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im me if you dont like that fact go to hell
anything from normal, poet, singer, guitarist, pianist,
poems i have written:
i mime the words
i softly whisper
scared that if you hear
it will all differ
i feel it form my heart
from way inside
this feeling im afraid of
i will soon no longer be able to hide
i want to tell you
i want and i try
this feeling is making me
well its making me cry
im scared of pain
im scared of you
i love you i know it
but do you love me too?
will this love last
or will it brake
cause if it does
the pain i dont think i can take
i need to reach inside
and find the courage to
to tell you the truth
the truth is i love you
fallen angel
broken wings
shattered heart
unforgiveable things
forgotten soul
wishing to die
happy memories
every night she cries
bodys abused
minds a wreck
waiting for a call
you she cannot forget
hiding pain
faking smiles
blade at her wrist
blood on the tiles
a sign of hope
new love begins
she wants him
but her heart wont let him in
they're all the same
they'll break your heart
he'll make it worth while
then tear it apart
maybe hes different
maybe the same
maybe worth while
but she cant stand the pain
gave her body
soul is free
that fallen angel
that broken girl is me
so much pain
tore me apart
too many tears
a broken heart
hes moved on
she must to
she still loves him
and forever will stay true
with all the peices
this broken heart
will love again
with a space set apart
for the first
she will never forget
and the things
she will never regret
this new love
may blossom and bloom
may bring her peace
or bring her doom
but she will love as if its the first
and she will smile
when worst comes to worst
tell me that you love me
tell me that you care
tell me that you need me
tell me you'll always be there
tell me you want me
tell me its true
tell me that you will miss me
if i do what i really want too
tell me to smile
tell me there is no need to cry
tell me im loved
tell me before i die
tell me im an angel
tell me how to fix my wings
tell me im beautinful
tell me all of these things
tell me im smart
tell me cool
tell me im a loser
tell me, or you wont see me back at school
tell me a lie
but say that its true
tell me you want me back
these are the things i really need you to do
tell me before i go
tell me before its too late
tell me now
call me your kate
Why do I still love you?
Why dont you care?
Why do Icut myself?
Why is this pain so hard to bear?
Why did you stop loving me?
Why did I give you my all?
Why do I cry myself to sleep?
Why do you never call?
Why did you hurt me?
Why dont I die?
Why do you laugh?
Why do I cry?
Why is everyone happy?
Why am i so sad?
Why am I being punished?
Why, what did I do that was bad?
Why did it all happen?
Why did it end?
Why did you love me?
Why do you now only want to be just a friend?
WHY WHY WHY
WHY IS IT SO
WHY WHY WHY
I REALLY NEED TO KNOW!!!!!!!!
chapter 1 of my book:
Chapter 1
He is so cute. He has longish black hair, freckles and blue eyes. He’s alive. I’ve been watching him for a while. Ever since I was told about his mum. Ever since I was told his mum, well, was damned.
I hate my truth. It haunts me. It all started when I was born. I was born addicted to speed. My mother was homeless and had sex with men for money. My father was in jail for murdering his ex-girlfriend. My mother left me at one-months old in a small, brown box next to an old, blue dumpster, behind a rusty, old warehouse. I was all alone. I was cold. I was hungry. I was screaming and crying and still no-one came to my aid. The screams wouldn’t stop coming out of my mouth, the tears wouldn’t stop streaming out of my eyes. My tears were like ice running down my rosy cheeks. Then there was the man…
He was old and tall. He had ratty, grey hair that hadn’t been washed in a while, his grey beard wasn’t much better. He stunk of sweat and dirt. He was extremely dirty. My frozen tears stopped when he appeared. He wore scraggy old clothes and a torn up, old, brown leather jacket. He picked me up. He carried me away. I felt safe in the strangers’ arms, like I was free from harm, like he would protect me. I felt like I could trust him.
He carried me away. He carried me to an alley way between two very old apartment buildings. There were more people like the man there. Some were sleeping in card board boxes; some were under rags hanging over rusty, metal poles. He took under one of these rag tents and laid me down. I slept. When I woke the moon and stars were shining in the beautiful night sky. I could see my surroundings by the glow of the full moon. I could see the man sitting by a fire. I felt safe. I blinked. He picked me up and took me closer to the fire, I was getting hot, and I was too close to the fire. I could feel flames burning my naked skin. All I could see were the red, orange and yellow flames all over my body. I began to scream, the pain was so intense, and the thick, black smoke was choking my screams. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t scream. The pain wouldn’t stop. No-one would save me. Suddenly, the burning stopped, all I could see was black. I didn’t see the flames. I didn’t need to breathe. I was free.
Chapeter 2
I was surrounded by white, people dressed in white and well, just white. Lying on the floor, people passed by without even a glance to me. I just lay there silent, waiting watching. Alone I waited for what seemed like an eternity. And in a split second no more white, but colors. All around me, a field of beautiful flowers. Every colour of the rainbow. The scent of spring, the lullaby of birds, the warmth of the sun, I was in paradise. It was so beautiful, so untouched, so magnificent that words cannot describe the way I felt lying there. Free.
A woman dressed in white appeared. She had soft, pale skin, beautiful, deep blue eyes, silky, blond hair; she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Her name was Celeste and she was my guardian. My guardian angel.
(more to come) (work is copywrited)
quizzes:
The Withered Lover
What sign of the Black Zodiac are you?
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BloodRayne:
You are BloodRayne. You live for the hunt. All that
matters to you is the fresh kill and warm blood
on your lips. The red stuff drives you crazy
and you just can't get enough. You drain your
enemy dry and move on to the next, but no
matter how much you take, you can never
completely satisfy your blood lust.
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Your Evanescence song is: Going Under
You are or have been in a relationship where
you were suppressed and unhappy. You were
treated badly, and were somewhat brainwashed.
Now you've woken up and are in deep pain. You
want some gratitude for all things you have
done for him/her, but don't get any. You feel
like you are falling and have difficulty
getting back on the right track again since
your mental abuse has taken a toll on you.
Screaming Deceiving and Bleeding for you
And you still won't hear me
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BLACK
??Which colour of Death is yours??
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You are "Atwa" by System of a Down. You
were a happy person, thinking you were loved,
when in fact you were the opposite. Now, you
can't find happiness again. Being unloved is
not your thing, and you are now like a zombie,
just walking around without a purpose. A living
dead..
Which of the rock songs that I like are you? (pics)
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Artistic Suicide
Yeah, yeah, you're depressed. You're lonely. No one gets you. That's why you'll take a couple of razor blades and slice open your wrists. Who says suicide isn't gruesome? I'm sure that if you really put your mind to it, you'll be able to turn all of your pain into a work of morbid art that will take the forensics teams a long, long time to clean up. Unfortunately, right before you die, you're going to realize that you really DID want to live after all. Ain't life a bitch?
You Are A Black Goth. You Are Evil And Only Depend
On Your Self.
What Color Goth Are You?
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Your Birthdate: March 28 |
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Advanced Global Personality Test Results
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Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
Level 2 (Lustful) | High |
Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Low |
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Low |
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very High |
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | High |
Level 7 (Violent) | Extreme |
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | High |
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Moderate |
You are a Rocker Girl! If you don't have musical talent, you've got a talent for picking out great CD's. Music rules your life - and you've got the best MP3 collection of anyone you know. Many guys find you intimidating, but a select few think you're the catch of a lifetime. Start hanging out in more used record stores, and you'll find love with a fellow rocker! What Kind of Girl Are You? Take This Quiz :-) Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance. |
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