A writer's mind...

...I just wanted to rhyme "I feel awake" with "I feel like cake".

I'm either hungry or sleepy, I can't decide.

Title: Haunting Me
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One person, one ghost, one story between them.
Note: Not the poem I intended, but it works.
( Haunting )

Title: Until You...
Rating: PG-13
Summary: From the cold to the warmth with one easy step
Notes: Inspired by someone close to my heart...and then blatently used in an rpg.

( Until )

*snorts* I feel like cake...fucking hell I'm insane.

A writer’s mind…

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

…I just wanted to rhyme “I feel awake” with “I feel like cake”.

I’m either hungry or sleepy, I can’t decide.

Title: Haunting Me
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One person, one ghost, one story between them.
Note: Not the poem I intended, but it works.
( Haunting )

Title: Until You…
Rating: PG-13
Summary: From the cold to the warmth with one easy step
Notes: Inspired by someone close to my heart…and then blatently used in an rpg.

( Until )

*snorts* I feel like cake…fucking hell I’m insane.

Just me...

I can never be her, she was something...some level I could never touch.

A goddess, amongs mere mortals.

I'm not a gothic beauty, I'm not an incredible artist, I'm not the be all and end all of catches.

I'm just...me.

I'm not even sure I would WANT to be her. For if I were her, I would not be me. And I would have hurt someone beautiful, precious and wonderful.

I just wish he'd see me.

But how can I ask him to let go of the opast, when I can't? How can I ask him to look at me, to notice me, to care for me, when I'm not sure I'm worthy of it?

For as she was a human goddess, he is certainly a human god.

So, maybe I should stay in the shadows, simply watching and enjoying the light.

Because I'm not sure if I have the power to shine, and I'm afraid of being eclipsed by the past.

And no matter what, I will always be here, a shoulder, a hand, an arm, and any other part he may need of me. To lean on, to hold, to simply be there.

I can happily love as a friend, if it is my only way to love at all.

Though, he must forgive me if I tresspass in my lonely thoughts and dreams.

After all, I'm just me...and I'm simply human.

Just me…

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

I can never be her, she was something…some level I could never touch.

A goddess, amongs mere mortals.

I’m not a gothic beauty, I’m not an incredible artist, I’m not the be all and end all of catches.

I’m just…me.

I’m not even sure I would WANT to be her. For if I were her, I would not be me. And I would have hurt someone beautiful, precious and wonderful.

I just wish he’d see me.

But how can I ask him to let go of the opast, when I can’t? How can I ask him to look at me, to notice me, to care for me, when I’m not sure I’m worthy of it?

For as she was a human goddess, he is certainly a human god.

So, maybe I should stay in the shadows, simply watching and enjoying the light.

Because I’m not sure if I have the power to shine, and I’m afraid of being eclipsed by the past.

And no matter what, I will always be here, a shoulder, a hand, an arm, and any other part he may need of me. To lean on, to hold, to simply be there.

I can happily love as a friend, if it is my only way to love at all.

Though, he must forgive me if I tresspass in my lonely thoughts and dreams.

After all, I’m just me…and I’m simply human.