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Boredom once again :PIm waking up to ash and dust
Breathing in the chemicals of rage and hate
Buried alive for so long
So much has changed
Nothing is the same
No one is left alive
In this world gone so horribly wrong
Where the dead roam free
In this world gone so mad and insane
Where its a new age.
Mr politicianOh Mr Politician.
What was going through that thick skull of yours?
Did you finally loose your marbles?
When you made a deal with the devil.
You fooled all the people with false hope and lies.
Yeah you sat on satans lap as the world went to shit.
And everyone has there backs against the wall you just stand there and cackle.
Have you gone mad Mr politician?
Did you think yourself above the average man?
Do you think you are god like?
Oh how you fooled everyone with your charms.
I hear the hounds calling.
The devil makes a honest promise.
And now he shall claim your soul.
As we march through hell together. (Boredom again)We march through hell together.
Past the gates
Through the fire and damned souls
We wave a banner of death and hatred which society has forged for us
All the way through to the very end through the darkness
Slaughtering all the hell spawned monsters in our path
Leaving a trail of blood and corpses
Death around every corner that we turn
The stench of the dead in our nostrils
As we march through hell together.
Walking alone from here on out.Nobody there to take you to the end.
Nobody to hold you tightly when your shaking.
Nobody who actually cares or understand.
Nobody to hold your hand when you need them most.
Nobody who will actually stay.
Nobody gives a shit any more.
I shall walk into the the sandstorm.
With my only true friends.
A bottle of whiskey in one hand.
And a cigarette in the other.
And ill see how long I last alone out there in my sorrow.
Hoping the whiskey or cigarette will drown it out.
Ive lost hope.
Nobody ever has cared about me.
Its all been false hope and bullshit.
All the pain and sins comes flooding back.
Clinging to what sanity I have left.
But it is slowly slipping.
And I shall let the madness take me.
It will be all over.
And no one shall be none the wiser.
Boredom *headdesk* (This is crap by the way)Its always the people you love who back stab you.
You look them in the eye and they tell you that they will never leave.
But its all bullshit and false hope.
It always have been it always will be.
As they hug you they hide a knife in the other hand waiting to strike.
You shake and cry...And then you pull the trigger.
And no one shall be none the wiser..They will never know they were the cause.
People never cared about you.
They never have.
They never will.
They would spit on your grave
They would move on with there damn lifes.
And act like nothing happened.
Because they have a million better things to do than care about a freak like you.
Your like dust in the wind.
You vanish quickly without a trace.
And no one will even notice it.
Boredom once againI hate when they all fucking say that to me.
It feels like they all rub it in my face taking the piss out of you.
And every day I wake up to looking in the mirror seeing a monster and a freak of nature.
Is your life really your life when its all gone to waste.
And you know you wouldve changed it if you could.
But it still haunts you
Every day of your life
And you can still feel the pain in your hollow shell
Money or power cant make up of it or conceal all the scars
Walking alone forever..While everyone else has something worth living for
Or that special someone
There all looking down at you.
And it makes your damn stomach turn.
No one ever has loved you...Or no one ever will.
Boredom,Boredom,BoredomMy last days on earth.
I need something to make me numb.
Living like a Martyr
i want to be loved
i want someone to understand
i live fast and die fast too like dust in the wind
nothing will stop the madness turning on you and everyone else
why not just pull the trigger?
i dont think it will hurt that much
selling my soul..hoping someone will claim it
someone please save me
or let the madness take over
no one shall care
they will just spit on my grave
and the world shall keep on spinning
its frightening...yet exciting at the same time
i wonder what it feels like?
now excuse me ive got a date with suicide
The revolution. (Finished thing)Along came a spider
Spinning webs of rage and hatred
welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment
Where stars are born and everyone tells lies and fibs
The government covers everything up.
The freaks and outcasts are the movement
Your the student
Its time to change the world kids (heres the blueprints...)
All across the world listen. (America...)
1 million fucking misfits screaming fuck the system!
This for those that came to tackle the giants and tyrants.
The revolution shall now be televised.
Let it all just gradually build all the anger and pain of the people
As we march through the swamp and the mosh
All you can see is a sea of people from all over the world
Putting asides our diffrenence to tackle these monsters and cowards that we have impowered
To get to the end of the tunnel
As we have enough spark to ignite the fire
To see the fat cats choke on there own money like a vulture on your face
People blame us for putting these monsters in power
But who are we to know of what they
Mad world (Finished version of WIP)
Let me tell you a story to make your spines shiver as we sit around here tonight.
Unaware that the creature was watching me slowly closing in.
As if all of time had stopped still I was frozen to the spot with fear.I wanted to fade.
I fell to my knees..Something came out of the trees to take me back to hell.
The blazing of the fire did not harm me as I walked on the coal and ashes.
And my spirit was stolen from my shell..And I was once again a dammed soul.
Dragged back to hell.
Looking over the edge of the cliff like a man of the edge of sanity.
Looking over to the endless fires and demons that roamed it.
Looking behind you staring into the soulless face of death himself.
Knowing that you've failed.
Hoping that you would've been ready for this moment of battle
But no Roman candles are lit.
Cold is the blade of death sinking into your skin.
But it will be over quickly..And the blood will flow.
As the life slowly fades from your eyes.
Not even enough time to let out a scream.
Waking up in
vent something not therehollow
through my body
like a blade
known to be bright
Sorry“I’m sorry” are two words I find my frightened self saying.
More than once actually.
I have a tendency to repeat myself when I’m jumpy.
Or when I’m busy bawling my eyes out.
“I’m sorry” are two words that often I say for no reason.
Even when an apology isn't needed.
I have a tendency to repeat myself when I’m jumpy.
Or when I’m having an anxiety attack.
“I’m sorry” I find the girls like me often say.
When they can’t seem to find the right words.
Or do some trivial mistake.
“I’m sorry” is something we all seem to say.
More than once actually.
We have a tendency to repeat ourselves when we are jumpy.
Or are having an anxiety attack, from some trivial mistake.
Same SexCotton candy hair,
Shiny green eyes
Melting my heart
A day at a time
Sent through the mail
Gifts for my girl
A pillow in return
A bit of distance
Soon to end
Holding me close
Something to look forward to
Craving your lips
Wanting your kiss
My bed is empty
Big enough for two
Buried deep under fear
Something I find hard to accept
Loving someone of the same sex
You tell me not to be afraid
The voice of an angel
Is oh so convincing
Your arms spread like wings
Warming my heart
To be who we are
A kiss from you
Something that is a trigger
My body would tremble
Maybe even shiver
You will be mine
Can last forever
Just like in the movies
And all the love songs
Your smile will be real
You'll get what you desire
Our bodies will be together
Like ours minds have been,
My beautiful lesbian lover
HomeA place where you feel the safest
A place where you feel most at ease from the world
A place where you can be your true self
But now, why does it feel of a place of pain and misery?
Place of no hope, in bitter darkness
Once you been through it, you don't want to come back
Once you left, this is what I have been feeling
When will it ever end?
A cold winter chill that drives through this place
You always said “I want to come back home” and every time it gave more a better sense of security
Patience can’t just come like that; there were many times I wanted to just give up on you
But what brings me back is I have hope that shines in me
Now I see you walking down the street having your head down, in your light blue jacket
It is like I haven't seen you in years but something was different
A vibe, a dark mysterious one I never seen this one before
I took a good look at you; your eyes seem dim like you lost something
Your natural glow you had is now slipping away
Poem: Call MeCall Me
There’s a little spark
Of a feeling I thought was gone
I’ve held all my breath in
Until I thought I would die
I held onto every word you spoke
And, just like a fool,
I thought I could get over you
Sometimes I take the long way
And hope that when I get home
It’s all just a nightmare
And I’m not alone
Pretend you’re not gone
and moving on
I know it’s wrong
To hold on to this
It’s not comforting
To know what could’ve been
I know the truth
I know it hurts
But I know there’s nothing left
Giving up is not giving in
Call me when you fall in love
So I can move on with my life
So when you find the one,
Who I’ve been thinking I was all this time
When you fall in love
Giving InI crashed and burned
the same way one falls in love.
and then all at once.
It was subtle and cautious,
as it crept in.
It was just a lurking darkness,
Barely visible at all, nonetheless,
when the moment was right,
it swept in,
engulfing my entire world in black.
And since I was weak,
there was nothing that I could do,
so I let it take me.
ProcrastinationI've taken a hiatus from writing
But it's true that I'm back
So let's get back into the action
Right after I get a snack
Ok, ok, procrastinating I may be
But what am I to do?
It's been so long since I last wrote a piece
And that, I know to be true
I've run out of all my ideas
I call upon you for inspiration
Join me in my epic conquest
To make another deviation
Hold on a second,
What is this I see
A written piece in front of me
I think it's time for tea
Get Over ItGet out of my dreams!
You said it was over so why don’t you leave?
I don’t care where just get the hell away from me.
They say all’s fair in love in war,
But we both agreed the love wasn’t there,
So why the psychological warfare?
I don’t want much, just a bit of peace,
And I can’t do that
With you on my mind.
Hell, I can’t even say it’s your fault.
It’s me who’s remembering,
It’s just unconsciously.
Whoever said love hurts is a liar,
It only painful when it’s taken from you.
A writers woeThe reason I started writing, was to create legends that would never end.
When a good story came to it’s end, I was left in sadness.
The people I once called home, had disappeared from my heart.
While they were just a creation of someone else's mind, I felt as if I had lost my friend.
To a horrible horrible end.
Even if they lived happily ever after, even if they moved on.
I was left in this sadness that I could no longer hear their story and no longer join their tale.
Thus I began my own.
I wanted these characters to be my friends, and to exist in my mind.
So that whenever I felt alone I could call upon them.
I could have someone beside me.
Someone who would never die.
Even if their story no longer took the form of words.
They would still be in my mind, still be living along side me.
So I would never have to say goodbye.
Boredom strikes again!! :DIts getting closer to midnight
And all the freaks are still in town
There creeping around the corners
Skulking in the dark
There always there when you've got your back turned
Can you get out alive?
Before this miserable town becomes your tomb until the end of time?
Its getting close to the day light
But you know there coming closer
To drag you back
There is no running away
Cause you know that there coming soon
Time is running out
And we both know you cant make it out of here alive.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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