|A stone angel on the Milaten Cemetery in cologne , Germany .|
'Unwanted' Ramblings - No.9Christmas is over,'Unwanted' Ramblings - No.9 by UNWANTEDRAMBLER
And the Merry man has stabled his deer,
The old has given way to the new,
And now I am faced by another year,
So what do I do?
Should I continue to scribble?
Should I continue to ramble?
Should I continue, but to what ends?
Should I continue to mumble?
Should I continue to waffle?
Should I? When I am not even considered a friend,
I wonder if you look and see,
I wonder if you look and read,
I wonder if you ever take the time,
There are so many words there,
So many emotions declared,
All the memories of a heart that was blind.
I have listened to so many songs, that describe you to me,
Lost myself within their lyrics, bathe within their melodies,
I would sit there singing them, as if singing them to you,
Closing my eyes, protecting myself from the truth.
But no matter what I say, no matter what I do,
There will always be this distance between us,
For I believed you were the one to see this through,
But I was wrong, for too long and longer still, I was wrong.
So with a s
I Am HumanToes crushed into the highheels he bought me, I walked along the side walk with my purse trying to escape my shoulder. My head was down so passing people wouldn't see the make-up on my face and call me "ugly" again. While my legs moved faster than before, the black dress my beloved found beautiful began to ride up my body and expose my disgusting looking knees. I quickly yanked down the dress and continued this fast pace, continued onward to where he waited for me in our cozy living room by the TV.I Am Human by LovelessKoi
My purse dropped but I did not want to stop and retrieve it so I progressed on. A voice behind me called out for me to stop because the person had picked up the purse, my heart sunk deep into my stomach. I did not turn to face the approaching foot-steps, I did not speak when the young woman handed me the purse, I did not cry when she looked at my face and screamed in pure disgust. I did snatch my purse and run faster than I have before, breaking one of my heels a few feet away from the house
Hi There |
My name is Sabeth , I am 16 years old , living in Germany , but dreaming of a life in the british countryside.
I love (almost) everything english and victorian , as well as food , music , creepy things and poetry and am rather shy and calm , mostly occupied with myself and that perfect little world inside my head .
I'd like to turn my passion to profession one day and become either a seamstress or a goldsmith.
Other then that , I just want to be happy .
That's all you need to know for now , but you can always message me if there are other questions.
But please don't expect me to answer straight away , I am rarely online.
Important people you need to know :
My friends from germany , all great painters and arists : and and
My friend from England , a great poet :
My brother from America , a creative and freaky person :
My real life sister, another creative and talented painter and photorgapher :
Some stamps to finish this properly :
♂ + ♀ = ♥
♂ + ♂ = ♥
♀ + ♀ = ♥
Mrs-Antichrist ☿Ω‡ (↯)