Danab3ar - Danab3ars Daydreams

MILK AND HONEY.

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I’m always a little too much for people to handle. A little too sad or a little too overbearing or maybe even a little too annoying. 
I’m always too much. 
But I was always too little for the only person I ever really loved and that really screws me up inside.
 I was never enough.

JSM (via wnq-writers)

Oh hey it's me

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The Snowflake Catcher

I know a man who catches snowflakes Holds them on the palm of his hand or sometimes carefully between his fingertips He does this to impress the ladies I watch as they are memorised lady after lady in awe of the Snowflake Catcher’s special gift They talk with him, contemplating the wonder of nature’s creation each delicate flake infinitely different yet extraordinary beautiful He draws them in so easily

But ladies you must beware you must stay clear of the Snowflake Catcher I know the secret to his trick His secret is not natures love nor an ever so delicate touch No his secret is dark & foreboding It is his ice cold hands fed with blood from his ice cold heart He has taken his icy black inner and practiced over the years his trick of snowflake catching learnt simply you to entrap

So ladies see through this conman right to his dark cold heart Then move clear away your affections to sway to man whom in whose hands snowflakes just melt Such a man is more genuine and real and believe me when I say you’ve got more chance that a genuine man will melt your heart than the Snowflake Catcher ever will

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the things I think but can never say come out to play in my poisoned ink

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Image - Inner Demon III by jdotjam on deviantART

“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”

Pablo Picasso (via goodreadss)

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Why Don't You Write Nice Things?

Can’t you write nice things She asks People like nice things. Why always so dark So stark Why can’t you write nice things?

Bidding me good night I ponder what to write

I look back over twenty eight years The love & joy & arguments & tears She stood by me

I recall friends who in hours of need Were nowhere to be seen Except my one true soulmate

Dwell on the injustice of my favourite sibling How cancer at fifty three took him Her shoulder stood firm for me to cry on

Twenty plus years climbing to careers pinnacle Then the lies and accusations cynical Always she defended me

Then loyal and close long time colleagues Became personified back stabbers There she still stood my only friend

So in the end When she asks why I don’t write nice things I say the bells of spite still deep inside me ring But be sure that I’m only here Still able to write Because you stood by me Through every dark night

And once I’ve cleared my soul’s resentment I’ll write nice things just for your enjoyment

@which-craft-me

🐭So Cute🐀