Broken--dreams• Show poetry

To me, gore is beautiful, and ordinary is boring. I have a sick fascination with zombies, the undead, Vampires, shit like that. I can't really explain why. I love being morbid, and down right frightening. I love blood, I scare people, when they are scared of me, I like it. I'm a very sick and twisted person. But I have a very strong opion about A lot of shit.

Sometimes you have to hurt the ones you love, to realize how much you actually love and care about them... It takes the hurt of someone you love to realize, just how much you actually need them in your life. You never no what you have till it’s gone... and then it can take a broken heart, and a lot of pain, to heal what has happened. Your past is always going to be there no matter what, and it takes a very strong person to be able to push past your past and move on. Not be ashamed of it, but learn from it. You need to make your own mistakes to learn from them. You can’t learn from someone else’s mistakes, you need to make your own, and learn from them. At the time, it may be horrible, and you can’t believe that you didn’t listen to the ppl you love, when they tell you not to do that, or go down that road, when they were just trying to help, and make your life easier... but in then end, you will appreciate it, and you will learn from it. Cuz everyone makes mistakes. And it takes a strong person to be able to move on past it. yes many ppl will hurt you in your lifetime, hurt you to the point where you cant even function, but its life. and life sucks. but it will get better, and trust me i have a very hard time believeing that... but its true.

"I never had the chance to thank you for ripping out my heart."
"you got a gun, i got a gun lets write a tradgic ending"


Congratulations I Hate You
By Alesana

no one ever said that life was fair and I'm not saying that it should be
so knowing that you are where you want to be and I'm not comes as no surprise
but don't expect me to be happy for you
and don't smile at me and tell me things will work out for me too
I don't want your pity...I hate your pity

taste your vanity and its sweet bitterness
as you hide behind your veil of my stolen hopes and lost dreams
...you took them all...
I watched you steal my thoughts and had to see you smile

as you build your dreams on my shattered hopes
I'll look back on a day once loved and fantasize for tragedy

swallow your pride

beg me to make this easier and listen to my hopeless cries

suffer alone in emptiness
I lust to see you swallowed by the mess that you left in your wake
disgust lies deep within your empty gaze...

beg me to make this easier and listen as my hopeless cries
send stares into your meaningless eyes

my envy can't describe how I loathe you for having all the stars
leaving my eyes to marvel the sky knowing it should be mine
yet it's you I see wasting the dream that only I deserve
I'll tear off your face to see your smile.

as you build your dreams on my shattered hopes
I'll look back on a day once loved and fantasize for tragedy
swallow your pride

beg me to make this easier and listen as my hopeless cries
send stares into your meaningless eyes

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out
WHETHER YOUR ROOTS HAVE BECOME SO ENTWINED TOGETHER THAT IT IS
inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love
is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of
eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince
ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love
HAS BURNED AWAY, AND THIS IS BOTH AN ART AND A FORTUNATE ACCIDENT. Even if I've never had it, we have roots that will grow towards each other
underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from our
branches we will find that we are one tree and not two"