-"completed" that tid-bit of a verse i left before.
You own special hell,
Your internet jail,
With its cyber chains,
and electronic veins
Lost in the network,
Caught in the web,
Can’t stop writing, blogging, sharing,,
Until it is dead.
Post after post,
Comment after comment,
1’s and 0’s, 0’s and 1’s,
An endless stream,
Stuck in the system,
Lost in a dream.
Electrodes in the mind,
Cords in our spine,
Barcodes on our wrists,
Technology – our only reason to exist.
here i go again,
with the stab of a knife,
and a flick of my pen
Your own special hell,
Your internet jail,
With its cyber chains,
and electronic veins
--gonna add to this someday. jotted it down so i wouldnt forget it.
Another poem from some years ago.
Swallow one and feel nothing,
Shoot it and leave the world and its problems behind,
Drink it up and be ever free,
Take them and come be with me.
The poison is there,
For you to escape with.
Have some with me, and be ever carefree.
Poison will bring you happieness,
And make you feel at peace,
Poison will make you feel relief,
And then kill you with your hidden grief.
Staring so hard,
Your eyes start to bleed,
Wanting to get closer,
To be in the lead.
But your feet won't move.
Because they're nailed to the ground.
And you can't pull them out,
For your hands are bound.
Here in the dark,
All alone,
Except for the rats
That gnaw on raw bone.
Locked in the dungeons,
Of your very haert.
This is your true self,
Of which you are just a part.
my attempt with sexual content. least to say not my strong suit. by here goes, me as a 9th grader trying to write sensually.
Feeling your breathe on my neck,
I shiver.
I shiver.
Knowing you're beside me,
I shiver.
I shiver.
Feeling the trail your fingers left burning on my body,
I shiver.
I shiver.
Knowing that when i do the same to you,
You'll shiver with me.
And I 'll shiver with you.
this is an oldie to me but a newie to you guys. middle school was a bitch. lets cut it open and forget to stitch xP
"You are evil"
"You are dark"
Is what they say to me,
But I just smile,
and flash my fangs,
So that they'll just let me be.
So what if I am evil,
So what if I am dark,
If making a deal with Satan is fun,
then why not do my part.
I shall give him souls,
And he will give me life,
And we will feed each other,
with evil by a knife.
So here i am again,
No longer writing in "CAPS" but first starting in pen,
well actually then,
I'd be lying,
for i'm just typing along my keyboard,
Trying to scare away the bored-
om
that is my life,
doing drugs,
working the knife,
Seeking the scum,
that caused this strife,
starting back over,
because the tap has been running,
and the water is about to flow over.
-.-
-Distinctly Apathetic and Self-descructive
COMMENTS
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lordess
05:10 Dec 13 2013
This is nice.