the teenage mind is an uncharted thing, the secrets we share, the people who betray our trusts, We were out on a monday night, and a friend of mine has trusted her sister until that night. sneeking out, enjoying ourselves alittle too much, not a worry in the world. The next day we thaught we… Continue reading untaimed realities and betraid trusts
Author: whisperz in the dark
well uhh.. im 17 and highly disturbed, thats what every one tells me any way .. well imm planning to post more stuff soon, look me up & give comments thanx.
TASS
What meathod, what dream.
To speak, To hear, To respond on que, To hate socializing, To hate you Why should i talk, participate or even, show emotion Shouldnt i destroy myself, expecially when i know and you know, I HATE YOU !!! From the smallest partical, smallest bit of determination i know, i’ll use. You can try to kill… Continue reading What meathod, what dream.
INTRO: TO NEW POETRY….
In thease pages, you will find Secrets of my knowing secrets of time… In thease pages, you will percieve, minorities thaughts and many dreams. -Forgetful memories, untaimed lies, see that this is more than any mind. Tainted dreams, and taunted lies speak more than it meets the eye. -Forget my lies, you mis-percieve, nothing is… Continue reading INTRO: TO NEW POETRY….
ETURNALLY UNRAVELING.. CONTINUED..
.. on this rock that the “norms”call earth, technology was supposto kill you but instead, you adjusted and gained the power to HATE everything except the adrinaline rush that keeps you killing the “innocents” who think and wish, death would come and drag you to oblivion, to the bottomless pit of darkness from which you… Continue reading ETURNALLY UNRAVELING.. CONTINUED..
june 26 … when this was wrote
this is why i hate me, its why truth dies, this is why i hate this, its why i die inside… i dont need your pity, i dont need to breathe, i dont want your money, youll never believe my fury. ill rather make you bleed… .. im not done but im workin on it… Continue reading june 26 … when this was wrote
no title
what i am typeing, has no name what i type i type in vayne, i type from a memory that has no face, i type for myown pleasure this is my fate what i type now is of no importance i have no intention of impressing you so therefore i am through, through with you,… Continue reading no title
Eturnaly Unraveling
-Internaly your ming breaks as your heart shatters, Remember this… The truth of your existance will allways break through
Death
This is how i hate me This is why truth dies Its why i die inside Death comes easy
Eyes of Mine
Not.. Eyes that stare but dont stare back,….. Eyes that have a green-blue glow but do not shine. Eyes that see but do not stare, Eyes that see eye to eye
The Others The Others
Those who only see the opposit of reality, those whose speech is only mindlessness…… are those who be the first to die, Those so called individuals who are merely clones, will be distroyed by an undieing force of hatred that they merely made from their aditeudes,