Time is a valuable thing.
At least, that is what I have been told.
But, if it is such a precious thing
Then why do people
Just waste so much of it
As if it were just any other thing?
Entries from April 2003 ↓
The Value of Time
April 28th, 2003 — poetic
Drowned
April 28th, 2003 — poetic
It was just another day.
Hanging out with your friends
Laughing and having a good time,
I’ll always love you dude. x
April 28th, 2003 — poetic
How many of you have been pregnant? And what did you decide to do about it? From what I can gather most users of this site are teenagers, so it couldn’t be simple.
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Something Else
April 28th, 2003 — poetic
I heard you calling out my name last night.
Was it in anger or was it in pain?
I know it sounds like desparation, But it feels like an addiciton
I cant get you out of my world.
Paper
April 28th, 2003 — death
Sitting alone in the darkend room,i wait for him to come and take me away.The things iv done,i wish i could erase them all,and start over,just like a mistake on a piece of paper…some time’s life does seem as simple as paper.
Perry
April 28th, 2003 — death
Perry was sitting on his bed again, thinking of earlier when the
boys at school threatend to beat him up..
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ECHOES
April 28th, 2003 — poetic
ECHOES-PART ONE
There are echoes
Echoes, echoes
When….????
April 28th, 2003 — poetic
(This–this was what i call free flow thoughts. Not actually something worth reading. I just thoroughly enjoyed getting it out.)
When it all comes undone. When the blood dripping down your arms and legs and chest and even your feet isn’t enough to suffice the burning in the pit of your stomach. When the doctors can’t put you on enough pills to keep you comfortably sedated without killing you in the process. Continue reading →
When….????
April 28th, 2003 — death
When it all comes undone. When the blood dripping down your arms and legs and chest and even your feet isn’t enough to suffice the burning in the pit of your stomach. When the doctors can’t put you on enough pills to keep you comfortably sedated without killing you in the process. Continue reading →
Sinner
April 28th, 2003 — poetic
I began construction more than a year ago and I have been struggling down this rocky path, as a beast of burden, for nearly two months. I carry on my back a homemade crucifix, made of the strongest, heaviest wood covered in sheets of metal.
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Behind the Somewhere
April 28th, 2003 — poetic
Somewhere behind all those stars,
Is a reason to live.
An answer, and advice to give.
Somewhere behind all those stars,
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eyeliner floods
April 28th, 2003 — poetic
Repitions of building up you and breaking you down dominate my thoughts
Every aspect of you is over analyzed
The confusion of emotions consumes as your pedestal crumbles
Leaving me lonely and lying on the floor covered in it’s rubble
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Evade
April 28th, 2003 — poetic
Rape my vulnerable disillusioned state again,
Disclose your obvious intentions and carry out this precarious performance,
Your instinctive seduction elapses with perpetual insufficiencies of conscience and compassion,
The friction of the your heated caress lingers as my tolerance is compromised
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Evade
April 28th, 2003 — poetic
Rape my vulnerable disillusioned state again,
Disclose your obvious intentions and carry out this precarious performance,
Your instinctive seduction elapses with perpetual insufficiencies of conscience and compassion,
The friction of the your heated caress lingers as my tolerance is compromised
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please belive me
April 27th, 2003 — poetic
why dont you belive me?
your suposed to be my bestfriend
your suposed to care when im scared and hurt
i tell you im scared of him
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Misery
April 27th, 2003 — poetic
You can grow
You can hate
But you can’t control your faith
Darkest of Hearts
April 27th, 2003 — poetic
A rose offered
with gentle kisses
beneath a tempest,
my hand you take
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Now Alone
April 27th, 2003 — darkness
How do I begin to explain how I feel inside?
The trouble and pain I’ve caused in your mind.
The amount of times you’ve tried.
I throw it back again in lies.
Now alone again in my thoughts
I sit and write of what another day’s brought.
The thoughts of you inside my head,
My broken body upon the bed.
All this talk of love,
These “heavenly words of God above”
They just float by,
Drowned by sorrow,
Another heart and soul I’d like to borrow.
I see your face and smile to myself
This happiness you bring me,
I could never tell.
Through my foolishness you’re fading away
And I’m alone without a friend to try another day.
In my heart, I think I love you
But with the pain that pounds,
these words are untrue
I leave your side
Bottle this thought inside
And face what tomorrow holds.
My Dark Angel
April 27th, 2003 — poetic
Darkangel, your beauty is clear,
Unlike our old master’s and all we see here,
Darkangel, you only I want,
For God is a slave driver and jesus a cunt.. Continue reading →
“Silent Discussion”
April 27th, 2003 — poetic
I looked you in the eye,
the day we first met.
That first time,
so hard to forget. Continue reading →
HATE
April 27th, 2003 — poetic
When the world around you seems to fall,
and u realize you cant take it anymore.
The pain, the hate, the never ending stares,
the questions, the answers, and the ”no one cares”.
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X2C
April 27th, 2003 — poetic
Feeling down
Out on the town
Pop a pill
Waiting still
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Anastasia
April 27th, 2003 — poetic
you were bueatiful inside and out,
you were just like me brave and stout,
you looked like me,
mocha skin, lips so full they could pass for sin,
not only does you beauty lie within.
just a thought to ponder
April 27th, 2003 — gothic
im a younger generation ‘goth/metalhead’, and i suppose going by what i have read on this site that im a subject to ridicule for being a ‘poser’, but i dont see how people can label others as this without even knowing them and getting that small glimpse into their mind and soul.
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>No name yet<
April 27th, 2003 — poetic
Your soul forever burns this life
Toxic fumes of your delight
Pain and torture bring your fear
And death begins to creep so near
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your puppet
April 27th, 2003 — poetic
I Am You puppet. I’m Your Weapon. I’m Your killer. I’m Your murderer. I do what you say, No matter what I Do, I can’t Control myself. Continue reading →
Lily in Winter
April 27th, 2003 — poetic
Faithless and breaking, she suffered
A deadly forest of poison and lies
Hate grows within her weakened heart
Why can’t I die tonight? Continue reading →
Stop with all the damn label talk
April 27th, 2003 — gothic
every time i come on to this site everyone is talking about lables, please just drop it. there are far more important things to life than labels. you can’t stop them so just ignore them. labels will never go away so just drop it, ignore it, whatever it takes, just quite with all the damn label talk already, PLEASE!
help!!!
April 27th, 2003 — gothic
hello,i’m xena..i hope that the whole world can read my message…i need to talk to a gothic guy or a girl..i wanna become a goth and i cant find a way here in my country they’r abused…i need help plz ..contact me..reach to me…
tigger!
April 27th, 2003 — poetic
i dont know why im writing this (probably because its nearly 3am here and i decided not to sleep last night) but i would just like to inform someone (anyone!) Continue reading →
