.All is you.You are all.All with you.You in all.I want to live.Don't want to die.I want to live.I want to try.
"The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on.
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?" - The Show Must Go On - Queen
Because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping
and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone
‘neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
that split the night and touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening.
People writing songs that voices never shared, no one dared disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools," said I, "you do not know, silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made
and the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming.
And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
and tenement halls and whispered in the sound of silence."
"Long to believe that support will never cease. Bitter and lonely, those they've left before.
The vibrant heart so quickly growing old, the warmest eyes so quickly growing cold.
Just a glance for they don't care to see what becomes of me." AFI - At a glance
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My Confessions (and just random facts):
~My name is Becca
~I'm 18 years old
~I have naturally strawberry blonde hair but I dye it all the time.. It's icky and fading right now... I'm actually debating to just let it stay natural for a while...
~My eyes are green
~I enjoy smoking weed and drinking.
~I basicaaly spent a year on a exctasy binge followed by acid and coke. I have cut out many drugs since then and now am working on just drinking and smoking up.
~I'm a vegetarian yayy
~My favourite music is: Black label society, metallica, Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Rob Zombie, Nine Inch Nails, Ramones, Pantera, AFI, Insane clown posse, Iron Maiden, Judas Preist... and more
~My Favourite movies are: Thirteen, silence of the lambs, The Matrix, Star Wars, Nightmare before christmas, sleepy hollow (and ok any movie that has to do with Tim Burton or Johnny Depp..) .. dragon heart, school of rock, blah lots more but I'm lazy
~My favourite shows consist of: Family Guy, The Simpson, South Park, and uhh.. Sex and the city .. hehe I have a lot of different tastes
-My childhood favourite bands were Neil Young and David Bowie (thanks to my dad) and I still rather enjoy Neil Young and David Bowie is my god!
~I have no life
~I get annoyed very easily by technology and little children... tisk tisk I'm a horrible person actually I just get annoyed very easily... but not by many people just things..
~Writing is theropy for me... I think I would die without it.. or go insane and kill people.. with poetry I get to kill people in my work
~I have an anxiety disorder which makes me slightly anti-social and afraid of meeting new people. despite this i like being silly at times and i'm incredibly nice to people.
~ i LOVE horror movies
-As you probably have read I can be horribly morbid and.. well just completly freaky.
Poetry Confessions:
*I usually get inspired to write a poem in the weirdest of times... and when I try to get inspired my poetry usually sucks so badly lol
*My poetry style is pretty pessimistic (well usually I have my hopefull moments) I mean... it just focuses on all the bad things in the world tisk tisk maybe I should make some more happy poems
*I used to write a lot of murder poems... in fact I was gonna write a bunch of poems for real serial killers out there but I guess I didn't find the time... and it's kinda hard to make more then one poem about killing.
*I usually stick to certain concepts for poems at a time... like at first it was murderers, then I kinda went on a angel infactuation, then I got into my complete crap faze lol, now I'm kinda just into the loss of innocence... but then there are my complete random peoms inbetween which I'm quite fond of...
**Happy people don't write such tragic words
Trophy Poems: (read them)
A Bleeding Reminder (Gold)
My Worsening Cause (Gold)
Back Where I Belong (Gold)
Raspberry Razorblades (Gold)
Bloodstained Safety (Silver)
Lie (Silver)
The Ruined Lament (Silver)
Perfect (silver)
"The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on.
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?" - The Show Must Go On - Queen
Because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping
and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone
‘neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
that split the night and touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening.
People writing songs that voices never shared, no one dared disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools," said I, "you do not know, silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made
and the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming.
And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
and tenement halls and whispered in the sound of silence."
"Long to believe that support will never cease. Bitter and lonely, those they've left before.
The vibrant heart so quickly growing old, the warmest eyes so quickly growing cold.
Just a glance for they don't care to see what becomes of me." AFI - At a glance
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
My Confessions (and just random facts):
~My name is Becca
~I'm 18 years old
~I have naturally strawberry blonde hair but I dye it all the time.. It's icky and fading right now... I'm actually debating to just let it stay natural for a while...
~My eyes are green
~I enjoy smoking weed and drinking.
~I basicaaly spent a year on a exctasy binge followed by acid and coke. I have cut out many drugs since then and now am working on just drinking and smoking up.
~I'm a vegetarian yayy
~My favourite music is: Black label society, metallica, Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Rob Zombie, Nine Inch Nails, Ramones, Pantera, AFI, Insane clown posse, Iron Maiden, Judas Preist... and more
~My Favourite movies are: Thirteen, silence of the lambs, The Matrix, Star Wars, Nightmare before christmas, sleepy hollow (and ok any movie that has to do with Tim Burton or Johnny Depp..) .. dragon heart, school of rock, blah lots more but I'm lazy
~My favourite shows consist of: Family Guy, The Simpson, South Park, and uhh.. Sex and the city .. hehe I have a lot of different tastes
-My childhood favourite bands were Neil Young and David Bowie (thanks to my dad) and I still rather enjoy Neil Young and David Bowie is my god!
~I have no life
~I get annoyed very easily by technology and little children... tisk tisk I'm a horrible person actually I just get annoyed very easily... but not by many people just things..
~Writing is theropy for me... I think I would die without it.. or go insane and kill people.. with poetry I get to kill people in my work
~I have an anxiety disorder which makes me slightly anti-social and afraid of meeting new people. despite this i like being silly at times and i'm incredibly nice to people.
~ i LOVE horror movies
-As you probably have read I can be horribly morbid and.. well just completly freaky.
Poetry Confessions:
*I usually get inspired to write a poem in the weirdest of times... and when I try to get inspired my poetry usually sucks so badly lol
*My poetry style is pretty pessimistic (well usually I have my hopefull moments) I mean... it just focuses on all the bad things in the world tisk tisk maybe I should make some more happy poems
*I used to write a lot of murder poems... in fact I was gonna write a bunch of poems for real serial killers out there but I guess I didn't find the time... and it's kinda hard to make more then one poem about killing.
*I usually stick to certain concepts for poems at a time... like at first it was murderers, then I kinda went on a angel infactuation, then I got into my complete crap faze lol, now I'm kinda just into the loss of innocence... but then there are my complete random peoms inbetween which I'm quite fond of...
**Happy people don't write such tragic words
Trophy Poems: (read them)
A Bleeding Reminder (Gold)
My Worsening Cause (Gold)
Back Where I Belong (Gold)
Raspberry Razorblades (Gold)
Bloodstained Safety (Silver)
Lie (Silver)
The Ruined Lament (Silver)
Perfect (silver)
- Last seen on Nov 7 12:44 PM. Member since July 11, 2005.
- I'm a citrine experience poet for 180 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "*morbid*".
- I am a 18 year old girl (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a dreamer... I dream my life away *sings*.
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/morbid_xx
- I have 180 comments, 1 contest, 147 poems, 2 stories
My Poetry
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there's nothing in my heart
I'm as empty as the night
I cannot find the words...21 lines, 1 comment, May 3. In Other -
kissed your taste, I have no doubt
your such a waste, and I can't get you out!
My Stories
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2240 lines, July 4, 2006. In 2000-5000 words
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The sun shone brightly through the mesh ceiling of the greenhouse where Dr. Alfred Hope vigorously worked away. He dabbed away the beads of sweat twirling down his sun-tanned f1358 lines, 1 comment, September 4, 2005. In <200 lines, Science fiction
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Iana on August 14, 2006You seem to be very enterprising and busy. Fancy locking yourself away to do so much writing. If you went out and enjoyed yourself it might help with your paranoia, but maybe not. You don't seem to be the only one of your age who feels this. Many young people carry weapons unfortunately, when they go out. Maybe we should all watch Johnny Deep in happy movies and have a good laugh. Keep safe.
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dead X serenity on August 3, 2006Thanks for the invite
I'll definately join -
xsuicidaldemonx on August 2, 2006Hello dead X serenity, my name is Dante and I was wondering if you would be intrested in being in our group A Darkened City Of The Morbid Minded? It's home to dark poets and outcasts.
We'd really appreciate it if you join our home of dark souls.
Heres the link to our group:allpoetry.com/group/3126
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Tamaska Forsaken on June 29, 2006merry meet-
ah, inuyasha, wonderful taste, you have the Kyuketsuki Seal of Approveal,
but i like koga too... anyway thanks for the comment and applause!
may your fangs stay ever sharp-
Bella
