Anti-Saint• Show poetry

My name is Stephanie, but I go by Sonya or Wichlit. I am a Juggalette, and a Maggot. I am what some or most people would consider "Gothic", though I'm not sure what I consider myself. I listen to a wide variety of music, but my favorite would be metal or juggalo rap. I am a vampire lover, my favorite being Lestat. I love books, mostly fantasy/horror. My favorite writer is Anne Rice. My favorite poet is Edgar Allen Poe (overrated, I know). Want to know anything else, just ask.


Some of my favorite bands:
Boondox
Dark Lotus
Evanescence
H.I.M.
ICP
Korn
Lacuna Coil
Nickelback
Otep
Queen
Rammstein
Skindred
Slipknot
System of a Down
Twiztid
Zug Izland



Sonya again. This probably won't matter to anyone who reads this, because you didn't know her. But on Tuesday January 15th, 2008, one of my greatest friends committed suicide. They won't put how she died in the papers, and I think that's a disgrace to her memory. She was one of the best people I've ever met, and helped me out of one of the worst times in my life. But she fell in love, too deeply for her own good, and in the end it destroyed her. R.I.P Paxson Michele Taylor. We all love you and miss you dearly.

"Losing love is like finding out your iPOD died on a really bad day" - Arya

The story of my friend Arya:

Just after sunset, the doorbell rang. In my heart I knew it was her, no one else can give that weird a vibe. I answered the door to find her there (told you), With a huge stick at least 8 ft tall in her hand. In complete calm, she said "I don't know what it is, but something about big sticks fascinate people, even when they're old and half dead". With this, she fled the porch, throwing the stick into my yard. She then proceeded to jump back onto the porch and look at me like I was the one who had just done something a stoner would do on a happy day. =] I love you Arya. You're such a dork. =P (p.s.: true story by the way).

92% of American teens today would die if Abercrombie & Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. If you're part of the 8% that would be laughing their asses off, put this in your profile.



Filthee by Otep:
Lying naked alone
On the bathroom floor
Evacuating pain... fear
NO MORE!

And I can't get his scent off of me

She wants to be a messiah
Without the crucifixion
She wants to fuck delilah
Without samson's Intervention
She wants to be a deity and rule us everyday
And punish the wars of your rich gods and the martyrs that they slay
She wants to see galaxies
All the planets and the stars
She wants to be a fallen angel without the swollen scars

Unclean
Unclean
Fillthee
And I can't get his scent off of me
Unclean
Unclean
Fillthee
And I can't get his scent off of me

She wants to free the kingdom
Be worshipped by the earth
She wants to be the prophet
For ten times what she's worth
She wants to break free from eve
And leave them all behind
To be born again in the thrill of sin
And revive her dying mind
She wants to stand
Rape the King
Slaughter the daughter kill everything
Burn the world and let her soul be free
Ignite the nebulas of eternity

Unclean
Unclean
Fillthee
And I can't get his scent off of me
Unclean
Unclean
Fillthee
And I can't get his scent off of me

Don't touch me there
Oh, I know you're scared
Kill the need in me
And I remain

Unclean
Unclean
Fillthee
And I can't get his scent off of me
Unclean
Unclean
Fillthee
And I can't get his scent off of me

Why should I be afraid?
It's not the first time I've tasted pain
Why should I be afraid?
It's not the first time I've tasted pain

And I can't get his scent off of me



I Am Hated by Slipknot:
The whole world is my enemy - and I'm a walking target
Two times the devil with all the significance
Dragged and raped for the love of a mob
I can't stay - because I can't be stopped
Eat motherfuckers alive who cross us
I know you're all tired of the same ol' bosses
Let me tell you how it's gonna be
I'm gonna kill anyone who steps up in front of me

Welcome to the same ol' fucking scam
Same ol' shit in a dead fad

Everybody wants to be so hard
Are you real or a second rate sports card?
They all lost their dad or their wife just died
They never got to go outside - SHUT UP
Nobody gives a fuck
it doesn't change the fact that you suck

(We are) The anti-cancer
(We are) The only answer
Stripped down, we want you dead
But what's inside of me, you'll never know
(We are) Bipolar gods
(We are) You know what we are
My life was always shit
And I don't think I need this anymore

Now I'm not pretty and I'm not cool
But I'm fat and I'm ugly and proud - so fuck you
Standing out is the new pretension
Sreamline the (sic)ness, half-assed aggression
You gotta see it to believe it, we all got conned
All the mediocre sacred cows we spawne
Put your trust in the mission
We will not repent - this is our religion

(We are) The anti-cancer
(We are) The only answer
Stripped down, we want you dead
But waht's inside of me, you'll never know
(We are) Bipolar gods
(We are) You know what we are
My life was always shit
And I don't think I need this anymore

I AM HATED
YOU ARE HATED
WE ARE HATED

Everything sucks and I can prove it
Everybody dies, shuffle on, remove it
Idividuals, indispensable
I'm the paradox deity vessel
...the other side holds no secret
But this side is done, I don't need it
Before you go, you should know you're breaking down
You'll be rotten by the time you're underground

(We are) The anti-cancer
(We are) The only answer
Stripped down, we want you dead
But what's inside of me, you'll never know
(We are) Bipolar gods
(We are) You know what we are
My life was always shit
And I don't think I need this anymore

(We Are) The source of conscience
(We Are) Distorted sentients
There's only one thing left
And I can't leave until it's sated
(We Are) The absolute
(We Are) Controlling you
They're closing in, I can't escape
I AM HATED