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Fucked Up RelationshipYou left me then
Now you want me back
Not knowing my situation
I say yea sure
Forgetting that ill soon be screwed over.... AGAIN
Like you did before
So me and this signifigant other
Are now special friends...
Ya know, the kind with benifits
Then theres me with a boyfriend on the side
And im telling people on the street
And hotties whom i work with...
Bringing out my true playa inside
But reality is
Im livin a fake reality and i cannot hide
I feel bad for my guy
He thinks im so sweet and innocent
And for me if i left
A million tears he would cry
He trusts me completely
And believes me when i say
That i would never cheat on him
He loves me so deeply
So i ask myself.... why must i do this to him
Im not at all sure
And that part still makes me cry
Maybe its because i want more
Dumb bitches call me a whore
Iam, okay...I fuckin am
Just me label cuz im used to it
For all i care go slip in shit
And die like i know you will
Im not a wus
I admit shit unlike you
You label me a bad influ
Do friends existWhat are friends
Do they even exist
In my eyes
I see very few people
Who would even care
If I was alive....Or dead
Sometimes I wonder
Why lifes even worth livin
Cuz all I feel is pain
And the hatred from peers
That drive me crazy insane
Im LIke a Closed BookMy life is like a closed book
Never read, but judged on the outside
Im different from the many others
I guess by looks im plain and boring
But if you took the time
To look inside
You would learn to find
Im just like you
But you pass me by
And you leave me on the shelf
Alone, Dusty, and out of sight
SOS - Please Accept MeI need help
Please rescue me
I need to be loved
But this life isnt for me
It seems like all I try to do
I fail, I dont suceed in
My Heart is gone
My soul is bleedin
Self inflicted harm
Covers emotional pain
Its not enough
Am I insane?
Im not okay
Its plain to see
Im sick of being hated, lied to, and rejected
Someone please just accept me!
Self Inflicted InjuryMy scars will aways show on my cold pale skin
Visible proof of my pain within
Cheeks red and moist from the countless times ive cried
Im a lost soul whos broked inside
So to you one last smile, for you I will fake
Now its time for my life I will take
Cutters KarmaRazors pain you
Your cheeks are damp
Scars for ever stain you
You feel like crap
Greedy soul, you never give
Life sux....It seems unlawful
Thinkin, Questionin, Wonderin
Why should I live?
hands are shaking
on the outside
on the inside
with every breath i take
the pain inside from people
causing my heart to shatter and break
left with scars on the outside
and emty spaces on the inside
leavin me tearless with bloodshot eyes
from the many countless times ive cried
A Peom 4 GrantI love your kiss
And being in your arms
When your close to me
I feel safe from all harms
When you look at me
You always bring a smile to my face
Your an awsome person
Who I have no wish to replace
I love your ways
And things you do
Your my sweet Granty Bear
And Honey....I LOVE YOU!
The Gruesome Tale of Bobby BobbinsLittle Bobby Bobbins was born same as the rest;
brought home from the hospital suckling mommy's breast.
He was doted on as much as the highest majesty,
free from petty discontent, indeed even the most trivial tragedy.
Mother and father loved him dearly, his every whim their command;
I couldn't imagine there ever being a more merry lad in the land.
As the years went by, as often they do,
little Bobby Bobbins grew and he grew.
The only off kilter way about him was his voracious zeal for food,
but ah! he was only a growing boy his parents did conclude.
Other than that he seemed the perfect child, obedient and kind,
yet even then there was something malevolent churning in his mind.
It started with a furry spider Bobby spied crawling up his wall.
For some odd reason he snatched it up and gobbled it all.
What dark impulse inspired the boy that far astray
is cause for speculation even today.
Next came the lust for worms, elevating to lizards, then to
Madness OverwhelmsMadness Overwhelms
One evening in the corner shop
Calvin Woods sat reading a paper
A tall dark man in a black hood came in
Looking dark and dapper
Calvin mistook him for an African
The stranger said he came from Cairo
Are you visiting or residing, Calvin asked
The other said, “I have gold. I am a pharaoh."
Yet the longer stayed the latter,
The more Calvin grew madder
Until he ran away screaming
While the latter burst into laughter
There will be times
When a man cannot determine
Between the howl of dogs
And the cries of men
Perchance he shall find
That the criers have thick hair
For they scarcely have the minds
Mid-evening in September
Alas I must always remember
I took a walk about my ground
The sky was dark and tense
The neighborhood lay silent in suspense
But soon the air was pierced by
What I mistook for the howl of hounds
When I wandered near
The howling fell in my ear
But seemed to have the voice of men
I beheld a strange sight
Which I pray I may never see
A pack of dog-like men
Sitting at the crossroad of a lane
Unlike Nowhere BeforeUnlike Nowhere Before
Dangerous territory for sure
Seeing his foes advance in the distance
Roger ran as fast as the wind
Occasionally glancing behind him
But he left them far behind
Still he kept running
Not sure when to stop or look around
The sun began to set, the moon was rising
Roger found himself in unknown ground
And everywhere about
There were sights he'd never seen
Signs on walls and over doors
He scarcely knew what they meant
Symbols scrawled by unknown hands
Of things he never knew
And overhead the sky was growing dark
Roger knew not what to do
So he kept walking
Searching for a soul to help
But nowhere was there anyone
Roger thought he was in Hell
Until he found strange carvings over one doorway
Then he realized Hell was not like that
And the shadows gathered closer
Something flew over him with wings like a bat
Still he knew no name of the place
Nor was there someone who knew
Roger shuddered visibly
Still he was lost as to what to do
Unsettling RevelationsUnsettling Revelations
A rather strange visit and a souvenir
That misty night in November
When there was not a stir in the air
And people and their pets lay to rest
In their homes in the town, everywhere
There came a low murmur
As if something stirred in a wind
Or a voice calling from afar
Yet nobody went outside to find
Then there followed the faint sound of footsteps
And the tall silhouette of a man
But only his shadow
Then the murmur came again
The footsteps passed a block of houses
Those within must have heard
But nobody opened a door or window
Nor did they say one word
Then the silhouette changed to something bigger
And the arms were sinewy and long
The stirring sensation resumed just then
But nobody perceived of any wrong
But the howling of hounds brought their masters to the gate
The men carried candles to see through the darkness
But they discovered that they were too late....
Lying still as a corpse was a neighbor
His eyes gaping straight ahead
They could not think of how he d
Love From the GraveI awaken from somber dreams
where nothing is as it first seams,
your voice speaks from beyond the gray,
the unseen watch me with blank eyes,
lost among storm torn ocean skies
to the forgotten gods I prey,
let me sleep amid the tombstones
and wish on the oracle bones,
if only I knew you would stay.
It's So Quiet NowDarkness settles in
Our star has gone away
Although it may be hard
I believe the black is here to stay
It's so quiet now
Silent and serene
The rustling outside though
Makes it hard not to scream
You wrap your arms around me
Squeezing tighter with more grip
You bury your head in my chest
Nervously biting your lip
The screams could be heard
From outside the door
Death hollers I was sure
It's so quiet now
It sounds as though they've left
Although the real truth is
Tomorrow comes death
macabre circuscome one, come all
to the macabre carnival that is my mind,
where appearances truly are deceiving.
the price of a ticket is only your soul.
it will paint your true colors black,
capture your soul and lock it away in an antique circus trunk, among a downward spiral of other collected, trapped souls.
the adorable little balloon girl
pure wickedness hidden beneath her curls,
sells them, each black, white and blood red balloon representing a kidnapped spirit
it will recycle your body into a sinister freak, forever in the land of nightmares,
and there is no escape.
it appears a vivid and striking scene, visually charming and quaint
the sugary sweet and salty aromas will lure you in,
they disguise the stench of putrid, rotting flesh.
cotton candy, a tangled mass of webs spun by the deadliest spiders
and delicious caramel apples with a razorblade core
the merry music will lure you in; such splendid and uplifting notes lingering among the raucous of the delighted crowd
to conceal the tortured
dinner with the devilI had dinner with the devil,
one Friday afternoon.
We feasted on cheesecake,
and strawberry macaroons.
"Why shouldn't we indulge?"
sang he so flowery,
as he poured me a cup,
of rose-petal tea.
He was rather charismatic,
though in a salty sort of way.
"I make friends with enemies."
I often heard him say.
Not to say I'd hug the devil,
it's just so very cold outside,
all this rain and frigid lightning;
and the devil’s arms are wide.
"The world's a selfish place, my dear,
a sharpened blade is how you survive."
He leered in close and with a smile he sang,
"Little girls get eaten alive."
I can resist temptation,
even if it's crawling at my feet.
"But it's the glory of sin you want,"
and sin often tastes so sweet.
"Dear, you wouldn't be the only one,"
he said, "Everyone does bad."
And I've noticed everyone lately.
And everyone seems glad.
And then he lead me to the window,
to see with my own eyes,
to show me ignorance is bliss,
I saw people walking in lies!
I must admit I'm young and th
I Dont BelongI feel a great need to hurt you
But you test me
And you say you'd love to see me try
You'd love to watch as I trip underneath me
And I think I would like to see you cry
This world is too small for the both of us
So my thought is, one of us has to die
If it has to be me
I want you to be the one
To finish me off
So that the world will see
Or live to believe
You're better than me
Because I am weak
And you are strong
Your right for this world
And I don't belong
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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