Sour DreamsDo I dream?
Yes, I suppose I do
Don't we all
But my dreams
are not sweet
I can't dream a
Because my life
has been burnt
I've become sour
Oh so sour it hurts
So that I can survive
Though I don't truly live
I'm bent and broken
But I'll continue on
and walk alone
Into the depth
of my insanity
My so called
Love is.....Love is what binds us together
and what tears us apart
Love will revive us all
and it will kill us all
Love is everything
and it is nothing
Love is death
and it is life
Love is love
DrugLove is a drug
Mixed between ecstasy & ruin
between pleasure & pain
Like the smell of blood
that pours out of my veins
It's a addictive
But it's destroying you
from the inside out
Hitting hard with every breath,
I guess, just like crystal meth
Love is so destructive
It really hurts
But it hurts so good
You just can't get enough
Yeah I know it's tough
Love is the drug
you can't get enough of
Cigarettes and LipsticksJust let me say one thing
I never learned how to love
My feelings I'll shove
Guess I had too much
You'll be erased
I'll forget it when I wake up
A bittersweet taste
Whiskey and cigarettes
This ain't love
Honey don't think we're more than this
A short-term bliss
Cause I only want you for the night
You're my Mr.Right just this once
Take up all your fun
Cause in the morning I will run
A couple of rounds
Then I can't be found
Something you'll be regretting
Good luck forgetting
It's a lipstick lullaby
Goodnight and goodbye
Bloody Madness and Glass Hearts Part I "I want her". Those words being the only thing I continue to tell myself.She is the one who is buried in her own temptations of pure lust, gluttony, and greed.She who is nothing but a picturesque shell of a woman.Drenched in gold & the worlds finest.Men who crowed around her, awaiting her every command.No,to her none of this is enough.But whats left?What is she missing?
She paces her bedroom frantically wishing she had an answer, though I only stood there watching her grow impatient.Calmly gazing at her long silver hair shine with every step she so graciously took.But alas you could not see the anger bubbling up inside me,.... no one could. Repeatedly these devious thoughts happily pranced around my mind.Thoughts so beautifully corrupt, it brought a grin upon my face.She soon gave up and promised herself to continue the following day.
I watched her sleep, for it was the only time she seemed to be innocent and happy."what is going on in that head of yours"? whispering so
Burry me in thorns
and drown me in ashes
I'll say hello to the devil
Especially just for you
ChildThe understanding of a misunderstood child.
Where their downfall would be the miscommunication
of mind, body, and soul through that of an other being.
Messsage in a bottleSometimes people cry out for help,
I think we all have witnessed it,
We watch them break,
We watch their tears,
And we see something in their eyes,
The last piece of hope,
The hope that as well could be a message in a bottle.
Who will ever know if someone noticed that tiny little bottle in the ocean,
Or if they did,
Did they pick it up?
I have seen a lot of bottles in my time,
And most of the time I pick them up,
But I notice quite a few times I don´t,
It is like they become invisible,
Even if they scream loudly right in front of you,
I think something is wrong,
Why do we leave the bottle in the ocean?
I clearly can see they need help,
And I see it,
I really do,
How can you pretend not to?
Thank You so much. You are an extraordinary friend who does an outstanding job in healing the wounds of every broken-pieced, depression-suffering and heart-lost teenager.
Angry? I curse using you.
Happy? I get high using you.
Fatigue? I whine using you.
Sad? I cry screaming you.
You make the best of me. You describe me at my worst, at my best. You bring out the lively emotions from my dead-looking, stinking-cold heart. You are able to twist, turn and portray the most powerful messages ever. Through poems, spoken words, and literature; you scream when tears have gone dry, you rise from the dead and stand up when injustice is served and you send such strong messages that it shakes the feet of mankind off the filthy-filled ground.
You are caring, gentle, kind and loving. Thank You for always being there and helping me never give up.
ScreamingThe screaming is too loud, today and tonight.
So I clasp my hands over my ears.
And shut it tight.
My eye’s eyes are shut. I don’t scream anymore.
Dry lips, from no longer screaming.
My mouth will remain shut.
Time no longer turning.
I am here for you little screaming girl.
Don’t open your mouth.
You’ll fall victim to the repetition.
The addiction of the screams.
Once I open my eyes
Fading to white, the world around me blurs.
Refusing to scream, just because of the
Others fall victim to the repetition, the addiction.
Sweet little boy, you screamed for so long.
Surely you must be tired.,
And your voice is so horse.
Just trying to make it by.
Screaming my last scream.
Too loud, my voice breaks.
Into little precious pieces
I wish my eyes were a mirrorI wish my eyes were a mirror
so you can see you as i see
your heart was crushed by an image
built by a cruel society
I wish my eyes were a mirror
So that i may help you to believe
that what they say is lies
and show you how you are to me
I wish my Heart could speak clearer
to help you understand
that you are the only person
that can fill my empty hands
I wish i could be your savior
Wipe away your fresh tears
i would gently say i love you
as i hold you through the years
And i wish my soul was a healer
to undo all of the pain
Make all their hostile efforts
finally end in vain
But to you im just a stranger
or "Just friends at best"
because you fear that i will hurt you
just like all the rest
So i wish my eyes were a mirror
So you can see you as i see
And ill continue to count the days
until you become one with me.
The Thoughts of A Misantropistic AsexualIt's not that I choose to hate humans.
It's not that I choose to hate myself.
It's just that humans including myself are just wretched beings.
So why ever would I love one, none less myself?
I'd rather love a leaf than a man.
I'd rather love a rock than a woman.
Neither of them tend to be right.
They are all so wretched.
I don't necessarily want to dislike humans.
It's not necessarily my fault.
It's simply the fault of humans themselves.
Simply their fault, at their faults.
People have the tendency to be:
So it not really my own fault.
That would mean I would not be able to love anyone.
That would mean I would have sex with either gender, but not feel anything at all
Giving UpSometimes I pray that I can die
I want this life to end
I cry because I want to kill myself
And I cry because I can't
I know there are people out there
who have harder lives than me
This poem is for us, with hard lives.
People who have had their bodies used
for a pleasure not their own
Just as it has been done to me
People who are lonely
even though they have friends
friends who dont seem to want to
reach out and help
Just as I have felt
People with parents who find them
"useless" or "not good enough"
Just as my mom has told me.
People with parents
who get drunk all the time
making us worry
when they never come around
Just as my dad has done to me
People with siblings
who make fun of us
laughing at us in front of their friends
Just as my sister has done to me
People who have lost loved ones
People who have been heart broken
People who have been injured serverly
People who have been harrassed
People who have been beat down
People who have felt low
I Never Found HerShe chased me.
“I'm gonna get him!” she growled. She was on her knees and crawling around, trailing not even 3 feet behind.
With each bulky step I took, the old, hardwood floor vibrated under the carpet. I was never really, per say, ‘light on my feet’ in the short years I’ve lived.
I giggled and anticipation rose in my chest when I stopped and she was almost at my feet. I ran away again, and stood in my room.
Then she stopped. Slowly, I crept from behind my hamper and she was waiting for me at the trim of my door.
I smiled and we made eye contact. She remained still until she screamed and turned away from me.
My mother eyed me strangely, but she shrugged it off and continued into the dining room.
She looked at back at me and crawled away, and out of nowhere, I heard a thud. I knew that was my sister’s hiding place.
I tittered a little and stomped into my mother’s room.
Boom. Thud. Boom.
She popped out from between the small chair and the
Jack Frost X Reader (Part 8)A few days ago, you had your first encounter with Pitch. But now, you are still being haunted by the encounter. At night you’d wake up because of a nightmare that he sent. During the day, you feel like he’s around every corner and object. Waiting to attack.
Jack would tell you that he’s just trying to get into you head. But you knew he wanted more.
Today, Jack waited for you on your front porch. You wave goodbye to your friends and tackled him into a big hug. He laughs softly and gives you a kiss.
Once you get into the house, you throw your bag onto the couch and walked into the kitchen. Jack leans against the door frame of the kitchen.
“Do you want anything to eat?” You ask him as you reach for an apple.
Jack walked over to you and plucked the apple from your hand. Watching you, he took a bite out of it and handed it back to you.
“Thanks,” he said with his mouth full of apple.
“You know you could’ve gotten your own apple, right?
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a lie
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
MuteI rip out my vocal cords
One at a time
With no disregard towards
The blood and gore I'm
Getting on my rotting palms
No one cares anyways
They wouldn't care if I was dropping bombs
They're too wrapped up in their own days
Why make myself mute
Now they can't hear me complain
About my oh so very cute
And insignificant pain
Now they won't need
To suffer anymore
They will be freed
From me, only a constant sore
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."
The Dark ForestThe dark forest
It takes you in
And comes when you least expect it
The dark forest
But at the same time it’s your graveyard of memories
As you venture deeper into the darkness
You feel this presence sitting on your shoulder
As it gets comfortable you remember the feeling
And it fills you with fright
The dark forest
Horrible in its own way
You hate being there but you’ve know it for so long
The dark forest
Inside there is no turning back
While you know you don’t want to do this
And as you reach the end you see the a shovel
The presence gets stronger as you pick it up
You walk a little longer until you get to a hole
You jump down inside it and start digging
Slowly but surely you can’t get out
And when you’re trapped there only others can save you
But you’re to insecure to accept the help
Even though the wounds on your arms, tells all your tales
And how you started digging that hole
Wonder.Do you fear your own death?
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.
Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.
Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.
But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.
It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...
I'm afraid of how I'll
The EndDig your nails into your skin, feel their harshness crawl within.
Scratch and tear the flesh apart, for here begins a fresh new start.
See the pink, the red, and the blue, grab a knife, you know what to do.
Remove the organs, hear the tears, scream and wail for further repairs.
And now you're down to your heart, tear it out to end and restart.
Anything.We waited in silence,
For a sound.
But nothing ever happened,
And no one ever came.
We waited for him.
But he never came.
A long plane ride in bitter silence,
Left alone with a crushing reality.
He was never coming home.
And we realize that no amount of wishin will bring him back to us.
But still we wait.
Wondering if he watches us or turns away in shame?
Wondering if he's proud of who we became?
Wondering if he will visit our dreams anymore?
And we wait in silence.
For a sound.
No One Can See...Each day is so different,
Her emotions change,
Why do they do that,
As each day comes?
One day happy,
The next, she is an emotional wreck.
But no one knows,
They can't see it.
Or they don't want to see it.
An ordinary girl,
Making everyone smile.
Well that's what it seems.
Behind the scene,
Is something dark.
No one knows,
They can't see it.
Not even those who are close to her.
She is silently screaming to tell,
But who would listen?
Why would they care?
Eventually she can't take it any longer,
She gives up.
Nothing makes her smile,
Not even the joy of making others smile.
Nothing seems worth it anymore.
Nothing makes her smile,
there is no meaning to,
She now sits alone,
But still, even with the changes,
They way she looks,
No one can see,
She is sad,
And just wants someone to talk to.
A Monster's Plea for MercyYou're too close
Too close for comfort
I don't need your help
Stay way from me
I'll only hurt you
Not just once
But many times
Til' you feel broken
Just like me
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
I can't stop
In the end
I'll kill you
Slowly and painfully
I don't want to
To hurt all of you
Like I hurt myself
But I want to stop
Though I really can't
Make it stop
Make it stop....