In this, I'm dying.
In this, I'm alone.
In this, there's nothing more you can say.
In this, I've never been so fake.
In this, this catastrophe disguised.
In this, I shall end.
Everytime you cry to me, it makes me hate you more.
The hatred grows from the seeds of pity.
This relentless ache that you create in every bone my body holds is killing from the inside.
My mind is overwhelmed with your naive obsession.
You want a trophy, you want something to show.
You claim this undying love, please take it back, give it to someone else.
I'm drowning under the weight of your life-long cliche.
I haven't been on this site in so long, it's kind of a trip to see that all this stuff still exists.
I wrote so much, I've changed so much.
There is an exponential increase in writing ability from 04 to 06.
I hope it doesn't go back down...
I doubt that it will ever be as low as it was back then.
Maybe I should start writing poetry again.
Away with the incredible sob stories of entries past.
I really hope this site sticks around for a long time, so I can always come back to it. I would hate for all of my progressive writing to disappear, it's so much fun to laugh at.
I have so much energy
I can do whatever I choose to do.
well, I wish I could do whatever I wanted to do....but I suppose some laws have to be followed.
I have an hour to wait, an hour until I can run freeee :)
I'll never be Ozzy on stage when I'm 50, I'm gonna look like Elvis by the time I'm 40, we're already bogus, we're already fading, we'll never be the Rolling Stones...I'm going home.
It's never a choice anymore
just do what you're told
I don't want to go.
Why can't they see that?
Its been far tooo long
since your lips met mine
its been far too long
what happened last time?
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im happy.
kbyeeeeee
My depression has gone past what I had hoped. I'm never happy and I've come to realize that my smile is as fake as the chain of lies I continue to hide behind. When I laugh, I find nothing amusing, the sound morbidly monotonous. I cry with the hope that the trails left behind become permanent. The dry feeling has almost become comforting. I don't look forward to anything and everything I see is black and white. Death has become all I ever truly obsess over. The longing never goes away, but it sometimes softened when I feed the sorrow with pain of a different kind. Self soothing has become the new name for the unconcious attempts...
My arms have become burial grounds for every pain I've ever felt. I can't see past the darkness into the light I'm dying to see. I'm alone in this, with not even the slightest tingle of consulation. I feel these arms reach out barely grasping my tear soaked hands, only to let go, letting me fall back into this misery. I'm helpless in this, longing for an end to everything.
Have you ever stopped to wonder what makes you different than everyone else?
Don't.
The only thing you'll realize is that your life is more or less pointless...because everyone else is leading the same one.
best song ever-------
what does that whispy little brat have that you dont have?
she can't hold a candle to the beauty of your smile
how about a pulse
overrated by a mile
overfathomed, overblown
if he only knew the you that we know
and that silly little creature isnt wearing his ring
and she doesnt play piano or dance or sing
no she doesnt compare
but she still breathes air
who cares unimportant, overrated, over blown
if only he could see how special you could be
if he only knew the you that we know
if i touch a burning candle, i can feel no pain
if you cut me with a knife its still the same
and i know her heart is beating
i know that i am dead
but the pain here that i feel
try and tell me its not real
but it seems that i still have a tear to shed
the short redeeming feature, from that little creature
is that shes alive
overrated, over blown
everybody knows thats just a temporary state
that is cured very quickly when we meet our fate
who cares, unimportant
overrated, overblown
if only he could see how special you could be
if he only knew the you that we know
if i touch i burning candle i can feel no pain
in the ice or in the sun its all the same
yet i feel my heart is aching
though it doesnt beat, its breaking
and the pain here that i feel
try and tell me its not real
i know that i am dead
yet it seems that i still have some tears to shed...
Dear self:
I find myself annoyed by all your petty desperations.
I've noticed how pathetic you've gotten...Obsession doesnt seem to work for you. When you finally come to the realization that life is in fact not as easy as you want it to be...Everything will become a lot harder. There is nothing out there that can save you, no such thing as magic...Nothing is going to pop out of no where and change your life. You are not special in any way shape or form..so stop trying to convince yourself that someday...one day...something spectacular will happen. Something you have been waiting for your entire life. You over-active imagination has caused you more pain than you're willing to admit. Stop using it. YOU WILL NEVER BECOME ANYTHING IMPORTANT. You are just one more of us, doomed to a life of normality. No one feels sorry for you. No one else thinks you deserve more than you have.
Open your eyes.
its all come over me
so fast, unexpected
every emotion
shining through
i can't hold it in
like i used to
you have an effect on me
that no one else seems to have
its almost like i cant be free
but i want to be trapped
i want to be surrounded
by everything you do
chain me by your side
i dont care if i'm with you
its an obsession, addiction
i can't let you go
i see your eyes
its sick, but so
i dont know a thing about you
i want to learn so bad...
just take me for the whore i am
i'll be the best you ever had.
New Years Resolutions
Stop eating---catch annorexia
Find a new addiction
Become as thin as possible...
Take as many drugs/pills as I can get a hold of.
the end.
Her disapointment was brought on by nothing more than self important views.
In her mind she had been done wrong, she didn't take the time to realize that what she had was more than she asked for, more than she wanted to begin with. Her anger at being ripped off was intense, but her guilt for feeling the way she did was stronger. As she stepped back to look at the big picture, she understood what had gone wrong. The thought of what had occured still brought about frustrated feelings, disapointing memories, all the things that she didn't want to think about, but in the end, she fully came to appreciate the experience. Her own wants were the cause of her pain. Her own desperation for the things she didn't need, only expected, were the cause of the disapointment. You gain nothing you want by expecting an endless flow of things you don't need.
The anger towards anything and everything following the day of disapointment was the result of thinking that she deserved what she didn't get. You don't truly deserve anything you think you deserve.
your guess is better than mine
my confusion has crossed the line
all those things i meant to say
all those times i couldnt stay
i never stopped
too look over my shoulder
and see what was real
what couldn't be bolder
it took me so long
to realize my mistake
i'm afraid its too late
its too hard to fake
i had my eyes closed
to every game you played
convinced you were better
through all the stories you made
though your smile died
so very long ago
i had hoped that mine would make it all better
but i guess it wasn't so
this is my goodbye
the very last one
i love you through all of this
but i can't help but run
the addictions cant be real
the pain too harsh to feel
the numbing traces of tears
cant hide the painful years
the sickness bleeding through
pills to good to be true
i have nothing more to say i guess...
dismantled voices
unknown concerns
the rave is fucking growing
lost in the twists and turns
ghostly faces
drowning in x
the music, blaring
can't hide the sex
illusions become reality
the shadows were always there
clawing at your innocence
lost in the dialated stare
the lights are really faeries
dancing their lives away
the time has lost existence
you make no sense of what they say
the fall came hard
but it was expected
the faeries fell too
your mind has been rejected
smile at your loss of breath
everythings moving so fast...
the distance between the floor and your head
is not so far, but it will last.
the shadows evade her
shes got her eyes on the prize
they tried to decieve her
she fell through their lies
success was her goal
but as we all know
defeat was predicted
and defeat was her toll
with her blood stained hands
and war stained heart
she looked for a way
to create a new start
she waited for years
for an idea to come
and through all the tears
she had come up with some
she searched for the cure
but quickly was lured
by the same decieving evil
that last killed her nerve
as the dark surrounded
everything she knew
she longed for a light
and she knew what to do
with all she had left
she stood up, and fell
then stood up again
this time she felt well
she weakly smiled
and walked a few steps
she had to escape
escape from these depths
the monsters who tricked her
could not believe
that through all the torture
she found strength to leave
proudly walking through treachery
she was guided by her dream
her escape was a close one
things arent as bad as they seem.
Its overwhelming.
I don't know what to think
the sound of blood draining
down the porcelain sink
Its not hard to notice
tear stained cheeks
all the interrogations
the perfect black streaks
tell her story
of the shadow of death
its the end of the world
whats to stress?
I have to try really hard to tone myself down.
I'm starting to scare people with my...erm...obnoxious reactions to everything. I feel so stupid...I just found out that I really do scare people...I feel so beyond stupid. Annoying. Just simply fucking retarded. I'm disapointed in myself. I really hate it.
Tomorrow..I'm going to be quiet. That will be me from now on...I can't live with myself anymore. Ugh!
I tried...and I deleted my last entry. thats the first time ive ever deleted an entry...totally makes me feel like i suck.
The immortal nights
so dark and disgraceful
embracing the frights
of those we find shameful
the blood lust ran rampid
as the wounds refused to heal
everything we did was frantic
everything we did was real
the thought is sometimes terrifying
but thats the way we lived
our adventures always death defying
take all the life we give
I seem to be mistaken
its you thats been forsaken?
I dreamt of you
just last day
a perfect view
too perfect to stay
your face
so familiar
yet so distant and unknown
that smile
so peculiar
what I love is what you've shown
The mystery in you
brings out my curious nature
with every wink, a que
to heighten such great stature
She doesn't quite understand us now, but in time, she will. Her mind is capable of much more than anything we could ever imagine...we just have to encourage it. Everything we say is absorbed into her thought process, so in all reality, trying to teach her as if she were a student is quite unneccassary. By simply using the right informative speech, she will soon comprehend our world with wisdom that only the wisest have been able to reach, if not more. Actually, it's quite clear to me that she will know more about how our lives manage than we will ever know. The prophecy is nothing more than guidelines, as it states that she will be "the taught teacher." Teach her we will not, guide her we will. She will be the teacher, she will help us learn, as she learns, although there are some things that only she will understand, as at this moment, she understands little we do.