Mentalchick13• Show poetry

Hey.. I got a new name haunted dreams so i prolly wont be posting nethany else on this one.. ttyl bye



Hey Hey Hey!! I decided to finnaly change this since its been the same for like uhmm forever!! Ya newayz.. I don't really have much to say I write what i feel. Most of my poems are about depression and things related. I worshit Davey Havok.. i mean uhmm.. hes great. I love AFI!! **Bows down and kisses Davey** hmm i mean.. I like other music too.. My fave bands are
AFI, good Charlotte, The Used, Deftones, Nirvana, Chevelle, vendetta red,the ramones,NOFX, alkaline trio, dashboard confessional,Ataries,Jimmy Eat world Bowling for soup, All american rejects, Less than Jake, Simple Plan, Linkon Park, NFG, MXPX, Strecharm strong,Trapt and a whole lot more than i can't think of right now.

~Just like all i loved I am make believe~ Davey Havok

~Nothing from nowhere i'm no one at all~ Davey Havok

~If you listen listen close beat by beat you can hear when my heart stops i saved the peices when it broke and ground them all to dust~ Davey

~Just like romantic verses, Just like a joyous end Just like a memory it twists me~ Davey

~Walked away heard them say, "Poison hearts will never change." Walked away again~ Davey.. does ne one notice a pattern

~There are no flowers no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines just like the stark words i find I'd show a smile but i'm too weak i'd share with you could i only speak just how much this hurts me~ Davey

~I can't stand my laughter as she cries. My soul brings tears to angelic eyes. And miles away my mother cries. Omnipotence, nurturing malevolence~ Davey

~I've got something up my sleeve that I don't want to show you cause every time I bleed I make a fool of me~ sugarcult

~Its better to burn out then to fade away~ Kurt Cobain **sighs**


Hmm this is my favorite song...  Its a hidden track on Sing the Sorrow by AFI..

We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't for two.
I rode alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the earth like a message.