Biography of Charlotte Andreski
See into me and I will show you what life does when left in a thirteen year old`s hands. I experience so much, so often, writing is my only outlet. Sure it's raunchy and gory, but that's the truth, is it not? I write the truth of what I see, what I think, what I know, but also of the other side, the unknown. Talk to me and I will tell you, and perhaps life from there on out is changed. xx
it's two years later, and that is the biggest bullshit I have ever managed. sorry for being such a pretentious twat xx
Charlotte Andreski Poems
Time stops It all stops When we stop Because life stops
I come home from your office Throw myself against the wall The thoughts swirling in my mind They make me want to fall,
Handcuffed to the bed I’m a sex slave all for you Please what the hell Are you trying to do
The scars I have The heart I wear on my sleeve All the old boys Left heir own mark on me
Mask Of Perfection
If I opened up to you I would just have to be true And stop holding on.
Out the door Into the world
Seeing His Coming
When his hand lays upon me, All I ever can see Is the memory of he Who really had me.
Bones charred around me Flesh shriveled ascendingly Loving the sights, I am free Mom, why can’t you see?
This bite I take I will regret later What is my fate, or Lack there made
Walking On The Train Tracks
You see me Walking on a train track Hips swayin' Music playing
What we once wished for we now regret For what we once wanted Was part of the past
Without, Copy 2
Without love, I am no longer human My skin is numb My pain tingling
This is for Justine, the girl who keeps me going, the girl of my last stanza. Thanks, J (: Without love,
Unfurl My Sail
There I run, within the lane I turn to see her next to me- A girl. My dark brown hair a sleek mane Through which to her I call,
Mask Of Perfection
If I opened up to you
I would just have to be true
And stop holding on.
When the pen falls,
The words flow,
A river- fast and clear
Look beneath the surface