Blog Entries from poisoned_apple

  1. jamie

    all those nights along the highway all those lights leading you back to my place sitting in your car driving long we drove so far jamie dont go home tonight jamie i just need your arms around me so tight another day another heart ache i go to work and im not okay every day leading nowhere till i see you then i just dont care jamie dont go home tonight jamie i just need your arms to hold me tight maybe one of these days you'll walk in through that door you'll say im home...
  2. without you

    lastnight i dreamed i was in heaven but you werent there there were a million smiling faces but why should i care for all the happiness and joy my soul still felt weak and destroyed heaven couldnt be enjoyed without you everywhere i looked were angels and deep blue skies but there were no stars and no peace there and then i cried you were the only one i loved and though id gone to live above there was no peace without your love without you i wandered lonely and heart...
  3. time and time and time again.....

    when you hurt you know i feel it too and when you cry it cuts me through your tears all fall like acid rain and i just want to stop the pain you turn away and you wont speak your eyes are tired, red and weak i'll hold you so you know im there to share your pain because i care later when you fall asleep i'll sit there quietly and weep because i know your heart is breaking when i can feel that mine is acheing i'll never let you see me cry i'll be there to wipe your eyes...
  4. why did she drink so much? second half: now decide who you think is to blame...

    After a further two, three, maybe four glasses of wine she felt as though her head were made of iron and her body was light as a feather. She sat for a moment trying to gather her thoughts, but as with most drunken thoughts they were fleeting and made little sense. He now sat in the chair beside her. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes in desperation as the room began to spin and sway each time she moved. His hand traced the skin on her cheek, they were cool. He...
  5. why did she drink so much? ( the blame game: who is to blame in this story?)

    The day had been long and tiresome, the work drab and uninteresting, still there was the promise of tomorrow, a busier day, one that could keep a weary mind from straying. It was becoming harder and harder to concentrate as the months passed and the glances turned into more lingering looks. What did he want from her? Was it all just some passing fancy that took him and left as quickly as it came, or was it? It was difficult enough coming to terms with the messy end to a yearlong...
  6. the best mistake

    you say the nights i say the days you say you're rght i know your ways you'll never give up you'll let me down you'll say you'll take me there and leave me hanging around because earth and heaven above you god knows im sorry i love you but you were the best mistake of my life you picked me up then we went out i paid my way and without a doubt when you drove me home i kissed you goodnight then it was over i lost the fight because earth and heaven above you god knows im...
  7. ending to the song i never started

    it seems all that any man ever did to me was take 'cause half a hearts not enough for you to break
  8. losing the battle (the final chapter)

    my eyes were dry and the cieling seemed to be moving in a most peculiar way. my hand waved limply searching to my left bedside drawer. "it's not there anymore" simon's voice was booming and unwelcome. "simon, first of all why are you still here and secondly where is my water bottle?" "okay, we'll play it your way then. firstly im here because believe it or not i care about whether you might choke to death on your own vomit, secondly your silver springs bottle full of vodka is happily...
  9. losing the battle

    sitting in the damp smelling canteen, my hands (still bitter and red from the cool wind outside) trembled violently as they lifted the aneamic tuna sandwich from it's plastic casing. "where is everyone?" i thought aloud, as i often did, preferring to talk to myself than anyone else and not expecting an answer. taking a long weary slug from my half empty hip flask i heard the sound of a strangely familliar voice. "they've all gone" came the answer from the shadow behind the door....
  10. Love Hurts

    So many loves i thought i had Each one caused me endless pain Feeling solemn, sweet and sad Trying to forget their names Each one lied a lovers lie One that burned so brutally That though so many tears i cry Each one i cry so futilely Did noone tell them it's a sin to lie and break another's heart, To know them well, outside and in and then to suddenly depart? Oh saints, oh god, oh please do tell Why is it that they hurt me so? Im sure i've served my time in hell Why...
  11. forgive me

    i had a dream lastnight which stirred me from my sleep i woke up in a sweat and many tears my eyes did weep i dreamt i went to heaven and saw the angels there the pearly gates were glorious but then, why should i care? i knew as i did gaze upon those golden bars that never would they open to a heart so black and scarred i gave a sigh and waitied but no greeting for me came no sign of st.peter and no one knew my name i waited and i wandered i watched them all go by...
  12. le petit mort de la vampire

    the winding melody in the air gave birth to writhing passions amourous discontent a pressing urge for flesh and fantasy my lips quivered my nostrils flooded with it's sweet fragrance beneath my skin, my blood still running cold now swept with fury and lust the rhythmic pulsation of the crowd their mortality their frailty i stood in the shadows my gahstly face obscured by forgiving darkness i watched them how they danced the bitter tang of sweat began to ooze into the night and...
  13. different hearts

    i stood there expectantly he passed it to me then i didn't think it was a watch a mug or parker pen so many of my questions had gained so many clues so when i opened up the box like i already knew i paused a moment just before i opened up my eyes and pictured then the ring that i thought lay still inside a pretty, dainty solitaire made from yellow gold there could be nothing prettier or so i have been told for there it was when at a glance i saw there--not a ring the most...
  14. The winding circle

    It had been a long and arduous day. The rain ticked and splattered on the shop windows. Where was she going? Home of course, where else? Oh, but one wouldn't hurt, she thought to herself, just the one and then off home, the train would be late today. The local barflies hung around, humming their same old conversations, drawling on about nothing in particular. What a waste of a life she thought to herself, sitting in the same old bar every day. She liked to watch them all the same. The...
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