In this life of mine I may look fine But i am fucked up in the mind I’m just waiting for my time The clock stops, game over Thats what i’m waiting for Someoen hurry up and close the door I don’t want to live no more So much hate, so much anger What the… Continue reading My Life (poem)
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My Deceit
Have you ever had the feeling that you are alone? Alone with no one to turn to for help? Nobody you can trust. Nobody that cares? These are the thoughts that go through my mind time and time again. These thoughts hurt, but these thought are apparent in my life. All alone in my room,… Continue reading My Deceit
The Art ::poetry::
Drop by drop My life escapes… Drop by drop… Tears from my soul Drops of life.. Tick tock The clock couting down Thump thump The beating heart slowgin down Drip drop Tick tock Thump thump Only i hear these sounds… Only i feel this pain.. Only i know how to end it… Tick tock The… Continue reading The Art ::poetry::
The Clock strikes 12
The silver blade slips from my hand as the clock in my room strikes 12 A stream of red rolls down my arm 4 glistening red drops of the liqiud falls to my tile floor Tears start to roll down my cheeks I have just grasped the reality of what I have done I am… Continue reading The Clock strikes 12
‘Time is Ending’
I lay here plunged into complete darkness. Listening as the clock ticks away. Not long left now. I think: Everything is still. I can feel my heart beating as I listen. Enjoying the last minutes of peace. Footsteps pace close by, not knowing where to go. Pictures go through my head again and again. I… Continue reading ‘Time is Ending’
Blood Dripping Roses Prologue
Blood Dripping Roses Prologue Ebony Millers sat in her 8th period class. The last class of the year. And finally, the school year would be over in…Ebony looked up at the clock…in 5 minutes. She tapped her on her desk she waited for the last bell. “Ebony, what are you so antsy for?” Ebony looked… Continue reading Blood Dripping Roses Prologue
It’s not what it seems to be.
No matter what you do, nothing comes out perfect. Everything you try, people criticize, it’s just not worth it. Everynight, that beautiful girl, sits in her bedroom. She see’s no purpose in life, all she can do is painfully cry. You thought she was perfect, everyone thought she was worth it. People judge, they think… Continue reading It’s not what it seems to be.
Last Breathe
The silver blade slips from my hand as the clock in my hallway strikes 12 A stream of red rolls down my arm 4 glistening red drops of the liqiud falls to my tile floor Tears start to roll down my cheeks I have just grasped the reality of what I have done I am… Continue reading Last Breathe
Time
Do you often long for the times of yesterday, and when yesterday comes around, it’s really tomorrow you get? 12:05 a.m. and the clock isn’t taking us anywhere but back again. But back again isn’t here, it’s really half past two…
Deadly Apologies VIII
VIII – Toby and Organto made direct eye contact, and there eyes dilated. “We should get some sleep, we can talk more tommorow. Thank you for cleaning me up… Organto.” “My pleasure, have a good sleep” Organto said.