Dear me. I sure do fall for a good poet, I do.