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i'm in a pissy mood right now
so i've decided to post
all of my screwy writing-ish stuffs
for you people to point at
and laugh at
mmmk?
What do you See?
As I’m looking in the mirror,
I hear you walking towards me
It’s like a million times before
So I know that you won’t let me be
You put your arms around my waist
And I lean in to hear you
“What do you see?”
Deadened eyes, because you stole
The spark that used to be there
Tight-drawn lips, because you stole
My willingness to care
Hardened stare, because you stole
My belief that everything was fair
I look back at you, with hate in my eyes
Though you don’t seem to see it
All you do is ask again (maybe you can sense my lies)
“What do you see?”
A monster who thinks he’s fooling me
Who thinks that I can’t tell
About all of his other pets
The other girls he’s led to hell
There’s a fire building in your glare
‘Cause I’m not giving you your way
Your question is unanswered still
You think that it’s a game I play
So you say again, hissing now,
“What do you see?”
A gleaming blade of polished steel
Shining in the dark
It’s like an angel thrown from Heaven
And I’m laughing as it meets your heart
My hand falls harder every time
Fueled by all the things you’ve said
And as I turn to leave I hear
A whispered question in my head
What do you see?
I stop and slowly turn to look
Into the crimson mirror
A smile spreads across my face,
And I know it shows no fear
What do you see?
“I see me.”
and then there's the... continuation of that one? i suppose? it's really short; I wrote more to it, but I don't like it very much.
Mirror
I think about you
Then I think about me
And about the way
That we used to be
And I start to think,
As I stare at the mirror,
That your blood really looks good on me.
ok, a random five-line thing that doesn't make an ounce of sense. but i likes it muchly.
The Things that Make You
Blood to fill the heart betrayed
Flesh to shape the love delayed
Bone to build the broken soul
Thought to birth the mind decayed
This is how I make you whole.
credit to FIVE FOR FIGHTING for the first line
i was obsessed with anne rice's books and her vampires for awhile, hence this subject matter... and YES, i KNOW the last two lines are out-of-sync. they're supposed to be. deal with my artistic genius-ness (or rather, lack thereof)
Child Deathling
Child deathling’s coffin
Sitting in the dark
Slows the frantic beating
Of her ghost-limb heart
Child deathling’s victim
In the coffin room
Smell of warm, salty blood
Nearly makes her swoon
Child deathling’s mentor
Watching from afar
Slowly gives the signal
For her feast to start
Child deathling’s triumph
Shows in her black eyes
Blood’s shining on her lips
As deathling’s victim dies.
Ugh. Ok. hideous poem i had to write for english last year. and as we all know, anything written for school absolutely sucks. including this. blargh.
Hype
Pounding music takes you over
A blanket of blaring, beating sounds
It’s taking root inside your mind
It’s the shrieking of a thousand clowns
It doesn’t stop
Or sleep
Or end
Just draws you deep into the trend
Of energy
And insanity
And infinity
And profanity
And living, breathing, beating, being
And racing, rushing, falling, seeing
It’s an addiction
An affliction
A hyper-tension crucifixion
Of your mind.
Whee, I like this one. Hey, all of my poems rhyme. Why do they all rhyme? Strange.
Paranoia
It's all the things you never said,
And what you never meant to say.
It's whispers falling on the breeze,
And things that haunt the fading day.
It's the hand that brushes your neck
And the shadow that stalks you home.
It's the song of murderous minds,
And it's the no one on the phone.
It's the sounds that aren't really there,
And the things underneath your bed.
It's the madman escaped from jail,
And the voices inside your head.
just random crap now. i think the next one repeats the words 'bleeding' 'dying' and 'heart' about a bajillion times each. yay for me.
Here in you I’ve found a friend,
You’ll stand with me until the end.
Can’t you see, though, what I feel?
It makes my head spin, makes me reel.
I bare my soul before you
It’s on battered knees I kneel.
Blood was spilled, and all for you,
Believe me when I say it’s true.
You tore me open, tore me apart.
Placing on a silver platter
My lifeless, bleeding heart.
Mercy for me, mercy be
Look at me until you see
The truth in which you came to me
Burnt and bleeding;
I’m dying now.
Do me one last favor, though
Look at me and tell me how
How you bear to look at me
Dead, torn open, in the snow
My heart, still beating, thrown aside
You did this to me, don’t you know?
Aaaand then my precious little child ^_^ my favorite poem that i've written... and i wrote it in like sixth grade. i still luffs it though.
Fate is Falling
Can you stop it, stop fate from falling?
There are screams; Death is calling
But there's another, sweeter voice;
It's Heaven's cry. You make the choice
Fate is falling; Angels die
They wait for you to break the lie
But darkness holds, fast and steady
It waits to claim you... when you're ready
"What will it be?" both sides are calling
Make quick your choice, for Fate is falling
Will you stop it, stop fate from falling?
There are screams; Death is calling
But there's another, sweeter voice;
It's Heaven's cry. You make the choice.
Fate is falling...
and there you have it. all done. c&c is welcome (even though i no nobody reads this), but i know they're not very good. can't say i care that much, though ^-^ tee hee.
my party thing is tomorrow... i'm gonna die... nice knowing you all... *walks away*
so i've decided to post
all of my screwy writing-ish stuffs
for you people to point at
and laugh at
mmmk?
What do you See?
As I’m looking in the mirror,
I hear you walking towards me
It’s like a million times before
So I know that you won’t let me be
You put your arms around my waist
And I lean in to hear you
“What do you see?”
Deadened eyes, because you stole
The spark that used to be there
Tight-drawn lips, because you stole
My willingness to care
Hardened stare, because you stole
My belief that everything was fair
I look back at you, with hate in my eyes
Though you don’t seem to see it
All you do is ask again (maybe you can sense my lies)
“What do you see?”
A monster who thinks he’s fooling me
Who thinks that I can’t tell
About all of his other pets
The other girls he’s led to hell
There’s a fire building in your glare
‘Cause I’m not giving you your way
Your question is unanswered still
You think that it’s a game I play
So you say again, hissing now,
“What do you see?”
A gleaming blade of polished steel
Shining in the dark
It’s like an angel thrown from Heaven
And I’m laughing as it meets your heart
My hand falls harder every time
Fueled by all the things you’ve said
And as I turn to leave I hear
A whispered question in my head
What do you see?
I stop and slowly turn to look
Into the crimson mirror
A smile spreads across my face,
And I know it shows no fear
What do you see?
“I see me.”
and then there's the... continuation of that one? i suppose? it's really short; I wrote more to it, but I don't like it very much.
Mirror
I think about you
Then I think about me
And about the way
That we used to be
And I start to think,
As I stare at the mirror,
That your blood really looks good on me.
ok, a random five-line thing that doesn't make an ounce of sense. but i likes it muchly.
The Things that Make You
Blood to fill the heart betrayed
Flesh to shape the love delayed
Bone to build the broken soul
Thought to birth the mind decayed
This is how I make you whole.
credit to FIVE FOR FIGHTING for the first line
i was obsessed with anne rice's books and her vampires for awhile, hence this subject matter... and YES, i KNOW the last two lines are out-of-sync. they're supposed to be. deal with my artistic genius-ness (or rather, lack thereof)
Child Deathling
Child deathling’s coffin
Sitting in the dark
Slows the frantic beating
Of her ghost-limb heart
Child deathling’s victim
In the coffin room
Smell of warm, salty blood
Nearly makes her swoon
Child deathling’s mentor
Watching from afar
Slowly gives the signal
For her feast to start
Child deathling’s triumph
Shows in her black eyes
Blood’s shining on her lips
As deathling’s victim dies.
Ugh. Ok. hideous poem i had to write for english last year. and as we all know, anything written for school absolutely sucks. including this. blargh.
Hype
Pounding music takes you over
A blanket of blaring, beating sounds
It’s taking root inside your mind
It’s the shrieking of a thousand clowns
It doesn’t stop
Or sleep
Or end
Just draws you deep into the trend
Of energy
And insanity
And infinity
And profanity
And living, breathing, beating, being
And racing, rushing, falling, seeing
It’s an addiction
An affliction
A hyper-tension crucifixion
Of your mind.
Whee, I like this one. Hey, all of my poems rhyme. Why do they all rhyme? Strange.
Paranoia
It's all the things you never said,
And what you never meant to say.
It's whispers falling on the breeze,
And things that haunt the fading day.
It's the hand that brushes your neck
And the shadow that stalks you home.
It's the song of murderous minds,
And it's the no one on the phone.
It's the sounds that aren't really there,
And the things underneath your bed.
It's the madman escaped from jail,
And the voices inside your head.
just random crap now. i think the next one repeats the words 'bleeding' 'dying' and 'heart' about a bajillion times each. yay for me.
Here in you I’ve found a friend,
You’ll stand with me until the end.
Can’t you see, though, what I feel?
It makes my head spin, makes me reel.
I bare my soul before you
It’s on battered knees I kneel.
Blood was spilled, and all for you,
Believe me when I say it’s true.
You tore me open, tore me apart.
Placing on a silver platter
My lifeless, bleeding heart.
Mercy for me, mercy be
Look at me until you see
The truth in which you came to me
Burnt and bleeding;
I’m dying now.
Do me one last favor, though
Look at me and tell me how
How you bear to look at me
Dead, torn open, in the snow
My heart, still beating, thrown aside
You did this to me, don’t you know?
Aaaand then my precious little child ^_^ my favorite poem that i've written... and i wrote it in like sixth grade. i still luffs it though.
Fate is Falling
Can you stop it, stop fate from falling?
There are screams; Death is calling
But there's another, sweeter voice;
It's Heaven's cry. You make the choice
Fate is falling; Angels die
They wait for you to break the lie
But darkness holds, fast and steady
It waits to claim you... when you're ready
"What will it be?" both sides are calling
Make quick your choice, for Fate is falling
Will you stop it, stop fate from falling?
There are screams; Death is calling
But there's another, sweeter voice;
It's Heaven's cry. You make the choice.
Fate is falling...
and there you have it. all done. c&c is welcome (even though i no nobody reads this), but i know they're not very good. can't say i care that much, though ^-^ tee hee.
my party thing is tomorrow... i'm gonna die... nice knowing you all... *walks away*