wissy

when myths fades, wiss became a gal who naturally disappeared.
she had ceased to exist. it was not suicide, yet a cruel sudden death.
it was an error, someting they cant quite explain, in words or actions.

fuck you very much acclaim!

forbidden truth

"Stepping closer to her, he placed both hands on her slender shoulders. He lowered his head till his nose was nearly touching her head and took a deep breath. The scent of her hair was entralling, like the scent of a thousand flowers interwined together in the most beautiful unsion. He slid his hands along her shoulders, sliding down slowly along her arms till he found her palms. She responded, interlocking her fingers with his, letting him embrace her. She leaned back against his body, nestling her head just below his jaw. She had never felt so much comfort in a long time." written by Liquidfire

mr lf, am not quite up to writin like yrs, love like a fairy tale. the kind we imagined to be real. or perhaps its me. i jus dun remember once upon a fuckin time or understand any happily ever aft. i nvr found em but sometimes, i still look. yeah u shld try writin full time.

she lured him into the fittin room, wif a mischievous smirk and two buttons undone frm her dress.
he moved closer, grabbed her waist and left a string of scorchin kisses along her throat. as he sealed her lips to his wif a sweet suction, she swayed slightly, rubbin her hips against the fly of his pants. he was blissfully aroused by the time she took his hardness to her mouth wif so sweet a yearnin. lickin away every forbidden desire, every ragin thirst for her sins..

erm, i duuno how to continue. lolx

realm of silence

今天是你的生日。除了希望你会快乐，
我不晓得可以对你说的还剩些什么。
我始终，还是欠了一句，对不起。

不再

当心彻底死去的时候，我不知道，我还剩下了什么。

如果有一天，你能再走进我的世界，你一定会流泪，

因为那里都是你给的悲伤。

carpe diem

the past weeks ive been havin terrible emotions and my mind has been thinkin a lot. past, present or even future. cant believe it or cant accept it, i couldnt realli tell the difference. the future, im not quite ready. i cant see em at all. my past, the memories still so strict. ive yet to forget and let go. i seriously wonder is thr anywhr else i could be.. my soul dat used to bling bling doesnt shine anymore. i wonder if i could sparkle again. truth is, i wan to feel happier, i wan to be happy. but the more i pursue, the less it is within my grasp.

you saw all dat, din you lizzie? thr are so many kind words in dat card dat healed me at least once. readin it, i almost burst into tears. lotsa drops of pain and sorrow i drank when all dat was written was all dat i couldnt achieved. den silently i told myself my pain is no big deal. its no big deal, its no big deal.. no big deal. keep repeatin til its real. my life depends on tis. suddenly i realised its all abt tis, me tryin not to die.

i noe hope is onli an illusion but i guess, its time to be brave.

fade

mirror, mirror on the fuckin wall. who is the fairest of em all? “you dunno..” dats wat yr ans would be. well, lemme tell you a little secret. its not her..

screamin silently in pain on a daily expense. cryin in absolute vain became a bad habit. all these unbearable sadness, is onli drivin her insane. pls, she needs help. she prayed for amnesia. otherwise, pls gif her more pain den she could handle. make her hurt more. she is almost dead now anyway. tis pain is too much for her to take. can barely see. can hardly even breath.

she noes you do not want her here.
she will disappear she will disappear..

death would be merciful.

baby, when you think abt dat girl whose gone and dat moments lived forever. she hope you smile.

you will remember her de hor?

fools comfort

the sudden crash of thunder, those sudden movements and all the loud noises . ive become unused to it. i startle easily. i dunno why. i gotta stop the intruders. stop tryin to steal all dat is left in me. stop stealin my mind away.

i hate tis. i realli and truly hate all these..

fuck!

be..yond repa.....ir

Inoká Nai elyë hiruva! Namárië! says:

i read tis somewhr

Inoká Nai elyë hiruva! Namárië! says:

i tink it make sense

Inoká Nai elyë hiruva! Namárië! says:

a broken heart is like a broken mirror

it is better to leave it broken den hurt yrself tryin to fix it

Yvonne says:

wear glove to fix it lor

Yvonne says:

hurt is lessen

Inoká Nai elyë hiruva! Namárië! says:

like dat oso can

Yvonne says:

=p

Yvonne says:

tell me got crack i can accept lah

Yvonne says:

nt to fix it i dun agree

Inoká Nai elyë hiruva! Namárië! says:

haiz

Yvonne says:

but a cracked mirror which serves its purpose is nt all that bad

Yvonne says:

is whether u can accept looking at a crack mirror not

ive always thot thr will be enuff time, for wateva it was i was supposed to fix, given time.. but now i noe thr nvr was. cracked or broken, is irrelevant. either way, its still flawed. willin or not, eventualli discarded.

ive found my mirror.
all dat is left to do is break it.

depleted cure

am not talkin to myself

i hear the demon and angel debatin
they talk and talk and talk
so many of those i could i will i must not
on and on and on

their rantin is obvious
cant ignore em
so much to listen
so much noting
the truth they speak is everywhr
cept whr it belongs

it always come back deeper den it left
it still weights so much

turn off the monitor lights
stop seein wat isnt thr

let me go
i need to fall