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He said, she said- I've pulled an amazing Amy! It had started from a story...
He said I hate you,
She said I love you.
We are nuclear,
Destined to explode,
We are at each other's throats,
Yet we are in love,
...or supposed to be.
But you are not in love with me,
And I am not in love with you,
We are in love with the idea of each other being in love,
Of people we've built up and dreamed each other to be.
You put the gun to my head,
I pull the trigger.
He said, I want a normal life.
She said, I know you don't.
He said,I don't need you.
She said, you are nothing without me.
I am your edge.
You only loved yourself when we were pretenders.
He said nothing.
She said, play nice.
Falling out of love each time a new flaw was discovered,
Like some defective product we all seem to be.
We are toxic together,
A couple forever.
When I am gone,
You will find me,
Become a better man because of me.
Our chemical infused romance can be listed as catastrophic,
Love exists in pills and powder...we are addictsLeave me alone
So I can tell you goodbye
This desperate dream of a life
Selfish, conceived darling
Blind and naive
To see that girl who's petty emotions drive her to love him...
But she knows it will never be
Wishes they could just mess around
Without any strings attached
He is her comfort, her counterpart
The source of happiness
The reason for tears
The reason for life
Yet ironically he kills her everyday
His blindfolded actions
He sees her as a male companion with a vagina
Only she wants more
If only he didn't care and would just let go
She would find release
...but we don't live in that dream
We live in shades of nightmares and haunting melodies
"Love me" she says
"If you can't do that break me"
He does both
He will never know
Pathetic, she cries
Self indulgent, she knows
But her sins are her best attribute
Such a tragic world, aren't we?
My Own Personal ComaPlease take the time to read this and think about it.
Okay, so for the past couple of months I have been observing life because it's just all too predictable. Sometimes the reason I say certain things is to receive a certain type of reaction. So we are all brought up a certain type of way. Everyone is brought up differently but the same. Some guardian and beliefs, some sort of religion and attitude, something or someone to look up to or follow. We are all built up the same way, having people admire us and add to our self-esteem, constructing false hope and Hollywood dreams we can never achieve. We are put into schools where they measure our IQs and teach us nonsense that is unnecessary to reality since we all in one sense create our own reality. We all complete our needed education to apply to work behind a desk for just another mediocre job everyone else has just to get some cash in your pocket, start a family and let the whole cycle continue.
So no matter what race, gender, or
You're three sides of my eight sided circle"I would never try to decieve you."
"You do everyday."
Lovers juxtaposed behind shuttered eyes
holding broken glass for hearts
I said 'hello' as you said 'goodbye'
hopless hurts, romantic's worse
you should know
addicted to the ghost of you
you drain my everything
your touch is my relief
one last form called bittersweet
your tears fall beautifully like rain
teaching little birds how to fly
with sarcasm dripping from your lips
you're so pathetic you lick it off
pathetic taste I know you love
Swimming through my dreams
as repeated lines turn into the dirt
Teasing the trigger to where you are
Free. Release.If I could have everyone from my past again
to be my friend, lover, or ghost
If I could relive my faults
through a mirror my vainity released
shattered scowls for happy hearts
inside smiling but outside dark
alone is sad,alone,tempting
Unhealthy so now I let you free
Away from me
For the best it seems
Happiness to fill my void
Understand the concrete maze
Mind filmed black and white
too complex for comprehention
The daughter of desmond tiny/I am a pop song(normally im all rant rant rant i hate blah, but i am a pop song on replay, and this is now)
the daughter of desmond tiny
just another face on a computer screen
you're not an attention whore because we all are,
just a little
waiting to see who'll take notice of us and who won't
she was the one who ran away from everything if her eutopia didn't coexist with the real world
too clueless to know that she already had it
just a distorted kind that she couldn't see
it was her nature to push away the ones who love her
she likes to self destruct, don't deny it
it's an addiction she feeds on
one I fed on
her fingers tease the trigger but she never pulls it
so instead she says goodbye
juxaposed but seperate souls
i didn't know anything except for what you told me
so this is what I have
you didn't want to be my friend because I was dancing fences
hate me i love you i don't care
you made me feel that it was wrong to love everybody
and I'm sorry for everything I said
but it's too late to tak
you are my heavenI miss the person I used to be
I miss the person you used to be
I corrupted as did you
you self destructed
and I turned mute.
You tried and cried
I smiled and fell
You made me who I am
Our mistake is that we met
But that is one I somehow don't regret
I'm sorry I hurt you
but you think that feeling bad for making you feel bad is whiny
I looked for help
yeah maybe attention
I found some in all the wrong places
The cyberspace isn't for me
My mind is cluttered as you can see
See just what you do to me
I'm just love sick
I don't know I'm just this and what I've become
Everyone leaves me
Everyone does they always do
I hate who I am and what I've done to you
I'm too clingy
I care too much
I drive everyone away
I need to go away
Hurting too much
Look what you've done
Future daughter I don't ever want you to be like me
I think I'm going
I think I over think
I love you
Those words don't mean anything
Just FriendsFrancis came up from behind me.
"Please?" he pleaded.
I only giggled and clutched the toy closer to my chest, "Nope." I replied ever so snarkily.
"Ugh..." he groaned inward, approaching closer to me.
Yes, yes, yes... I chanted in my head as he came nearer.
"You're so pathetic." Ryan said from across the room, watching with much disinterest, nonchalantly sipping from that red solo cup of his.
"Desperate," he mouthed out. I mentally flipped him off. he smiled in reply.
Francis, stiff and now behind me, wrapped his left leg around my waist, rubbing our figures together, friction.
"Give me!" he yelled.
"No!" I retorted mockingly.
His legs gripped around me tigher, his arms tangled around me. I grinned like an idiot, but he seem to notice. His finger pinched the sight of bare skin under my top as my hands found their way to his arm, fingernails digging into his elbow.
We stayed in that position for minutes, our legs and arms wrapped around each other, lying on the f
Hello there! Meet RyanThis is going to sound like one of those AA meetings.
"Hey! My name is Stephanie."
"Hi, my name is Gabe."
"I'm so and so."
"Mine's blah blah blah."
"This is Pete."
"My name is bleh!"
And the introductions go on...
but this is Ryan.
Maybe he popped up a few years ago, maybe he appeared after my obsession with Ryan Ross, maybe he was created when I stupidly fell head over heels for some worthless crush of mine of three years whose name was Ryan...I don't know exactly, I just know he's here.
Alone and sitting in a dark corner of some unknown room. A shadow peered from behind.
"Hello my dear." It said from the darkness.
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."
"But I'm no stranger love," he said walking closer to me, into the faded light, "I've been here all along."
"You aren't now."
He was almost submerged in the dingy light. A boy in his adolecent years paired with long legs suffocated in black skinny jeans
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
Bigotry murders religion to frighten fools with heWe are just seperate souls that drift off in the blur of society.
Just passing through without another thought.
I am the apparition who lays beside you under your covers and forms you and your state of mind.
Small talk with fellow students for weeks yet you cannot recall their names.
The friends who were once close, you can't even recognize their faces.
We're all ghosts; transparent and temporary.
But if we're all ghost, how can I remember you?
The sentimental ring your name resounds,
every touch your fingers leave.
Spotlight on the first day we met.
Every memory spent,made,created together more vivid than the next.
Maybe we aren't all ghosts after all...
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