Crimson Deceptions (the unreleased collection)
By ShInE45DoWn on September 5th 2008, evening time.on topic Fuck!
Of all the suicidal seconds where inhaled are lies and exhaled is my demise;
I don't hold back because I'm so strong.
I hold back because if I began, I wouldn't stop.
Pausing only to remember your love of my skin, unbroken.
Your love...
The love that exists all the time-
[Existing in a crisis; Evelyn, I know you lied but I'm telling you I'm alive for the first time & I'm begging you to die painfully.]
Can't stop writing.
-The love that never loses precedence over the bottle. [The bottle is waiting, the cap is twisted; begging to be used. And so are you.]
You plead with your whole heart that I love you.
You know with everything you are that I do.
You love with every ounce of your being...
And with that times every number that ever was and ever will be, I will perfect myself.
I will love you with a purity that you will not be able to find a single thing to exhale but happiness.
And we will dance along this porcelain that so often claimed me.
And Hamlet's whore will vanish;
cease will the torrential screams at inanimate objects to please leave me, my soUL MY MIND GO AWAY.
These withdrawals from this addiction will vanish, in their place we will find peace.
I don't hold back because I'm so strong.
I hold back because if I began, I wouldn't stop.
Pausing only to remember your love of my skin, unbroken.
Your love...
The love that exists all the time-
[Existing in a crisis; Evelyn, I know you lied but I'm telling you I'm alive for the first time & I'm begging you to die painfully.]
Can't stop writing.
-The love that never loses precedence over the bottle. [The bottle is waiting, the cap is twisted; begging to be used. And so are you.]
You plead with your whole heart that I love you.
You know with everything you are that I do.
You love with every ounce of your being...
And with that times every number that ever was and ever will be, I will perfect myself.
I will love you with a purity that you will not be able to find a single thing to exhale but happiness.
And we will dance along this porcelain that so often claimed me.
And Hamlet's whore will vanish;
cease will the torrential screams at inanimate objects to please leave me, my soUL MY MIND GO AWAY.
These withdrawals from this addiction will vanish, in their place we will find peace.
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Believe
By EmeraldOblivion on September 5th 2008, early evening.on topic Silver kiss
How
how
how do they belive
my excuses.
What
what
what do I even say
any more?
Now
now
now they've stopped
caring.
But
but
but that hasn't stopped
the pain.
Who
who
who believes
I tripped
or
or
or I dropped
a bottle
or
or
or I ran into
a tree.
I
I
I just keep on living
while they
stop
stop
stop questioning my thin
excuses.
how
how do they belive
my excuses.
What
what
what do I even say
any more?
Now
now
now they've stopped
caring.
But
but
but that hasn't stopped
the pain.
Who
who
who believes
I tripped
or
or
or I dropped
a bottle
or
or
or I ran into
a tree.
I
I
I just keep on living
while they
stop
stop
stop questioning my thin
excuses.
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By xoxstormxox on September 5th 2008, late afternoon.
on topic I wanna write you name into my flesh
on topic I wanna write you name into my flesh
I wanna write your name into my flesh, I love you to much to forget you when your gone, so hear me now and take it in. I'm gonna write your name in my flesh, in my flesh, in my flesh, in my flesh.
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I wish i was a baby
By Tammy on September 5th 2008, mid-afternoon.on topic dreams in life
I wish I was a baby who is innocent, not a girl who is always wrong
I wish I was a baby who understands nothing, not a girl who understands a lot.
I wish I was a baby who would be cuddled when she cries, not a girl who is envied all the time.
I wish I was a baby who doesn’t understand what death means, not a girl who already wishes to die all the time.
I wish I was a baby who is not blamed when she does something wrong, not a girl who is called guilty.
I wish I was a baby who doesn’t need effort to do something, not a girl who needs her effort and support by her own.
I wish I was a baby who cries all the time and no one asks her why, not a girl whose misery talks to people through her eyes.
I wish I was a baby who makes people afraid when she screams, not a girl who lets people scream when she has a fear.
I wish I was a baby who can easily get convinced, not a girl who is complicatedly changed.
I wish I was a baby who doesn’t know the meaning of love, not a girl who suffers from love.
I wish I was a baby who never feels the loss, not a girl who loses her faith in life day by day.
I wish I was a baby who is always considered beautiful, not a girl who’s watched by her personality.
I wish I was a baby who makes people happy when she first smiles, not a girl who brings misery when she smiles.
I wish I was a baby who is always forgiven, not a girl who needs to keep on apologising to get what she needs.
I wish I was a baby who might run away, when the world turns upside down, not a girl who no one cares about.
I wish I was a baby who never feels the time, not a girl who counts seconds at least to feel happy.
I wish I was a baby who wherever she goes is loved, not a girl who has to improve herself to be admired.
I wish I was a baby who was growing up without knowing the meaning of loneliness, not a girl whose loneliness is growing up in her head.
I wish I was a baby who would never make a mistake, not a girl whose life is a mistake.
I wish I was a baby who never suffers from life’s burdens, not a girl who’s carrying her life as a burden with her knife in her hand, wishing that she’d kill herself one day.
I wish I was a baby whose mother would feed her, not a girl eats wrong stuff from her actions.
I wish I was a girl who already is a baby…
I wish I was a baby who understands nothing, not a girl who understands a lot.
I wish I was a baby who would be cuddled when she cries, not a girl who is envied all the time.
I wish I was a baby who doesn’t understand what death means, not a girl who already wishes to die all the time.
I wish I was a baby who is not blamed when she does something wrong, not a girl who is called guilty.
I wish I was a baby who doesn’t need effort to do something, not a girl who needs her effort and support by her own.
I wish I was a baby who cries all the time and no one asks her why, not a girl whose misery talks to people through her eyes.
I wish I was a baby who makes people afraid when she screams, not a girl who lets people scream when she has a fear.
I wish I was a baby who can easily get convinced, not a girl who is complicatedly changed.
I wish I was a baby who doesn’t know the meaning of love, not a girl who suffers from love.
I wish I was a baby who never feels the loss, not a girl who loses her faith in life day by day.
I wish I was a baby who is always considered beautiful, not a girl who’s watched by her personality.
I wish I was a baby who makes people happy when she first smiles, not a girl who brings misery when she smiles.
I wish I was a baby who is always forgiven, not a girl who needs to keep on apologising to get what she needs.
I wish I was a baby who might run away, when the world turns upside down, not a girl who no one cares about.
I wish I was a baby who never feels the time, not a girl who counts seconds at least to feel happy.
I wish I was a baby who wherever she goes is loved, not a girl who has to improve herself to be admired.
I wish I was a baby who was growing up without knowing the meaning of loneliness, not a girl whose loneliness is growing up in her head.
I wish I was a baby who would never make a mistake, not a girl whose life is a mistake.
I wish I was a baby who never suffers from life’s burdens, not a girl who’s carrying her life as a burden with her knife in her hand, wishing that she’d kill herself one day.
I wish I was a baby whose mother would feed her, not a girl eats wrong stuff from her actions.
I wish I was a girl who already is a baby…
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what relity
By doodlebug on September 5th 2008, lunch time.on topic Solid things, things we passby everyday
solid things we pass by every day may not be solid after we have passed, soliditty may need man to see it for it to be solid which means the only reality is what is in front of you, or to the side but in your vision. that which is behind you has ceased to exist. maybe there is a degree of reality to what is in front of you. that which is furthest away is only a picture, which becomes real as you get to it., so the only things which really exist are the ones that you can actually toch. take this to an airo plane for example. the seat you are sitting on is real, the ones next to you are real. anything out of arms reach is only pictured waiting to become real, that which is behind you does not exist unless you turn round to touch or see it. if this is true of people we are in for some shocks. does everybody's reality impinge on others , as a reality making a mosaic of realities through which we walk. if other peoples realities are not real to me is it possible for me to walk out of my world. if i shut my eyes the only real part of my worldis where my feet are, but as my feet swing forward the next piece of my world becomes real. i hope, if not i can leave my world, people have said as much before, or rather that i am not in the real world .they must mean there rael world not mine.
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Fuck You!
By DarkendAngel on September 5th 2008, late morning.on topic Fuck!
Fuck you if you don't like me
I never said i was perfect
Don't blame me if your unhappy
It's nothing I can detect
Fuck you if I'm to blame
It's your fault by the way
You should bow your head in shame
Your sex sucks, if I may say
Fuck you is all I have to say
I never said I was great
You can go ahead and be that way
It must have just be fate
I never said i was perfect
Don't blame me if your unhappy
It's nothing I can detect
Fuck you if I'm to blame
It's your fault by the way
You should bow your head in shame
Your sex sucks, if I may say
Fuck you is all I have to say
I never said I was great
You can go ahead and be that way
It must have just be fate
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Hatred, Emotions, How I feel put down in "I hate, like, etc"
By Hopeless Romantic 08 on September 5th 2008, early morning.on topic Feel - Don't think
I hate everything
I dislike my love life
I feel like crap
I am happy living with my dad
I hate my real mom
I want more friends, I feel the need to talk
I hate being shy around girls
I want more to life than just school and rules
Im more frustrated at listening to everyone talk than doing things
I want to do more things with my life
I Want to kill someone
I want to become part of the army
I want to be able to use a weapon
I want to know more about martial arts
I love a girl named danielle
I want more demonic music
I want more expressive music
I feel trapt I feel like everything is useless
I feel like theres blood on my hands when someone gets hurt
Hatred among humans is normal
Dislike for everything is what I feel
My love life is like a sink, everything and everyone drains me...
It feels as if god has left me
Nothing is working out except my grades are about an F
I dont have many friends I feel I can trust
Does anyone really have my back?
Does my mom really love me?
Why do I not feel secure where I am in life?
I hate being my weight
I hate listening to these teachers talk crap they dont even follow
I hate people who pretend to be my friend
I want to kill a few people in my school
Not everything I say is sarcastic.. just most of my replies when in school
Im not always mad when people talk to me and think I am
Im not always upset
Its hard for me to talk about how I am
I'm not able to express myself except through acts of agression, violence, and creative writing
I feel as if the world is resting on my shoulders
I feel like everyone's judging me
Like everyone hates me
It feels like nothing is ever going to go my way
I WANT a job
I DONT like sitting at home with nothing to do
my xbox 360 got boring after a while
Writing feels like something I may be good at
Im tired of people telling me what to do
I am sick of listening to my stepmom when she isnt going to go through with something
I am sick of feeling the way I do
I wish my real mom would hurry up and die
I HATE my real mom
I hate the fact that Im bi-polar
I feel like Im going to fall apart
I hate being over emotional
I hate My school
I hate the fact that everyone puts all the work on me
It feels like I cant trust anyone
I feel like my real friends are beginning to fade on me
I hate how everyone opens up to me but doesnt let me do so to them
I hate the fact that No one tends to me even after I have given them all of my time
I am NOT selfish except when I feel that I deserve something
I Do everything in my power to please everyone because I enjoy the looks on their faces
I cant help but to flirt and like all these girls
I tend to want what I cant have
I tend to like those I cannot date
Not getting what I want feels better than getting everything that I want
Without rules I feel free but without rules I feel lost aswell...
I dislike my love life
I feel like crap
I am happy living with my dad
I hate my real mom
I want more friends, I feel the need to talk
I hate being shy around girls
I want more to life than just school and rules
Im more frustrated at listening to everyone talk than doing things
I want to do more things with my life
I Want to kill someone
I want to become part of the army
I want to be able to use a weapon
I want to know more about martial arts
I love a girl named danielle
I want more demonic music
I want more expressive music
I feel trapt I feel like everything is useless
I feel like theres blood on my hands when someone gets hurt
Hatred among humans is normal
Dislike for everything is what I feel
My love life is like a sink, everything and everyone drains me...
It feels as if god has left me
Nothing is working out except my grades are about an F
I dont have many friends I feel I can trust
Does anyone really have my back?
Does my mom really love me?
Why do I not feel secure where I am in life?
I hate being my weight
I hate listening to these teachers talk crap they dont even follow
I hate people who pretend to be my friend
I want to kill a few people in my school
Not everything I say is sarcastic.. just most of my replies when in school
Im not always mad when people talk to me and think I am
Im not always upset
Its hard for me to talk about how I am
I'm not able to express myself except through acts of agression, violence, and creative writing
I feel as if the world is resting on my shoulders
I feel like everyone's judging me
Like everyone hates me
It feels like nothing is ever going to go my way
I WANT a job
I DONT like sitting at home with nothing to do
my xbox 360 got boring after a while
Writing feels like something I may be good at
Im tired of people telling me what to do
I am sick of listening to my stepmom when she isnt going to go through with something
I am sick of feeling the way I do
I wish my real mom would hurry up and die
I HATE my real mom
I hate the fact that Im bi-polar
I feel like Im going to fall apart
I hate being over emotional
I hate My school
I hate the fact that everyone puts all the work on me
It feels like I cant trust anyone
I feel like my real friends are beginning to fade on me
I hate how everyone opens up to me but doesnt let me do so to them
I hate the fact that No one tends to me even after I have given them all of my time
I am NOT selfish except when I feel that I deserve something
I Do everything in my power to please everyone because I enjoy the looks on their faces
I cant help but to flirt and like all these girls
I tend to want what I cant have
I tend to like those I cannot date
Not getting what I want feels better than getting everything that I want
Without rules I feel free but without rules I feel lost aswell...
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By Scott
By Cherry.Scented on September 5th 2008, early morning.on topic Dead Poet
"my art is my life"
the last words scrawled on the bottom of the page
his hand falls to his side, crimson stains on his sleve
how ironic it is that his art is his life, yet it was his art that ended it
he will be missed by few but remembered by many
not as the poet that he was
but as the shadow of a person that he had become
the last words scrawled on the bottom of the page
his hand falls to his side, crimson stains on his sleve
how ironic it is that his art is his life, yet it was his art that ended it
he will be missed by few but remembered by many
not as the poet that he was
but as the shadow of a person that he had become
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forgiveneess
By Isybou on September 4th 2008, late evening.on topic Forgiveness
forgivness is not a word i know
poeple never forget the things that ive done.
ive done a lot of things that im not proud of
but that made me grow a little bit more
im not in juvy; pregnant or dead
though i never felt i should say sorry.
not untill the day i met you
now i tell you im sorry for me
for the way i am and the way that i act.
ive done tings to hurt you but not on perpose
i was thinking of me and not of us
you make me happy but you make me sad
some of the things ive done you should be mad
but you still trust me and that why im scared.
poeple never forget the things that ive done.
ive done a lot of things that im not proud of
but that made me grow a little bit more
im not in juvy; pregnant or dead
though i never felt i should say sorry.
not untill the day i met you
now i tell you im sorry for me
for the way i am and the way that i act.
ive done tings to hurt you but not on perpose
i was thinking of me and not of us
you make me happy but you make me sad
some of the things ive done you should be mad
but you still trust me and that why im scared.
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changing
By Brudegal on September 4th 2008, evening time.on topic changing
i feel kind of like i want things to stop changing but change is supposed to be a good thing its a natural process in lifeng is like everything is supposed to change sooner or later. but im like stuck in a stationary mode. it seem like as all the other things around me evolve for the better, im the only one that is the same and will always be that way. im mean like my friends have all changed in some way or another and i am still stuck on memory im mean they may not have changed for the better but at least they can say that they are different but maybe stayin the same is not so bad after all maybe they need to try to be a little less different and stay the same cause in the end things usually come back to what is familiar
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