November 2011
2 posts
March 2011
5 posts
February 2011
1 post
July 2010
1 post
the questions
the lyrics and lines
get twisted with time
as the veins of deceit
wrap around my eyes
separating love from life
and life from reality
with truth walking alone
in a nightmare of smiles
begging to answer
the questions written
in your tears.
June 2010
8 posts
the new dorian
as i lay dying tonight
in the remains of our love
as pretty as a raw scar
i see you for what you are
the turning point for my soul
the happiness you stole
with poisonous lips and dangerous
hips that controlled the fate
of a heart to full of love
so sure of a happy ending
instead at the end of the aisle
i find the grey portrait staring
with withered and beaten eyes
racked with an...
im a nightmare
do your worst cause im a nightmare
built of wings fangs and thorns
ill rip your pretty facade to shreds
and feed on the fear loaded tears
no baby dont wake from this
for reality will be much happier
and you deserve no quarter
a mind for a heart seems fair
so ill leave you with a smile
and hope that your sanity shatters
with the morning light. love
its pretty to say and uglier to
feel
empty
blinded by pain
numbed by heartache
fueled by fear
crippled by love
strangled by hope
abandoned by you
empty
reality
the flame has come and gone
with dreams buried by tears
formed from the words of a broken
heart dreaming of a life of light
bathing in a joy so deep and true
that the stars dim in honor
of its glorious power to heal
all the wounds that humanity
has suffered at the hands of
those cherished and loved
by the very heart that
they seek to strangle all
life and warmth out of
for me the...
theunalignedone
violent-femme:
Thanks for the follow! I really admire your poetry.
you are very welcome and thank you for the compliment!
never let it out.: why have labels? they are so... →
I’m SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic
I’m EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I’m BLACK so I MUST carry a gun.
I’m BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz.
I’m HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.
I’m ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.
I’m JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I’m a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I’m GAY, so I MUST…
May 2010
1 post
the kiss.
her eyes held the promise of eternity
as she wrapped me in arms of lies
and lowered me to the cold bottom
of a grave most welcoming.
her kiss fulfilled the promise
that her eyes so painfully gave
as she pulled me out
of the suffocating light.
her blood bore me to a bright
and invigorating darkness
as my mind came crashing to
the floor of sanity.
her lips feed the words that
brought me...
March 2010
4 posts
random lines while in class
im bleeding the melodies
and living the songs
forcing the rhymes
and losing the meaning
walking out of step
and falling in line
speaking fruitless words
and hearing silence in return
Night
It’s strange that the biggest source of comfort in my life is the night. It’s in the darkness that I can get away from my mind, dive into my heart and wrap myself in my very essence. It’s a small break from reality in which I can capture moments and relish them as if they were the most beloved of memories. Oddly enough it’s among the stars that I have found friends and lost...
the nameless
so you felt the beat
and you heard the rhymes
you listened to the message
and you took some time
but youre just as lost
as you were before
with more questions
than there are answers
this is what happens
when you open your eyes
and see the forgotten
the silent ones
ive got a soul to squeez
and lyrics to breathe
rhyme thatll blow your mind
with beats that have no sound
ive got a message thatll spread
like a diseased air wave
to burn down the white walls
and free the minds of the blind
give me your ears
and ill show you
LIBERATION.
January 2010
1 post
Saved
It broke with a happy sound
Tears leaping to the ground
Dancing in gentle waves
For heartache always saves
December 2009
49 posts
I wish I could repaint my room.
charmyourwayout:
I want it to be like yellow or red or something bold.
But I can’t.
if you cant paint the room then buy artwork that fits your style and cover your walls. my landlord doesnt let us paint either so we took this route instead….
charmyourwayout:
etherealism:
Should I paint my room blue or yellow?
Yellow if you want it to seem bigger and blue if you want dramatic effect or s/t I think.
what shades are we talking?
.....
weve got a chance
lets take it
shoot for the stars
we wont break it
pour your warmth in me
let me love it
give me all youve got
were gonna make it
give me back my breath
you stole it
heart pt 2
beating every second just for you
bleeding with every word you say
hurting with every moment you waste
mistaking the look in your eyes
loving the touch of your skin
yearning to hear three words
waiting for you to love me
hoping it will happen soon
missing feeling wanted
calling out your name
crying bitter tears
whispering i hate you
everything my heart does
it does for you.
no better way
“I am Jack’s raging bile duct” —— Fight Club
no better way to start a weekend
heart pt 1
beating
bleeding
hurting
mistaking
loving
yearning
waiting
hoping
missing
calling
crying
whispering
everything my heart does
it does for you.
beauty
to speak of your beauty
would surely be a crime
for there are no words nor rhyme
that could ever do it justice
if i had but one hour to live
i would spend it with you
for a second is eternity come true
when those eyes are for me
even as my pen fails me
i hope my hearts intentions show
so that our spark will grow
for i am wholly yours
???
should i listen to my heart
and hope for the best
or withdraw and be a cynic
just like the rest
a few random lines
its hard to believe im at this fork again
at the tip of a love just waiting to begin
youve given me back what i though was lost
but if this fails it could be the ultimate cost
Crimson Tears
The pain is embedded in my soul It’s what drives me and makes me whole Seeing red i had no fears Thinking of you i shed crimson tears I lost my heart and sold my...
epic fail
yeah nevermind on that calling it a night thing. so im really craving some oreos and odly enough id really like to watch a movie too. i love these random burst of energy at 1 in the am. ive got a few lines floating around so theres a chance for a new poem. most of my poems start off that way. ill be doing something, usually completely random, and it sparks a line and that connnects with an emotion...
im going to attempt to goto work..
(via girlsgotafacelikemurder)
boooooooooooooooo!!!!!!