One is not born a woman, one becomes one.
- Simone de Beauvoir -
I will break into your thoughts
With what's written on my heart
I will break, break
I'm so sick, infected with
Where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
If you want more of this
We can push out, sell out, die out
So you'll shut up
And stay sleeping
With my screaming in your itching ears
I'm so sick, infected with
Where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
Hear it, I'm screaming it
You're heeding to it now
Hear it, I'm screaming it
You tremble at this sound
You sink into my clothes
This invasion makes me feel
Worthless, hopeless, sick
I'm so sick, infected with
Where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so, I'm so sick
I'm so sick, infected with
Where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so (I'm so)
I'm so sick (I'm so sick)
I'm so (I'm so)
I'm so sick (I'm so sick)
Flyleaf : I'm so sick
Vampire life
The dark swirling symphony of black pools deep with in Corrupting purity of mind Draining to heart and filling soul. Every tainted drop turns white to gray. The gray skies of imagination and wonder. Diving into the condemned world of eternal darkness. Explore, search, learned Go ahead, nobody knows. For they would shun one out, An existence every soul fears. Fear of the unknown Fear of the shadows Fear of deaths dowries Born of the night in heavens light The purest of souls Die in heavens blind eye to return to eternal darkness
vestri nex moror in meus labiae
Defect not in the actions of oneself,
But the taint brought by society.
Put oneself before the mass of confusion,
Predisposition for failure,
Failure will feed and grow.
Core of strength,
Mind of brilliance,
Heart of gold.
Pull through the thick of stupidity,
And free oneself of the path set by others,
Pass weak in humanity.
Distend ones soul to purity,
Roam free in oneself,
To acquire true bliss.
By: BowelsOFloveANDhate
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3553672

http://allpoetry.com/poem/3656834

http://allpoetry.com/poem/3704328

will say yes...
The question asked in order to save her life or take it
The answer no avoided death, the answer yes would make it
"Do you believe in God?" written on the bullet
Say yes to pull the trigger
"Do you believe in God?" written on the bullet
And Cassie pulls the trigger
All heads are bowed in silence to remember her last sentence
She answered him, knowing what would happen
Her last words still hanging in the air
How many will die? I will die. I will say yes. Yes.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2990472

Painted Memories
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2571856
My first published poem
In Forever Spoken
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Beautiful is all that makes you, you.
The radiant glow that lines your every glimpse
and every goose bump to whisper your deepest longing.
Your skin, flawless and welcoming.
And the scent of scents to drive any man wild.
Sweet nothing are not of the whispered meaning of I love you.
For your love has truer power than nothings played quietly.
You are all that is worth in the world of hidden treasures.
The wish come true, below the rainbow I found you.
By: BowelsofloveANDhate

My beautiful little girl
Kiera
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He poured his heart and soul to me,
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