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just updating this profile, haven't been on here for bout 2years! i need to get back on here and meet new people, anyfing u want to know bout me please dont hesitate to ask, much love xmx 

Also i write poetry so if anyone would like to read some of my work please ask, im all for gaining feedback to improve thanks x

To save time i thought i would upload my poems onto my profile so you guys can read them straight away and comment!! ALL POEMS ARE EXCLUSIVE TO THIS PROFILE AND ARE ALL ORIGINAL PIECES BY MYSELF.

Battles

Everyday we face the same thing. We stare at the same enemy.

I was walking once minding my own when my mind was overthrown with this urge to overthrow who ever walks before my steps and lets their voices and opinions be known, so I thought I dare them to ever touch me and they will be shown my wrath my vengeance my fists of passion.

So there I am toe to toe with someone I didn’t even know ready to trade blows and leave them in a mess of their own. I swing viciously and thought I cracked their jaw but somehow my skin becomes ripped, o well I must have slipped so I carry on attacking and battling while my body shows the signs of war and fatigue, my mind becomes scarred and battered and in my awe I couldn’t believe I was going against more den I could withstand, more than one of them with much more than using their empty hands.

I clutch my ribs and continue to fight until I can’t fight anymore but I got jumped from behind caught in the blind side of my left eye.

Finally I gave in. I couldn’t go on, I don’t quit but this was ridiculous, how can I beat these guys. I mean ive given all I have and they haven’t flinched or fussed but I sit there with ripped clothes and head half way bust. So I open my eyes and look up to find no one there but me.

Alone.

Only then did I realise I just fought what I thought were a gang but it turned out to be only me against my emotions and thoughts.

Everyday we face the same thing. We all have our own battles.

She could

She could cause hurricanes with just the blink of her eye lids

I could stand there and with stand the winds she brings

She could tell me a thousand lies

I would believe every one of them

She could hold my heart within her palms

I would gladly count the lines on them

She could say the worst of the worst to me

My anger wouldn’t be able to compete with the love I have for her

She could make enemies with my soul alone

I would still take her side and fight myself if I had to

I could watch a thousand deaths and not flinch

She could tell me two things and have me die inside

I could hold onto her until the hands on the clock begin to ache

She could make me want to ache that much more

I could have all the money the world could give

She could make me want to trade it all for just a moment with her

She could be gone for one tenth of a millisecond

I would miss her intently

If only I could be what she wanted, I would be that much happier, the loss of a love is the worse thing anyone can go through, they say there is nothing like your first love, they are right. If I could meet them I would tell them how much she means to me.

Why Do I Live?

Why am I alive?

Am I the fine line between what you perceive in life and what you assumed in your mind?

Do I live to fight so I can in time ignite a flame that will never burn or stay alight?

Is my existence futile and pointless to the point where my points have less of a point?

Am I the type of pain and ache that you might find in between your limbs and joints?

Do I live to succeed to show those who negatively perceived and never believed in what I could achieve?

Am I alive to coincide as a figment of your imagination?

Am I the soul that sits alone in the dark corner of your mind contemplating whether life is worth the will to survive?

Am I alive to love? Alive to feel the sweet sensuous touch of purity much like a pure dove so much so I lose all senses and become incoherent to the speech of love?

Am I alive to hate and despise much like I’m frozen in time to observe the worse and form an incomplete conclusion as to what I actually exist for.

I sit and I wonder if my being is being brought short with the lack of thought brought upon my demise, you think you know what I think when I blink and take captions of life through these brown eyes.

So if I cease to exist and my beliefs become torn and ripped, would my name be erased from histories books only then will I realise that my life is only formed through your expectations…

I am only what you make me.

Thanks for reading them more to come soon...