Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me
So through me down and tie me up and show me that you like me!
I love to wright about scary things. I saw a purple dragon in my kitchen!!!! I want some pinnaple!!! I am going to be sticky frm chocolate syrup... LOL
this is my thoughts:
I have to restst that urge. I have to fight it. Lock it away deep, deep in my mind. And act as if nothing bothered me. Act as if nothing bothers me? But deep inside it knaws away, as if to get me to tell him. As if it wants me to pleed for this jelousy to leave me. But I shall not let this emotion control what I act. I will not convey my feelings as if something else for the pure joy of my classmates. My feelings stab like a butcher slicing away at a hide, never stoping to think of those around. My actions seem to slowly, gently unfold the circumstances of my jelous thoughts. You dont even glance my way for fear of being shoved with the charges. The charges so rudley applied to the foundation of your skin.
My Stories:
My feelings still burn like fire. Stab like a spear. Never to relese this human feeling. Why doi I have to run? Why do I flee at the sight of her. She is no more or less than I. She can rule nothing more than what she already does. So why do I sprint from her wrath? Restraints form between me and my once true friend. Conspericy she hears of. What do you think happened between me and her son? Fights, lies were there but many were resolved. She sneaks through the darkness recrding any and everything I do falter. Trying to get me to seem unruley to all around. Unruley like the frequent actions agenst me that she makes. But why do I bear this dreadful comfusion? I know I should not even speak to him. Still my words manage to croak out. They spill out like a cup dumping water. How shall I ever learn from my legionless efforts.
80% of Americans say "I LOVE YOU".
20% actually mean it.
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I love the people in my life that told me it was ok to cry, that it was ok to be who I really am, and that I am NOT fat!!! Breanna, James, Dylan
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Seeing death as the end of life is like
seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.
It requires a very unusual mind to undertake
the analysis of the obvious.
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So through me down and tie me up and show me that you like me!
I love to wright about scary things. I saw a purple dragon in my kitchen!!!! I want some pinnaple!!! I am going to be sticky frm chocolate syrup... LOL
this is my thoughts:
I have to restst that urge. I have to fight it. Lock it away deep, deep in my mind. And act as if nothing bothered me. Act as if nothing bothers me? But deep inside it knaws away, as if to get me to tell him. As if it wants me to pleed for this jelousy to leave me. But I shall not let this emotion control what I act. I will not convey my feelings as if something else for the pure joy of my classmates. My feelings stab like a butcher slicing away at a hide, never stoping to think of those around. My actions seem to slowly, gently unfold the circumstances of my jelous thoughts. You dont even glance my way for fear of being shoved with the charges. The charges so rudley applied to the foundation of your skin.
My Stories:
My feelings still burn like fire. Stab like a spear. Never to relese this human feeling. Why doi I have to run? Why do I flee at the sight of her. She is no more or less than I. She can rule nothing more than what she already does. So why do I sprint from her wrath? Restraints form between me and my once true friend. Conspericy she hears of. What do you think happened between me and her son? Fights, lies were there but many were resolved. She sneaks through the darkness recrding any and everything I do falter. Trying to get me to seem unruley to all around. Unruley like the frequent actions agenst me that she makes. But why do I bear this dreadful comfusion? I know I should not even speak to him. Still my words manage to croak out. They spill out like a cup dumping water. How shall I ever learn from my legionless efforts.
80% of Americans say "I LOVE YOU".
20% actually mean it.
.. ..
. . . .
. .. .
. .
. .
.
I love the people in my life that told me it was ok to cry, that it was ok to be who I really am, and that I am NOT fat!!! Breanna, James, Dylan
|………..|
|………..| Put this on your
|………..| page if you have
|……..O| ever pushed a
|………..| door that said pull!
|………..|
|………..|
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I'm~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~F ucked up~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I nsecure~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~N eurotic~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~E motional~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seeing death as the end of life is like
seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.
It requires a very unusual mind to undertake
the analysis of the obvious.
..*•.¸(*•.¸♥¸.•*)¸.•*..
╔═╦══╦═╗ Put this on your
║╩╣║║║║║ page if you are emo
╚═╩╩╩╩═╝ or support emos xx
¸.•*(¸.•*´♥`*•.¸)*•.¸
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- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 108 comments.
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, and quote is Lost in the mind of a homisidal person. - I am a 15 year old woman from Missouri (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Listening to music or writing songs.
- Visit my homepage at www.myyearbook.com/kalimm13
- I am in the groups Evanescence Rocks, Experimental Psychedelic or Abstract PoARTry, For All of Those Who Feel Lost or Alone, Lyric Writers Producers and Music, Music and Poetry is life, People Who have the attension span of a Squirrel, Poets Against Child Abuse, Revolution, Small Town Big Dreams, Suicide Support and Poetry, Take A Gun To My Head And Please Promise Not To Miss, a place for teens
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The darkness crawls deeply into the cracks and crevasses of the unknown. Shunning the light to create a horror effect. Lonesome bulbs dimly shine awkward colors such as emerald and terry on sculptures of previous trespassers0 lines, October 5
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XBleedingxBulletsX on May 31fine then, love dylan kenny and james, just completly leave me out! thanks i feel so loved, i mean its not like were bestfriends or anything....lmao
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With Broken Wings on February 23Awesome profile.. We have a lot in common... My profile used to have a bunch of things like that which would tell you more about how we r alike, but I took everything out to pretend I am happy cause people wanted me to take medications and send me to therapy cause of my depressions.... Yeah, so now I just act like Im not anymore infront of like my parents n stuff... Anyways, you seem cool.. I like your pieces too.. CB!
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XBleedingxBulletsX on January 28darlin, i no y ur depressed, and i think its stupid, i mean honestly!!!!! ha u probley thought i was talkin bout u but no i meant this whore and her boyfriend thats 3 years younger than her. do u know how im talkining about?? hope so cuz if not kyles smarter than u lolzzzz
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Puttymaster1017 : Thanks on January 19Thanks for all the comments I really like your stuff too its real and its beutiful with a hint of darkness
