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"Broken" Second ChapterMary woke up slowly, her head thumping with pain. She could feel something cold, metallic-like and wet oozing down her ears; she knew exactly what it was, of course. Blood. She brought her head up slowly, the halo of black hair uncovering her icy, bitter blue eyes. She tried to move her hands but found that they were bound with something cold, and to her further dismay, her feet were bound as well. She knew she had been kidnapped right then and there, for she wouldn't have been imprisoned if "they" were only curious. She grimaced as she thought about the scar-ridden hands of the man that had brought her here.
Looking around the room, she noticed many bizarre things. The room was caked with dried blood, releasing a foul stench; pieces of flesh sheltered the broken bones in the dark corner of the reeking room. She lifted her head up more, causing the throbbing pain in her head to increase, but she didn't bother with it. Her eye caught something shimmering in the cor
"Broken" First ChapterShe had fallen face first in dew-ridden grass, her glasses pushing against the bridge of her nose, causing momentary pain (but pain nonetheless). She lay there, taking in what had just happened, ignoring the swelling pain of her nose, she breathed heavily, watching the strands of black hair flowing up and down in front of her eyes. Her trance was interrupted by a voice. More specifically, a young man's voice.
The voice asked her "Where did you come from?" his voice was teasing, as if he was joking around with her. Too bad Mary was not in the mood for jokes at all, she got up hastily, her shoulder exposed due to her sleeve being dragged down far too much (as to which she fixed quite fast) and her jeans were torn and smeared with grass stains.
What the man was wearing was far too exposing for Mary's cold eyes. All he wore was animal skin torn to fit around his hips (and it was torn rather badly to add, and it smelled rather ghastly), the "clothing" was held up by a strap of more skin wit
Mansion of SorrowMansion
Forever more , do I sit here in this mansion,
this mansion of sorrow and sadness,
this mansion of memories long forgotten,
this mansion that needs no expansion,
for its thoughts are not mines to share,
not mines to spare,
not mines to tear,
for this mansion of sadness and sorrow,
long forgotten on this hill,
is deroding away,
and taking me as its victim,
not wanting to depart lonely,
not wanting to depart without recognition,
to make its victims suffer,
and to remember,
Over And DoneHer tear's won't stop ,
her heart flip flop's ,
She can't believe what he's done ,
she doesn't WANT to believe ,
she wished he hadn't told her ,
she want's to be bolder ,
so she can tell him she hates him,
though , deep down she know's she doesn't,
she want's it to be over ,
not to hear nothin' no more ,
She blame's herself ,
she blame's him ,
she blame's her.
Get Rich QuickYou felt like he knew you
And when you had the flu
he brought his moms home made stew
And when you went to get that tattoo
he came too
to be there with you
but now you're so blue
he didn't do it for you
you were just so rich
he couldn't resist
your eyes were covered with a kind of mist
he pulled your wrist
and you made it on the list
to make him rich
what were you thinking?
but only now that you're aching
do you understand
that you had to take a stand
you're goin' off to dreamland.
SunDayYou thought I was crazy ,
But you were just lazy ,
to get to know me,
I thought you were able to understand ,
not for her,
not for them,
But I guess you were just another them,
Was I really so easy to throw away?
But I guess it's okay.
You do this everday.
You say sorry
and hey look , it's back to being sunday.
Different , Odd ..NotTheSame.Horror is in my gaze,
don't get close to me,
I'll scream ,
I don't like you ,
I don't like others,
it's what's best for me,
Do you want to get hurt?
Noone get's close to the girl with the glass heart and the shattered brain,
so go away,
why do you keep coming closer?
Your vials and tubes dont' scare me,
I can see through your smiling face,
your cheery eyes,
underneath that ,
you're the same,
as all the others,
you want to see who I am,
maybe you can change me,
maybe make me better,
maybe make me nicer,
I don't need your help,
I'll change if I want to ,
keep your roses away from me,
your familiar smell,
It disgusts me,
you squeeze the life out of her ,
what she was is gone,
what she is is now back ,
you do this to them ,
you kill the lives of girls ,
you make them what you call..
A dead man's songLove's so odd
My hearts beating
I don't understand
I was dead tommorow
Why do I want to live?
Just for her?
I want to go down , die , ground , rot
But for her
I'll live till the end of time
just for her
just for her
Everythings about her
fingers going cold
Face gets warm
is what's for me
I don't want this
she'll get hurt
I'll get hurt
I'm dead tommorow.
My arms are wound up
caged in this screen
make me believe
what you want me to
I don't need you to
inject me with happiness
Life is just hard without it
But I don't need it anymore
I bend to your will
You break the twigs that are my life
do you see?
you're killing me
I'm dead tommorow.
Let , me , go.
[continued , then fades out]
StoopI won't stoop to your level
I won't look at your evil
I don't have the fuel
No matter how brutal
You were to me
Wont stoop to your level
No matter how evil
No matter how brutal
I don't have the fuel
Even if you grovel,
No matter how awful
Sorry you are to me,
I just won't take it anymore,
Wont stoop to your level,
I just won't imagine that cackle,
That signaled war,
That you saw me from afar.
I'll erase these scars,
Wont stoop to your level,
I just won't spar,
I want to be away,
I know I'll be okay,
If I say,
Won't stoop to your level,
I just won't be,
One of your people.
Someone asked me what is love
is it good, is it bad
is it awesome, is it terrible
I honestly didnt know how to answer them.
I finally desided love is the most complicated of all emotions
Love is kind
love is harsh
love is wonderful
love is terrible
love is a cure
love is a sickness
love is LOVE
love is hate
love is meaningful
love is pointless
love shows the best in people
love shows the worse in people
love makes us speak truth
love makes us lie
love understands everything
love confuses everyone
love builds your life
love tears your heart down
love makes you smile
love makes you cry
love makes us cuddle
love makes us hit
love makes the world go round
love makes the world go crashing down
love makes things simple
love makes things impossible
love is always worth it
love is never worth it
love makes us smarter
love makes us stupid
love is enlightening!
love is BLIND
make love not war
make war out of love
love is peaceful
love creates fights
love is sooth
SuicideSuicide... they call it sin
They say it is a death in which no-one wins...
They encourage you not to do it, they say it is wrong...
But who is there to encourage you when you can't be strong.
You feel like you have no-one, not even a friend.
No shoulder to cry on, just one last letter to send.
tragedies - collab.you deserve all the cobweb dreams,
fairytale hopes, and explosive love
in the world, but i know that i
will never be the one
to give them to you.
you need notes that end with
'ps - you're brighter than
twenty-seven silver stars'.
i can't bring myself
to write them, though.
it's not like you'd read them,
i cut out paper hearts and
dreams and gave them to you, but
you only ripped them up and said
'these aren't good enough.'
when i painted you a picture
of golden skies and sunshine smiles,
you handed it back and told me
'next time, paint realistically.'
so i wrote you a story
filled of starless nights and
hopeless dreams. you said 'no,
i don't need this. you're
tragedy enough for me.'
by the time i was humming you
melancholy lullabies through the receiver,
you had already surrendered
to the sweet grasps of sleep.
'i'd rather nightmares than you,'
you said, hanging up the phone.
i kept singing anyway, hoping
that you would stop running
long enough for me to catch up.
but i forgot -
the speed addictthe speed addict knows if he stops moving,
he will die. so when inertia takes hold
his heart falters and his head slams against
a future, lit by the dashboard. he hears
his veins stuttering like gears grinding out
a staccato refrain, while the wheel spins and
goes numb. as his breath twists away from his grip,
rasps a hol
heart song.this is the song
to your heart.
why are you locked inside
a bathroom stall? no one
to hold you, tell you sweet
lies and say you are
beautiful, say you are
perfect? it's not the end of
the world, not yet. if it was,
wouldn't there be
your heart is not yet
dead; please do not
say it is. if it was dead,
it wouldn't hurt this
your heart is only sleeping.
when the only melody in your head
is a break up song, and the only thing
your heart seems capable of doing
is twisting itself into knots, and the only
thing you want to do is hide and escape
we are talking about finding
eternity in the things people
throw away. we are talking about
listening to the moments of silence
in between heart beats. we are talking
about distances shortening and
people realizing they can
we are talking about
one of the greatest tragedies
in life is that
DementiaThe old man sits with stooped back.
The room is cold, just like his hands.
Thoughts have wandered like small children.
He wonders if he will see home again.
Thoughts have wandered home again,
with stooped backs and cold hands.
The room sits with the old man.
Like small children, he wonders if he will see cold.
Back stooped with thoughts, he wanders.
Like a child the small room sits, wondering.
Home again is cold.
The old man will see with his hands.
Thoughts have wandered with stooped backs.
The cold hands sit with the old man.
He wonders if he will see like small children.
The room is home again.
This PainTears roll down my face,
As I cut myself,
To release the pain.
It hurts so much,
But feels so good.
The pain is draining from me,
In drops of blood.
As I watch my pain leave from me,
"How can this be,
That I have so much pain
When I'm only merely 16?".
Then I remember the past that I've had,
Memories of yelling,
all the awful scars.
I've cried too much,
I've hated so many,
That I don't think people will ever get me.
I come back from my world of thoughts
And realize that I've bled too much,
It's all over the counter,
It's becoming messy,
But I don't care.
I just want this pain out of me.
I'm starting to think that I can't go on,
That maybe I should cut deeper
Till there is no more pain or blood,
But then I remember,
That I may have a future.
I'll just have to wait out this pain
And let the blood dry up.
you can't feel through fabrictonight the rain becomes the earth
falling from hidden spaces in the sky and swollen clouds
i hear it make mud of dirt, and lovers of friends
and ask, quiet, where are you going but down?
im not all there in the head
youre not all there in the head, my mother says
im not all there in the head i repeat
sometimes im there in my toes and fingers and heart as well
and now - in this downpour moment- i lie on the street
so warm that i think well thats where loves gotten to
but where is your shirt n? oh someplace else
and is that a light flickering in the house across the road? hide!
i rush in soaken with rain i watched fall (like stars)
am i poetic enough yet, yet?
leaving rain-prints on the carpet but mother wont mind
mind you she never minds anything if its mine
but then it stops a quick shut-eye stop
(i wonder) is it dew now that it sits like jewels upon the grass?
the wind is lovely in my ear, voice like rushing water
Depressing PoemsSorry --
What if she died?
And at the funeral her parents told you,
"You could have saved her from herself."
How would that make you feel?
And that night you went home
Sat in your room alone
And killed yourself
Just to be with her again and tell her
Why do people try to help me?
Do they care?
I guess they do
But all I do is hurt them
She keeps trying to help me
But all I do is push her away
She's my best friend
Why can't I just let her help?
What if I died right now?
How would you fell?
Sad, depressed, torn apart?
Or would you feel nothing,
But an empty place that can never be filled again?
There are many kinds of eyes.
Cold , hard , staring eyes.
Warm , big , giving eyes.
And the kinds that make you look down , wondering if you should look up again and find something new.
The kinds that are like a black hole , infinite , never ending , mysterious.
You must be thinking that is all a lie , a mere childrens tale. No.
I know eyes.
The kind that make you scream inside, the kind that makes you warm inside , and lastly ,
the most persuading eyes, the deep , dark , melting eyes.
You might fall in...
and you won't be able to get out.
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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