What a shitty birthday, No one remembers the cursed annaversery of my shitty little birth and even those I reminded dont care.

I'm so fucking spent, I dont even know where to begin, or even if i do start talking. will these words fall on deaf ears? probably. No one even seems to know i exist anymore. all my friends abandoned me, then the friend most dear tried to make it real then wound up spitting in my face... AGAIN. yay, go me, i can go fuck myself for walking ( Read more... )

After faling through the shattered ceiling, the coupple clutched one another, his hands drawing scarlet soul of her pale skin and hers feeling the earth beneath her, so it would not shift and make further noise. He burried his face in the long strands of gold that fitted her head and framed her features. His dry eyes wept in the darkness her body ( Read more... )

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Why do i have a conscious? all it does is fuck with me. It made me do something that was probably the most difficult thing i've ever had to do in my life. I've done it, I told the truth, i ripped my heart out and placed it upon the floor, in it's grave so that the one I call Ke'Chara would no longer be decieved. I ruined all that I hold dear, ( Read more... )

There is so much i want to say. I wish i could scream at the top of my lungs, until my breath fails me and my body falls, pale, limp, naked and lifeless against mother nature's pavement. To shatter the silence that has invaded me until my heart stops and death takes me. There would be no difference anyway, and what little life is left would have ( Read more... )

Your arms reach out of the shadow that is my past and the screeching, scratching nails seek to be plunged into me. The anguish and the blood were welcomed at one point in time. Every little stab of pain was precious to me, for it reminded me that I was alive and that you were clinging to me as we fought through it all, together. It makes me ( Read more... )

They argue and their voices float over me ( Read more... )

Here is the newest poem by me. I'm not srue where it came from or how i feel about it, but it came out when I was asked to write something for Ap English. I pray it doesnt wind up with me in the counsiler's office ( Read more... )

Cultivate your hunger before you idealize ( Read more... )