Reality

i don’t know abt my dreams.

priscydora — Wed, 30 May 2012 22:34:41 +0000

This was never real. Never

spilling home made wine.

priscydora — Wed, 30 May 2012 18:16:45 +0000

I miss you and I feel this in every single vein in my being. Like a surge of electricity that runs through your fingers and shocks your privates. Like a glimpse into a birth. Like a wash of seawater over your bare eyes. I miss you so much I cannot live.

you’re not mine to have.

priscydora — Tue, 29 May 2012 17:45:54 +0000

“You know when you see something magical like the first tim you hear about the Hippies or the first time you pick up a Bukowski. Your eyes grow wide, your eyebrows arched. You don’t understand how you’ve lived without being a part of something truly earth-shattering. The magnetic allure sends you spinning and you can’t stand but be a part of it. That’s how I feel about you. I can’t stand by and watch by the sidelines. I can’t watch patiently from a far. I want to be with you. I don’t need titles. We don’t have to be an item. I just want to be all yours and you, mine.”

you’re the taste on my tongue.

priscydora — Sun, 27 May 2012 21:08:02 +0000

Don’t use me to play out remnant feelings of lovers past. Don’t use me to escape your reality.
Don’t use me for an experience.
Use me because you want me not simply because you can

this is far from paradise

priscydora — Sat, 19 May 2012 21:01:27 +0000

And he looked at her, no not at her, through her all the way past her head to an imaginary world of sorts. This world where the girl of his dreams resided with the kind of hair that falls into place the moment you wake. She had the sort of walk that trapped the eyes of every man she passed and the gentlest way of kissing. She kissed with the candour of a true female. She was shy in all the right ways and she guided his hands through the map of her body as she kissed his pain away. Why isn’t he listening you wondered. He never has, he never will because you’re not what he wants. You kiss too strong, the curves of your body too demanding- everything about you is a darkened soul-less version of her. He does not want you, he’s merely playing out what he truly wants on your body, through your words, with your kisses.

goodbye to roses in a stream.

priscydora — Tue, 15 May 2012 17:17:52 +0000

I vow not to talk about boys for 2 wks

all those pretty lights.

priscydora — Sat, 12 May 2012 23:01:14 +0000

I’m not good at chasing after guys
They very quickly see thru the lies
Now I’m left alone as before
Oh God above, please open the door
That swings ajar to reveal his soul
His heart so unfeeling, comparable to coal
Melt it, soften it; make him feel for love
Let him know that grace flows freely from above
So as I rest tonight, my sins I lay bare
My heart I trust to thee, this great feat I dare
For loneliness knows the greatest cost
Of wandering this life feeling immensely lost

i don;t wanna be swayed.

priscydora — Sun, 29 Apr 2012 14:23:20 +0000

I don;t know where you are. If this is real.

But inside I have nothing else to believe and so I cling onto this ounce of faith left within the disease infested corners of my heart.

I love you but where the hell are you.

“I don’t trust ya’ll”

priscydora — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:15:07 +0000

Maybe its ok for an ounce of skepticism to breed.

shit. I can’t see the number

danza kuduro.

priscydora — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 01:08:14 +0000

My words are recycled.

I’ve got nothing new to say.

Fresh out of new ideas

- I need to get out of this box.