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Two RoadsTwo roads set in front of me,
One deciding who I will be,
And the other feeding the demon.
Slowly I head towards my future,
But suddenly before I know it I turn,
To the hell deep down I know I've deserve.
With every breathe I have taken I have earned,
The future years of pain,
That will be just the same,
As right now.
No scream or sound,
Will leave my mouth.
From here all is set south.
Poor EyesBeautiful eyes that know nothing but lies,
And the feeling to die a bit inside every day.
She knows it has to be this way,
But she still fights.
Look me in the eyes,
And say you would have the courage to do the same.
None of this came,
To her in one day,
It all had to build up over years and years and years.
Every few weeks a new fear would develop.
Perhaps of a person or an action.
She drew herself away from all things loving,
Shoving herself towards the even darker side of life.
This just made her fight even harder,
And made her see the worst in everything,
Now she's giving up.
She's lost the courage she's been forced to keep,
She weeps in
Beautiful CovenAs I take your hand in this circle,
I no longer feel alone,
I've found where I belong,
And I grow strong.
Years on a vacant island,
But now I have returned home.
You drape a black robe as dark as the night sky,
Over my body as beautiful as a temple,
I see light twinkle in your eyes,
As you light the pink candle that resembles,
The love that is growing between the whole group.
We all link closing our eyes,
Saying chants to improve our lives,
Never will we cause harm,
Never will we follow the path of lust.
What we must do is give back.
Restore the tree branch we tore down,
Plant beauteous flowers in the ground.
And sit here in the angelic so
My MindI'm afraid of my mind,
It always seems to find,
The wrong path.
Overpowering what is right,
All it wants is to end the pain.
But then again it loves to trick me,
It will never let me be.
This fight will go on and on and on.
I can never win,
And when all seems dim,
You make it worse.
You tell me to get the razor,
You tell me to get the pills,
You tell me to push them away,
You tell me to sway closer to suicide.
Why do you do this?
Don't you see I'm growing tired?
I can't take this much longer,
Living on the verge on death isn't easy,
Especially when you're already fucked up.
I Made A DrawingI made a drawing of you today,
After staring at your picture for hours.
I captured the intensity of your gaze
That brings me to a mess of tears every time I come upon it.
That brought me back to places I never again wanted to revisit.
I managed to recreate the innocence of your smile,
Those lips that used to brush mine.
It's a new day and yet another drawing of you was created,
You had your head raised like a hero,
Looking upwards into the heights of the sky.
I felt like a derivative of God,
Making your smile so alluring,
And your eyes captiviating enough to stop traffic.
The light reflection off of your hair was tediously perfected.
Man?Do you remember the night,
You told me to take my life?
I remember it so clearly...
Smart witted I responded with "A dream come true."
That's when you drew your hand out to hit my face,
Then my mother's.
You still have the guts to call yourself a man,
When verbally you could never take a stand.
You hide away with violence and drugs,
When your heart will never be able to love.
Love To KillHe whispered in my ear, "Baby can I hug you around the neck?
Your eyes really brighten up when you cry,
Judging by the marks on your wrist you already want to die."
Trying to recover and stop loving you,
But my heart has a mind of its own,
And I can never find better then you.
"You deserve everything that's coming for you.
Everything you do makes me rageful,
I can barely stand to see you breathe.
Now blow me a kiss as you're on your knees."
Each bruise is a mistake, and truly made of love.
I know how his heart of stone really feels,
I just have to mine through the bitterness.
"You won't ever leave,
Don't you know what my dad did to me?
DissipateMy flesh is stretching --
reaching for the words that
are right outside my grasp
just to keep your taste on my tongue
the ache in my thighs is
setting fire to my blood,
bleeding me thin and worn
My body is folding --
collapsing into creases that
flutter beneath your fingertips
and suffocate for escape
I am breaking down into particles
and burning the ashes
to leave no trace of a memory
Fingerpainted ExistenceI run away with my imagination...
Take me by surprise
your sandpaper lips against mine.
Forgetting the fingerspaces
we'd drilled into our mind
when we were children.
Our handwriting barely legible,
making shapes on car windows
with condensation-filled breaths.
And I am blinded by your light.
So we wonder what it's like past
the double-paned glass.
Our styro-foamed-bubble-wrapped lives
melt away like better pasts
the ones we used to know.
Our tears fading into nothingness,
pooling into fingerpaint
painting our own worlds across the windshield.
You fill up the room.
Yet the paint dries, it shrivels away
with the light of each new day,
MistakesAll you see is the mistakes he made in the past,
But what I see is the way he treated me and my "family."
He was what I had,
Because I sure wasn't calling what I used to have a dad.
The history you were willing to throw away over a few of his mistakes.
But did you not see how much the little me needed someone like him?
He could of been the difference from now,
Just think of it.
Maybe I wouldn't fucking hate men,
Maybe he would have been the one to believe me then.
Maybe he would of earned my trust,
But all you saw was that little mistake.
Not the improvement in my life he made,
And when he was sent away without a word said to me,
I Can Make You Cry
My heart sank at the sound of the first shot,
Falling deep into black of this abysmal state of mind.
My thoughts rushed in a panic,
Knowing only anarchy the beat of my heart.
I collapsed in a stairwell,
falling upon jagged right angles.
Weeping out of my pointless efforts,
Broken down along the road to saving her.
Shouts came like the voices of ghosts from the 13th floor,
Echoing through a haunting resonation.
Silence became a blanket over my shoulders,
The ghosts and my weeping became mute.
I was to be alone there on,
With her as but a memory,
A dream to bring me smiles,
A nightmare to make me reminisce.
I feared for the future of our c
God of SuicideGod of Suicide:
You have trapped me in a nightmare,
Which there is no allowance for awake.
But it all turns out to be fair,
Due to all nails and a stake,
I've managed to receive.
Each thud of the hammer and each gash tells a different story.
I will just lay here and prepare my casket.
All of the lies and secrets stored in the closet,
Will come flying out and maybe my followers will find where to fit,
After years of hiding,
And secretly dying.
Death is the beautiful obscure truth,
And life is just the the hideous lie.
These darkened dreams you call sick sooth,
Us and is how we get by.
I will just lay here and prepare my casket.
All of the lie
Tricked Nine Year Old MeThe nine year old me trusted you,
After all I have been through,
I thought you could be the light.
I gave up a fight against society,
And saw the beauty in you even through your mistakes,
But here you are again to make them over again.
You came back just to get what you craved.
I thought you could of saved me,
But instead your slowly letting me drown in doubt.
I can only imagine what you will do to her,
Due to your actions before.
Do you know how hard it is sleeping in the same bed the enemy was in?
Don't begin to try relive the past when I've already seen through your bullshit.
I know you are still the same,
I know what you are.
I know what
The SearchIt lies behind stars
And is trod underfoot.
It hides within people,
is spread throughout time.
It weaves itself between words
And wraps itself in decisions.
It is visible in others
but never in yourself.
But don’t get discouraged,
Don’t be afraid,
Get out there and start searching.
Because to find happiness-
you have to really look.
My Inspiration, My MuseI hope and wait patiently for you to find me
To hear me calling out to you with every fiber of my being
You haven’t met me yet, you don’t know me
But I want you to know how undeviating you have been to me
From this distance
You gave me passion
You gave me hope
You gave me a light to grasp on to
You made my life like a song
You are like the notes to my life’s melody
Melancholy and bittersweet
I will write you a book
Full of rhymes and rhythms
Words written just for you
You are inspiration, my muse
And it has been you that has inspired me to live
To listen to this worlds song
So I will fight, to live
The Best Poke Face Mikey Way Story Part 4:Part 4:
Zendrya turned back around and began to read again as the clique sat down making a hullabaloo.
"I KNOW, LIKE WHAT THE ****?! I MEAN LIKE I MADE OUT WITH HIM AND NOW HE'S GONNA DO THAT?!?!!?" Annalisa said boisterously and stridently.
Zendrya tried to block out the noise but Mrs. Toole did that for her.
"Okay class," Mrs. Toole began, "we have a new student, he transferred class periods. Say something about yourself Mikey."
Mikey glanced at Zendrya before he talked. When he turned around to speak to the class he said, "I write music about what I love and what I hate," Mikey slurred.
After Mikey shared a datum about himself everyb
The Best Poke Face Mikey Way Story Part 3:Part 3:
The next day at school Zendrya plopped down in her writing seat as Mikey looked over, they store at each other as Mikey looked away. Zendrya was the last to look away. On the board up front it read; Write a song about the person next to you.
Zendrya sighed, she barely knew Mikey how could she write an actual heartfelt deep poem about him? She looked at Mikey who was scribbling hurriedly. Zendrya wrote a short hasty poem called You. When Mrs. Pokpeck paced to the front of the room Zendrya slunk down in her chair when Mikey stayed tranquil.
"Mikey what do you have?" Mrs. Pokpeck asked.
"I don't love you," Mikey started.
The Best Poke Face Mikey Way Story Part 2:Part 2:
Once Zendrya had bought her lunch (taco, Doritos, and chocolate milk) she ambled around the cafeteria to find a seat. By the fact that she had no friends this would be a challenge. She seized her blue tray taut to herself as she went around one last time. She saw Mikey and the rest of his friends munching. Ray was grasping two forks in his fist as he banged onto his tray and the table. Gerard was moving his lips to the point that it was unreadable. Frank and Mikey were helping each other work on air guitars. (Which was extremely uproarious.) Zendrya cracked a smile as she walked outside of the lunchroom. She walked a little bit down
The Best Poke Face Mikey Way Story Part 1:The Best Poker Face:
Zendrya walked into her writing class not knowing what to except. Anybody could be in there; Emo, prep, Goth, scene, punk, burn outs… Anybody. Zendrya tugged up her black and grey tie dye skinny jeans before entering the class room. Once Zendrya had taken her seat in the back of the classroom a boy wearing a pair of black Tripp jeans, a black t-shirt with a bright green turtle, and black glasses. His scraggy figure and eyeliner caught Zendrya's eye. Zendrya looked away and looked at the front of the nearly clean white board. The only marks were the words: Write a poem about anything.
Must be one of those get to
Eli Degrassi Story Part 15Mama we all go to hell----My Chemical Romance
In class I could hardly pay the littlest bit of attention to the teachings of the lesson. There were numerous misgivings streaming through my mind. I could concentrate on one drawback for hours. When lunch rolled around finally I was not sure of where I was going to sit. I could try to be polite to Clare… But I do not know if I am ready to exonerate her. I would have to pardon Adam, since he is my brother. I was never really furious at AJ though… Nor had Cisko done anything to make me have anger towards her. Eli… I definitely learned to exculpate him…
Once I found Eli he was seated with Clare, A
My Mind Part 2My mind is a powerful thing,
Pulling me back from sanity.
Almost as powerful as this knife,
That yearns to end my life.
My mind is the reason behind,
Everything wrong with me.
From the person I've grown to be,
To the scars I've earned along the way.
But there's a dark place my mind adores to stay.
It lingers there for days,
And I can slowly feel myself drifting away.
But I no longer fight,
I no longer scream.
Only in my dreams is there true peace.
But I no longer fight,
I no longer scream,
For my life is not worth it.
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