Sense4MyThots

You have everyone eating out of your hand. Until we get so full, stomach stuffed with the tasteless food of thought you fed us. You on everyone's plate, served cold,with a shovel for a spoon and a rake for a fork. A touch of dust to season and colouring to your meal. Oh how i wish you tasted like pork. I mean i wish you were pork. So i could feed you to a pitbull. See if you can handle being ripped apart as you have ripped families and friends apart. Ive seen you tear through hearts like they were pieces of ragged clothes. You once sat on a plate or 2 on our dinning room tables. So i would die for a front row seat to the specticle of seeing you being tossed left and right, pierced by sharp teeth and left breathless. Pity you not pork... Instead... You just Destroy Earthlings And Torture Human life. You an endless occurance. You are torture to a soul that didnt expect you. You like a bully bursting a kid's collection of balloons. Shameless, poking me with a need...

Your Words. Your World. Your Worth. #2Sense

Your words. Your world. Your Worth. #2Sense

What do you normally do when you've lost your confidence? When all your days turn grey, do you ever ask yourself when your silver lining will appear? Who or what do you turn to when you are mentally caving in? This past week i was hit with a reality check, which made me question how safe a person really is when they go to bed or any other day. So what happend was some excuse of a living being decided to pay our commune a visit in the middle of the fucken night. It was probably 23:30 if im not mistaken. And the date being Friday the 13th , doesnt even make the situation any better. So while im in the other room of the house, having a jolly good time, my room was being broken into through the window. When it was time for me to sleep and i went back to my room, my window was wide open and my laptop was gone..... A few minutes later i noticed that my wallet had also gone missing... I think its safe to say that i have bad luck with wallets and laptops. My desk was empty, lifeles...