The Beauty of DeathDeath is something I fear.And yet I find it ever so enchanting...It wraps me in its coils, whisperingDisturbing words, a mindless rantingYet words so full of grace and beauty.They call me a madman.But what is there to chide about?I find death beautiful--I find it amazing.There really is no reason, at me, to shoutYet those who see me praise this glorious workThey insist that I am insane.But death is something they should not fear!Death is life, and life is death.Without death, life cannot draw nearAnd without life, death cannot exist.Death is beautiful.Death is sad--oh, ever so sad!But within the hollow graves of menI see deep inside the seams of good and badUpon death, one may see all!But without death, life is utterly worthless.For those who have lived long lives, hear my call!Does life not grow long, tiring, and much too thinly stretched?Drinking tea, socialising, creating ideas, attending balls—Does not all of this gro
quietly fall down.i.I'm tired of only drawingscribbles on my paper,because they remind me ofmy messed up, murderedheart.ii.Its more painful to laughthan to smile. I want tocry; I just want tolaugh right beside you.(It won't be happening soon.)iii.When I realize it, myheart is already spilling over foryou. I just want to disappear.It'd feel so much more realthan this.iv.I remember it..I'll carry this sadness.Silently,I'll fall down.
bitterness.hands trembling,unable to hold myself togetherlike sand washing away in the seawater.pieces fold inwards and break,origami crushed between your palms;I can only watch behind miserable eyes.and the tears start fallingfaster and faster and fasterand I can't stopeven when I placemy cold hands to stopthe flow of hot tearsand, and, and, and--I think,one daythis bitternesswill engulf me,and eat away whatever's leftof this broken, downtroddensoul.
BrokenBeneath the crying tears,Beyond the bruised ego,Is a girl, who's just like me.Fragile as always,Broken so many times.No glue can save her,Only she can save herself.She will move on eventually.Heart strong as ever,She'll beat them all,Love the loved,And hate the hated.Deep down beneath it all,The girl so broken,Is just like me.
Broken..Broken wings,Make it impossible to fly.Broken dreams,Make it impossible to die.Broken promises,Make it impossible to trust.A broken heart,Makes it impossible to love.
BrokenOver the river under the fallsthrough the think black brushmy broken heart callsWraped in thornsbeaten, batterd and brusiedreminds me of a pastthat i choose not to loseAs my emo story is toldcracked, crumbled and crushedmy broken heart is coldWith fire in my eyesand Ice water in my veinsmy cold blooded heart istantied and standedSo with this last breaththat i do take i hope to godi can stop being fakeSo i can exit this dark placewhere the memeroy receideshidden without a traceAnd go back to the worldto start over againbut i know i will have anotherbroken heart to mend.....
Look At What You've DoneI threw aside my prideFrom my heart I writeI did all I could and triedI tried with all my mightYou are why I criedAs I lost sightLook at what you've doneNo longer will I see the sunAll you did was runI thought you were the oneMy end has begunLooks like you wonAnd with this gunI'll say bye to everyoneDon't forget what you've doneI am now numb insideI was left behindI guess I didn't qualifyNow lost in the nightContemplating suicideI can no longer fightLook at what you've doneNo longer will I see the sunAll you did was runI thought you were the oneMy end has begunLooks like you wonAnd with this gunI'll say bye to everyoneDon't forget what you've doneI'll meet you at the gatesThe gates to HellCause this will be your fateA fate that you will befellYou'll get a taste of your hateAs I say farewellLook at what you've doneNo longer will I see the sunAll you did was runI thought you were the oneMy end has begunLooks like you wonAnd with this gunI'll say
BrokenBroken tears to match a broken smileBroken dreams; broken hopes for tomorrowSo broken, and nobody ever knewWhat the extent of this brokeness would doHappy for a minute and then lost all the sameHappiness taken like it was some sort of gameLost in a spiral of confusionAnd tears flooding with emotionPain pumping through veins instead of bloodWith every beat, more pain; no loveWalking; not feeling each stepBody numb; like there's nothing leftSo broken, so brokenAnd nobody ever knewWhat the extent of this brokeness would do
Seperate Ways (Part 4)After a quick lunch, Sophie helped Elsa pack up a few things for their trip while the drider weaved a few new silk fabrics to sell. The hollow in the tree was very small, but cozy for the child. She liked it. Though she couldn’t help but think about the big baobab tree, and all the little secret hidding places she’d discovered while Erik was away. She would carve drawing on the inside walls, or mark the days she was there, or build a little bed out of moss to sleep on while she waited for him to come back. And when he did, she would stay still and quiet until he sniffed her out. It was a fun, daily game they had played.There were no secret openings in the hollow. No, it was much too small. But it was deep, and many of the supplies hung in webs on the ceiling to keep from cluttering space. When Sophie was done packing, she went to the opening and peeked out at the world.They were very high up. The bottom of the tree was hundreds of feet below. If she fell, she would break
An Earthly DemiseDirt in my eyes, dust in my mouth and mud in my veinsEmbodiment of Earth. I'm all that remainsSlain by the ignorance of a species gone wrongI grow weaker as they're growing strongValued, claimed and depletedSo sick and fevered, my surface so heatedGreeted by death from afarEven the reaper can't stand my scarsTars, oils and minerals refinedCountless syringes stealing what's insideDirt in my eyes, dust in my mouth and mud in my veinsEmbodiment of Earth. I'm all that remainsSlain by the ignorance of a species gone wrongI grow weaker as they're growing strongBroken down as they build it upThe natural balance made so damn corruptEruptions of power are my retaliationYou've doomed yourselves with my mutilationUtilization of my body to get aheadI'll see your end long before I'm deadBurning the skies, clearing them outI'll destroy them all with famine, sickness and droughtDoubt is something I refuse to doI am the EarthI don't need you
Today Was a DayToday was a day where everything had changed.Today was a day where the world stopped,Even if you can't even remember it, everything was still.Yet, everything had happened in a flash.Today was a day people stopped doing what they always did,Violently yanked away from their self-absorbed lifestyles,Actually thinking of others and their nation.Today was a day where someone you knew,Someone you didn't know,Was gone forever in a few, slow, long, anguish-filled hours.Today was a day where civilians became heroes,Where people sacrificed themselves to save the lives of others,Of people they didn't even know.Today was a day where so many innocent people lost their loved ones.Friends lost each other as lovers lost their other halfWhile spouses became widows, children became orphans, and parents became childless.Today was a day where apathy and indifference had disappeared,Replaced with anger, fear, and anguish as the people watchedAs the great towers burned and the block smoke
Writer's SyndromeWriter's syndromeMy mind seeps with words,Ideas and thoughts, titles and themes,Merging and courting with incestuous turmoil.Vocabulary, phrases,Mazes of sentences.Cooking at different temperaturesOn the same toiling stove,Until they may be decanted by way of pencilOnto their clean paper dish.Quotes scream deep into my ears,Their beauty distracting me from my tedious taskOf storing a million ideas in a poor memory.And now here I sit, still writing,My mind still boiling with words, phrases, more!I must write until the pencil lead is gone,And when that day comes,I will decant my wordsIn blood.
these sleeping handsit seems the rain is falling, love. but to where? where...do you hide your heart? these sleeping hands can't rememberhow to find you, so draw them a map on the headboard wherei'll see it. sleep, slumber.oh dear, i'mdown to your soul, but i've always knownships with holes will sink.
summer passed.we grew up watching the sunsetcrawl over our backs like spidersinvade damp bedclothes in dustyrooms.we began speaking, singing thesongs of wallflowers in morningrain while the blue ink swelledfrom our wrists. the effects ofhomemade tattoos made fromcheap pens and sticky fingers.we smelled of history textbooks,science experiments and barelysharpened pencils. we were theechoes of school bells, weddingbells and sleigh bells. we wereechoes.we spent hours lying on rooftops,smoking cigarettes and calling tothe ocean through seashells. wespent too much money on recordswe couldn't play and far too muchtime picking which one we'd listento first if we could.we pretended that rocks were thefrozen hearts of ghosts and shouldbe swept out to sea so we skippedthem once, twice, three times butthe waves always swallowed themfirst.we were ripped jeans, broken teacups, fluttering curtains, hushedmidnight getaways, sandy kissesand faithful stereos.but we are still only pas
Love Has ExpiredI never thought I’d see the day where it happenedThe world should just look away in shameThey always make it sound like love makes the world go roundBut they know that it’s already expiredSo why do they keep trying to look for me?This world is filled with so many liars that it’s simply unrealBut nobody cares that most of them get into powerAnd people only care if they take away their rightsOr if they take away something that they either need or wantThat’s what the world is always likeI’m surprised that it took this long to see the truthThat the feeling love has expired by the time you’re in your teensYou think that you know what love feels likeBut only because you’re getting what you wantAnd most of the time all you simply want is to have sexUnleashing you into the world that is filled with desireI bet that a lot of fathers are worried about their daughters these daysSince rape is so popular amongst the greedy bastards out ther
i'll wipe your tears away.my veins arefilledwith cyanide and happiness andyou can't make mesad today.-i fell asleep thinking itwasthursday but it was friday andi didn't wake upuntil sunday after-noon and we sang.-and how arethese conformists findingour hiding places andthe secrets of ourminds, we can't hide.so we dance in the streets from mid-night till dawn and weswore we'd never besadagain.
I Am AddictionI’m past it,Don’t need it,Don’t want it,But what am I without it?It’s still part of me,Tattooed for all to see;Little lines of pain,Worming into my brain.My only friend,Will be my sweet end.I need definition,What makes me myself?I want to be put on a shelf;Just define me by my actions,My scars, my abstractions.Show me who I am,Who you want me to be,Hate me,Love me,Save me,Kill me;Make meMe.My old comfort,My old joy,Red itching scratch,And the sentiment I attach,Dragging me downAnd making me fly; Making me laughAnd making me cry.Is it addiction?Is it compulsion?Is it wrong?I know it’s not right,But if I ended it tonight,Would it really matter?I’ll never be past it,Always need it,Always want it,Because what am I without it?