Blogging...

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THE OBSESSIONS (It's been a while):

Sam Eastgate- Pure SEX

When HE was hot (sorry but I will not use his real name, Cedric Diggory is the hot one in this) :)

Tom Riddle is SEX, But he is like 30 now and less attractive :(

Of course I wasn't going to forget these two, I love them so much :'D

This is...

WEIRD

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By the way...

I'm in love with StumbleUpon, what a great site :)

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Poetry again...

Twisted Fixations

Feelings of happiness when were alone,

What will I tell her?

I feel as if I’m committing a crime.

But to mislead my organ, is the worst to do.

Tell me what do I deserve?

I’m in deep and difficult to escape.

Much waiting came out of this,

Were we very passionate?

I care a lot, put people first.

So why not you? We struggle for false hopes.

Something to believe,

I’m too young and I’m fragile.

When I finally expand and break,

I will leave nothing but a mere memory of what was.

But I shall enjoy my path to death, unlike my relation.

But I fear that I’m hurting, so I will choose neither and follow his impressions.

Finally I explode, choose the truth.

I’ll cut you all and drown you like a sponge.

I can’t deal with this much more,

I must confess I am weak and shall choose neither.

But before the end there is hate.

Hate for me, someone so cruel.

I’ll tell the truth right before I neutralize.

So shave your head, and make this much easier.

Put this on, I don’t want to stain your Chanel.

And she’ll put this one on because I don’t want to stain her beautiful face.

Now proceed, you know you will.

Stop telling me what to do, I’m me!

Why are you in my head when you should be here in my heart?

You overtake me, but you’re dead,

How can this be?

Explain why I’m turning into you.

Hands down I fill the tub.

Right to the brim, with little room for a lid.

Okay,

You first, with the blindfold on, no one would know.

My hand clasped her blonde locks,

Tightly, I struggle to push,

Please don’t fight me.

Then there it is, my prize,

My mistake.

Obsession:

Yes Erica Durance, just because I love her.

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Poetry...

Ellie, You Know...

Ellie, I must tell you.

For someone who is somewhat a slut I feel as if that’s not truly me, that can’t be me. I feel an indescribable feeling. Too early for love, too late for likes. What am I to do? Seems as if everyone I meet wants one thing I admit I do too. But whenever you are to enter a room, I blush and weaken. I feel my body adjusting slowly to your presence and my heart and my stomach flutter.

Tell me what be the truth of my feelings, a cold and lonely home and a warm body and clothing to wrap and dislocate. A preposterous tale to share and a damp stick to stare and be startled.

The feelings mutual, cold and lonely- us both. Let me change and be changed for that I must change for.

Ellie, I must show you.

I’m bland and bleak; I want more that one thing from this situation.

Now may I lay a tender osculation on to ones cast? Because I’m ready, I’m unbounded.

Michael <3

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