hahha.. this is like uber shite mann!
but im canny bored likee   so imma do it anyways..
hmm i need to practice anyway for the hole CAs thingy...
meh..what can you do...

It is a monster of Him.
unwanted and unforgiven.
It rots in the depth of hell
waiting, for the time to rip,
claw It's way out
of its mothers womb.

yet.
 through the seering pain
and the thick ( Read more... )

I open my eyes to find darkness. I’m sprawled out on a rough carpet floor. Not able to remember anything. Not of my past or of the present. Not even my name. I allow my arms to freely wonder to my surroundings. Walls. I am trapped. I run my fingertips over the bumpy surface, trying to determine where I am. Nothing is familiar. Nothing makes sense ( Read more... )

a turned and twisted fate
looks back into the eyes of destiny,
remembering all the planned events
and more so, the unplanned.

for the controlling fate,
cannot control 
the empty soul
anymore.

the sweetness of heaven
up against the fires of hell,
unbreack
the heart you once broke,
whilst you rise with the 
grace of a swan,
listening to the music,
the music of my broken heart,
for it plays brocken melodies.
tunes as sweet as heaven themselves
falling and rising through the breath of my soul.
yet failing to capture
the beauty of my suicide,
which will ( Read more... )

okay, someone pleas explain the poem comp, cause i dont understand and i cant download the thing off the site, im confused, help me!

memories twisting into reality,

fake beats of a fake heart

pumping a fake life

into what once was.

memories clashing, becoming one,

becoming one.

beating to a lost pulse,

fading, while becoming clear.

confusing in the mist of

what some would call ‘your mind’?

shadows of past lives,

the forgotten,

coming back to haunt you

yet again.

The ( Read more... )

no ones updated in a while, so imma write sumat random.

pulse booming in the dark
as the dreams of her life
become nightmares.
switching,
light to dark.

ashen'd pearl
black rose.
blood tears
writers' compose.

okays, i cant think or anything else, and plus this is really bad, so ill just leave it.

lost.
forever looking,
forever dreaming
that i would find my way.
too lost to know,
to far gone to care.

looking  for the source,
maybe that could bring me back,
back into what people call the 'real world'.
what is the real world?
a series of unfortunate events
or so it would seem.

walking down the dark winding roads ( Read more... )

The Dead Girl - Melanie Thernstrom

it was like sawdust, the unhappiness: it infiltrated everything, everything was a problem, everything made her cry - school, homework, boyfriends, the future, the lack of the future, fear in general - but it was so hard to sayexactly what the problem was in the  first place.

"Nothing" - Eric Brickwell

There's ( Read more... )