(Poetic) The sweet scent of longing lingers on your skin as I run my fingers up your biceps, intricately placing my hands at your shoulders. With a smile, you place a death grip at my waist. Kicking out your leg, we begin a waltz and I follow your lead, just like a ragdoll, with my… Continue reading Ragdoll
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Can you hear the angels cry?
Can you hear the angels cry Watching people Watch them die Cry to heaven No reply Why is this a surprise? Screaming crying in a crowd No one turns and no one frowns Watching waiting no reply I guess I’ll have to wait until I die… Fallen broken here I stand Most is tasteless All… Continue reading Can you hear the angels cry?
hellraiser
hopes and dreams,a fucked up team that makes me scream out hatred! shout out loud,into this crowd i’m only here for hatred! take this noise and hear my voice i feed upon your hatred! crippled lies and hollow cries, my life is based on hatred live this scent’ what i intend, for good old solemn… Continue reading hellraiser
Is the change because of age or because my opinions are have run their course?
i am experienceing a change in how i see people around me which is odd and hard to put into words. i’ve made this poem and was wondering if anyone can fathom it and if they feel the same sometimes I feel dislocated now Removed from the beauty of my home, from the lives of… Continue reading Is the change because of age or because my opinions are have run their course?
Death
Do you really want to know what I think of magic? Do you? Well, it is not a tastefull answer, considering you might think me to be a practitioner of such. You see, when I was young Jesus or Christ whatever you want to call him let me down. The more I tried to believe… Continue reading Death
Being An Outcast
I have been an outcast my entire and unlike a lot you, I have not enjoyed being different. I had a terrible inferiority complex because I believed the lies of those little bastards and I learned to hate myself. In school I was the guy nobody talked to or even looked at for that matter.… Continue reading Being An Outcast
In The Streets
poetic You layed out my coffin that day Praise the lie While the ringing continued Help strenghthen this vile Yes the streets are dead Everyday I walked through this crowd Everyday I cried And since when did you care? Only when it replied And now in the streets you fly Among the crowd I died… Continue reading In The Streets
Street of life
Me on a crowded street Alone Screaming but they can’t hear me Waving but they don’t notice me They are happy together Everyone Maybe except another person Who screams and waves I’m not as the crowd But I can’t see her also She’s hidden between all those people I think I could hear her I… Continue reading Street of life
Mind Lost And Broken
I hear the voice inside of my head, giving me reasons for why I feel dead, I have all the answers, for everyone else, But I just find nothing, when I look to myself,
Living Life or Death….Chapter 2
Rayn stood still as the man walked out. Daisy seemed to peer over the crowd and walked towards him. She stood just inches from im, smiling. He just walked right past her. “Did you just see that?! He ignored her!” The crowd began to murmer as the stranger walked into the school.