Inked Tongue

Our love was made for movie screens. Just like kodaline said. It was a pretty evening, expectations all flying in the air with a sweet atmosphere of bliss that I found myself cruising on the waves of her looks. It was not love at first sight because it wasn't the first time to behold her. But this time she looked electrifying calm as she walked towards me. What a siren! I felt my heart racing in my thorax and when she spoke I was amazed for a funny fact that her voice had a subtle baritone that didn't seem to fit her looks. Her smile projected the divine works of nature. I embraced her and she took a piece of me - I took her home, straight to my heart. Time grew wings, so did she...so beautiful a butterfly could get jealous. She wants to take a flight with time. I help her. Our love was made for movie screens. The scripts flipped.

I have for too long questioned my purpose and every ideology that has been passed down to me. So much that it has caused me to start to tilt back and forth with my beliefs and my core values. I am held down by my society, tamed by my religion, silenced by my government, restrained by my culture and vilified by my opposite sex. Now I constantly struggle with the waves of my fears and emotions, too scared that my views will be held against my throat and legs. So I succumb. I rather confide in pen and papers knowing that at least my handwriting will be significant on these pages and hoping that I will run wild on the fields of freedom...Such hope is useless without these people knowing the content of my books. To escape this confines and bondage I had to write publicly these wrongs. In bold letters I did, without shame I did; and it came with its cost. Self inflicted? yes. Excruciating? Yes. But it was worth it. Now I can see the world from a better perspective and live a life.

...Yes Give me a new flavour this time, probably something that will knock me out of my five senses and cause my tract to rebel against it's bizarre chilled effect. Give me a scoop of mixed feelings, something that will hit right like schiz. Add a scoop of ecstasy, this groove should be worth the while.. Nothing should be compared to what is about to hit me. Let this daze be the first of its kind.. let it sweep away all the pieces of the version of this heart that once knew her.. Give me a scoop of amnesia, please hurry up I can't wait to empty myself of this memories that make me cranky. Halsey please Give me 3 scoops of chilling and a potent antidote for falling in love.

Don't run away with my heart Don't let this tears wash the earth Because time will cease to move And the rain will feel replaced Give me something to hold onto Even if it is a thin line of memory Because the wind is blowing me away Just like ashes scattered in the bay I close my eyes, I close my eyes Tight enough to hold you in my head Wishing I could go back in time To mend my broken ways I pinch myself, I pinch myself Quite enough to feel it in my heart May be if I went back in time My heart won't be breaking like unleavened bread.

I'm on that line right now, trying to find balance. Yes I'm on that line between pleasure and pain that I don't want to fall to neither of the sides. The things I feel recently are nothing but fantasies. With an unclear mind and a spinning head I dive into action, typically like blind gamble. This blind gamble seem to have put me in a tight corner, I'm at gun point, my decision aiming at me with pain in her eyes and a temper out of leash. She looks straight into my eyes and ask, "why did you make me if you weren't sure about me"? I'm trying to explain but my throat is mysteriously dry and my tongue seems tied, and to be honest I'm scared she'll pull the trigger before I get to explain to her how magical the thought of bringing her into existence was.., how beautiful it felt when I explained her concept to my friends. I am even more scared that I might not be able to explain how sorry I am. Hoping she can read my mind I look straight into her...

   Definitely we all have felt the urge to do something we're definitely sure we'd regret at the end. But we do it anyway because of experimental youthful instincts or May be out of insatisfaction. But who cares? At least you're getting a chance to have your feel of the experience, the dark sensation.    Yes of course it feels cool on the start and you feel you can control yourself at any time. So it always seems.     I went into that hole out of boredom with a touch of experiment. I did not just go in directly, I played at the brim.. I am sure I heard captivating sounds from inside the hole that seemed to be calling to me. I honestly would say that I felt drawn by these sounds that I found myself crawling down this hole, It was apparently catchy and the sounds became more audible. It gave me a feel of ecstasy and a dose of calm. I felt relaxed, seemed better than home to me.. I felt more of this appealing vibe oozing from far within but I stopped an...

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