MisJudged• Show poetry

Facts:

I am a non-violent person.
I will not tolerate violence around me, I hate fighting and yelling.
I like to think I will not let anyone walk all over me but…
I was in an abusive relationship for a year.
I do not know how to take a compliment.
I think that when someone says something nice to me they say it because they are either:
*Joking or
*Trying too hard to be nice

I’m a sucker for blue eyes.
And for babies.

My poems are all old because I’m attempting to improve my writing. How else do you improve something but to study the originals?

The past is my worst enemy. Read a poem of mine and you’ll see that.

I’ll write a poem that may not be true, but there is always truth somewhere behind it. Always.

I took drugs, pills, drank too much, and tried to cut away certain memories of my past. I hardly remember my childhood. The memories I tried to forget are still there, but now I sometimes wonder if it was even real, or if I was just too high and made it all up in my head. Kinda sick, huh?

I’m really not that bad at heart.
I quit drugs. And pills. And cutting.

I see no past, and no future. I see only the moment. I live for this moment. And sometimes it just doesn't seem worth it.

Nature VS Nurture?
Both. But nurture plays the bigger role, in my opinion.
But then again, look at me. I don’t know what happened there.

MUSIC IS NOT LIFE. I think I survive fairly good with out it. But there are a few songs that just seem to SPEAK to me. That list is here and I advise you to listen to them.

Jack Johnson- Cookie Jar
Placebo- Meds
Secondhand Serenade- Fall for you

And because I know you will not listen to these songs, I will now post the lyrics to Cookie Jar here, an amazing song about who to blame about all the violence in the world. I had to listen to it in Psychology and I fell in love.

I would turn on the TV but it's so embarrassing
To see all the other people I don't know what they mean
And it was magic at first when they spoke without sound
But now this world is gonna hurt you better turn that thing down
Turn it around

"It wasn't me", says the boy with the gun
"Sure I pulled the trigger but it needed to be done
Because life's been killing me ever since it begun
You cant blame me cause I'm too young"

"You can't blame me sure the killer was my son
But I didn't teach him to pull the trigger of the gun
It's the killing on this TV screen
You cant blame me its those images he's seen"

Well "You can't blame me", says the media man
Well "I wasn't the one who came up with the plan
I just point my camera at what the people want to see
Man it's a two way mirror and you cant blame me"

"You can't blame me", says the singer of the song
Or the maker of the movie which he based his life on
"It's only entertainment and as anyone can see
The smoke machines and makeup and you cant fool me"

It was you it was me it was every man
We've all got the blood on our hands
We only receive what we demand
And if we want hell then hell's what we'll have

And I would turn on the TV
But it's so embarrassing
To see all the other people
I don't even know what they mean
And it was magic at first
But it let everyone down
And now this world is gonna hurt
You better turn it around
Turn it around


Me--

Now you know how it feels to be me
Faking a smile- it's so hard to breathe
Falling apart with blood on your sleeve
Hiding the truth- - They'll never believe
Slave of the blade- - - you just want to be free

I'll pick up the broken pieces
Of what once was my heart
And carve the words into my skin
"Everything's my fault"

As sweet as the darkest angel
And as beautiful as the most radiant demon
You speak so highly of yourself
I think its time for you to FALL

My happiness is stained with your lies
But now I laugh as you bleed inside
A fallen angel in disguise
I'll pull off your wings, and watch you die

The tears wont stop falling
As you try your hardest not to cry
And the blood wont stop flowing
As you try so hard to stay alive

So lay her down to rest
In a coffin made of stone
Six feet in the ground
Eternally alone...

And I dont know what is happening
It just gets so hard to breathe
My dreams have become reality
And my reality is just a dream

The Touch Of The Blade
Against The Rough Skin
Now Showing The Pain
That Was Hidden Within
The taste of the blood
The Sight Of The Cut
Who Ever Thought
Life Would Hurt This Much

Forgive my immortality
I know you'd love to see me dead

Have you underestimated me, my love
Have you forgotten the mere fact that
I can make you hurt
I can bring you to your knees

Apprehensively she sat and watched as the devil took her soul
Heaven opened up its gates and spat her out whole
The angels took her wings and ripped them to shreds
And without the dark and without the light she finds that she is dead

My life became a Tragedy, I was a Catastrophe.