Whenever I'm lonely, whenever I start to miss you, I hold in my hand, that little bit of you, I hold it and read it and you're there, saying those words, snuggling, your words enveloping me like a blanket, a warm, comfy blanket of love. And I'm there. With you. It means a lot to me, that letter. You, my Kitten, mean a lot to me, Time and again, I've said it, Time and again, I will continue to say I love you.
This poem will be short, As I am with inspiration, Sat here on a bus, I wonder... Why did I say ON a bus and not IN, After all, I'm technically indoors. Ambulating, or more accurately, sitting. I watch the world go by, Listen to music, Lust after the cute girl opposite me, See the rain, smile and sing, sometimes out loud. I'm happy. The girl is cute, but gimmie my Kitten any day. Here's the love part of the poem: I love...
My laptop screen is too bright, but I can’t be bothered turning it down. I’ll just live with it. I decided to get some food to quell my hunger but all that did was make me even more hungry and thirsty. I have a notification on Facebook, which has turned out to be crap and I’m currently drawing level with my opponent in Tekken 3. Whoopee. My writing endeavours all turn out to be crap, which is fzarking annoying. Yeah, I us...
I hate those times when you want to write something, but either have no drive, or no ideas. You open a word document and just type for the sake of typing. Or if you’re a fan of pen and paper, you do it that way. You have no idea if you’re gonna come up with something good or just a bunch of words strung together. Sometimes, it’s amazing, you actually find that there’s something about just writing your thoughts about havin...
Kitty and kitten share a hug,They kiss each other and be all snug.Thousands of miles and a computer screen,Don’t stop them from making each other scream.Screaming in laughter and joy, they share themselves,They let their minds take little delvesInto each other’s, getting to know one another,Kitty whispers “Kitten, you’re cute as no other!”Kitten blushes and Kitty kisses,His aim is one that never misses.Kitten squirms and...
The winter grains.They bring such a different texture:not harsh, though not too smooth,still warm, though a little chilly.They warm to my mouth,clinging and burning,gently. And the smell!Burning my nostrils,bringing tears to my eyes!My eyes, they close. savouring youletting you sit there, in my mouth,in my nose, in my heart, burning my chest.You, my Lady, are a conflagration,a fire spreading through my chest, my body.Neve...
