Wednesday, 4 July 2012
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
I haven’t really been active for some time, life takes over sometimes. I want to thank the people who have shown interest in my work. I took time out from writing due to returning to University after a break of several years from university. Although it feels that I am a little rusty on the writing despite the massive influx of emotions that are going around at the moment. My last post is very vague, and well not really up to standard but I hope for it to improve J thank you again guys and keep posted!
I hate this feeling, this way you make me feel
The way my heart leaps when I think about you
Every time I get something expecting it to be you
Every time I smiled it was because of you
All my hope and dreams because of you
I hate this feeling, when you took it all away
The way my heart breaks because of you
I dread receiving anything
When I cry and feel lonely, it’s because of you
When my hopes and dreams feel insignificant
This empty feeling you left in my life
You were my friend, my crush and the one I laid my hope on
I trusted you with my heart
I trusted you
Friday, 17 September 2010
I would like to thank all the people that have left comments, emailed me and poped by. It means alot and its nice to see what people have to say in response to my writing.
I would to like to ask you that if you feel like there is something close to you that you would like to talk about, or to be talked about. Then please contact me as I am always looking for topics to write about as you can tell its something that I enjoy alot.
Don't be shy and even if you just need some one to talk to then it will stay private.
Email me via the website and again thank you for your support and kind words!
Regards Laura xx
When do we become so lost, so lost that we cant find our selves
An empty core evaporated
The only peace from this emptiness, to wander the streets
To feel alone, to want to cry and to want to be lost
Why do we want to be lost when we need to be found
When we wait for the rain in this long drought
Unable to be alone and unable to cry
Secretly crying out to the world with no one listening
Walking the lonely streets with no one there
Why do we stay so lost when we could be found
When walking back to the crowd seems so easy but yet so hard
I feel so lost and my solitary is my only comfort
Feeling my meaningless pain is my pleasure
Blaming the world is my words
Yet this page is empty
My ink doesn’t stain