Pixieblue : Writing

Flutterbye

Flutterbye

A Poem by Pixieblue


Up on the rooftops, caving in.
Rantyrant.

Rantyrant.

A Poem by Pixieblue


blahhhhhh
Healing hands

Healing hands

A Poem by Pixieblue


What I thought about at work today.
Blades.

Blades.

A Poem by Pixieblue


People look upon self harm as a attention seeking thing. When really its so much more.
Jack it up.

Jack it up.

A Poem by Pixieblue


I can't even begin. I guess this is about a friend of mine. A life i got caught up in for a while. Injecting is another form of self harm.
Finally giving up.

Finally giving up.

A Poem by Pixieblue


Quite personal to me, im fed up of the runaround.
Ghostly hands.

Ghostly hands.

A Poem by Pixieblue


A question i ask myself daily.
Breaking down.

Breaking down.

A Poem by Pixieblue


More of my written word.
Choices.

Choices.

A Poem by Pixieblue


Appreciate what isn't there as well as what is. Just because you cannot see it, does not mean that it isn't there. It will return.
Sexual ecstasy.

Sexual ecstasy.

A Story by Pixieblue


I don't think i need to explain, enjoy ;)