I'll never want you, But I want to be with you
I don't want to love you, I want you to love me too
What you have is purity
I'm sick of depravity
People going on day by day
Taking every sacred fucking thing away
Aren't you sick of it?
Aren't you done with it?
I want something sacred
I want it with you
I want to prove once and for all
That love isn't the bloodsport
And there is a heaven afterall
In a sacred love between two
In the life I want to live with you.
Gentle is the Pirate Aether Wind
Stealing Compassion
For Sober+ Contemplation
Then in the void of silence
An angry Whisper, echo
Then Catacaphones onto itself
Till it's a roaring SEA of hate
Deaf become the ears
And Death becomes the head
Till it falls silent again, Dumb
Outcast to the wasteland
Others would call it despair
Throwing tiny rocks at IT
The Cricket who would disrupt
Silence eternal, chirping song
Ready to return one day
Hands full of rocks to throw
And cynical sarcasm to deftly
But not jokingly wield
To tear down the social walls
To Pick them apart for everyone
So every ONE can see the tattered
That poor fab
Random Morbid Poem Experiment by ashiro, literature
Literature
Random Morbid Poem Experiment
The cold moon rose in the still night sky
No stars shined in that still night sky
The faces around aghast in an eternal moan
The forever dead living, feeding under the moon
Blood was spilt, and the moon rose red
Tears were shed as the sun came aain
Laying out before the world horrors untold
Showing shocked faces carnage untold
But known in so many minds, imprinted
Images left forever, nightmares to reaccur
While the living slept in fear
And the eternal dead fed awake
Alone in a dark room
Heart pounding hard in my throat
Can't keep from worrying
Can't keep from dreading
Nervous
Tired
Drowning
Dead
Hoping
Desire
I feel sick
Keep this feeling away
Can't help it
Needing again
Desire to be with you again
Afraid of life
Afraid of asking
Are you still with me?
Or am I alone?
Fear
Loathing
Myself the target
I need to quit this
Help me
Save me
You promised me a chance
Needing again
Bleeding again
Choking on my heart
Drowned in desire
Don't hurt me
I can't defend myself
I don't want to fight
I want to submit
Give me that chance
Unless you'll kill me again
I've been killed over an
The nice guy. The one foretold to finish last. The one used and abused by the world but too stuborn to change his ways. Or maybe just incapable of it. Kind. Gentle. Caring. Misunderstood. Hurting. Searching for the final end to pain. Idealist. Criticized. Ridiculed. Hated. The nice guy. Psychologically bent onto self loathing. Nothing to be proud of, always in the wrong. Torn. Ignored. Paranoid. The nice guy. Warped. Altered. Wise. Always a fool. Unbegrudging. The Romantic Bleeding Heart. A nutcase. Different. Wanting. Alone. I can't pretend to be what I'm not. I may be an actor, but I can't act forever. Go, race to your finish lines. Go and
I am just a whore to my own self pitty
I dwell in my lingering darkness
Because in that darkness is all I've ever known
Someone come and drag me out
Tear me up, fix me again
Stitch me, tie me, bind me to yourself
Someone take pitty on this broken soul
This one who knows not what to do
With life, with thoughts, with friends so dear
Watch me as I cry this dust dry tears
Everyday, I fear I fear
Alone everyday, Alone I fear
Half a minute ticks on buy
My eye twitches
Half an hour ticks on by
My eye twitches
Half a second ticks on by
My eye twtiches
Half my life flashes by
My eye twitches
The effects of boredom
Different for everyone
Boredom still lurks
Like a silent slayer
Like a killing prayer
Boredom sneaks up on you
Some solve it with a knife
Some solve it with a needle
I solve it by thinking
But thinking gets me into trouble
Some kill boredom by killing themselves
Some commit genocide of a thousand white sperm
I solve it by thinking
And thinking gets me into trouble
Some solve it with delusions
Some solve it with food
I solve it by thi
Something beautiful
Beautiful like a dew covered rose
Sparkling in the sun light
Or at night in the moonlight
Smooth like a cat
With every move of grace
Hidden in shade
Shadows embrace
England cries with your tears
It cringes with your fears
Follow the Mother
Worship the goddess
The Earth feels your pain
Let nautre love you again
Mook- Mook is the all around word for good things.. similar to Woot, Cool, Sweet, Tight, Hard, but can also be used as a greetings.
Moot- The exact oppisite of Mook. Moot can replace any and all cusswords in any situation, can be used as an adjective, and goes rather well with the all time favorite phrase of mine, "What the moot?". If an er is added onto the end, making it Mooter, it can be used as an insult for when there is no words to describe the true foul'ness of the person, place, thing, or idea being made fun of.
Being alone does nothing for me but makes me hate myself
Being bored all the time just makes me sad
I have to fill the other half of me soon
Or it will finally slip away from me
I have to break the cycles, I have to get away
Staying in this place in life just keeps hurting me
I have to find my other half soon
Or this half I have will slip and fall
Away from my life, away from my mind
In a pit of paranoid delusion, I will fall
I need to step away to find, I need to find
Please someone hear my desperate cries
I don't want these scars, take them away
Make me whole again, help me heal
I can't survive on my own
I can't always live o
Something beautiful
Beautiful like a dew covered rose
Sparkling in the sun light
Or at night in the moonlight
Smooth like a cat
With every move of grace
Hidden in shade
Shadows embrace
England cries with your tears
It cringes with your fears
Follow the Mother
Worship the goddess
The Earth feels your pain
Let nautre love you again
Half a minute ticks on buy
My eye twitches
Half an hour ticks on by
My eye twitches
Half a second ticks on by
My eye twtiches
Half my life flashes by
My eye twitches
The effects of boredom
Different for everyone
Boredom still lurks
Like a silent slayer
Like a killing prayer
Boredom sneaks up on you
Some solve it with a knife
Some solve it with a needle
I solve it by thinking
But thinking gets me into trouble
Some kill boredom by killing themselves
Some commit genocide of a thousand white sperm
I solve it by thinking
And thinking gets me into trouble
Some solve it with delusions
Some solve it with food
I solve it by thi
I am just a whore to my own self pitty
I dwell in my lingering darkness
Because in that darkness is all I've ever known
Someone come and drag me out
Tear me up, fix me again
Stitch me, tie me, bind me to yourself
Someone take pitty on this broken soul
This one who knows not what to do
With life, with thoughts, with friends so dear
Watch me as I cry this dust dry tears
Everyday, I fear I fear
Alone everyday, Alone I fear
I'm going to start posting on here again. Poems, thoughts, things I want the world to see, but to keep away from the public around me. Make sense? Here, no one can hurt me for what I say. Nothing can come back at me. It's private but open to all.
--The Lucky Seven Quiz--
Seven things that scare you:
1. myself
2. loneliness
3. some of the customers at wal-mart
4. hate
5. Our country and who it chooses for leaders
6. Being rejected by my friends v.v
7. Being yelled at
Seven things you like the most:
1. Esoteric clothing! (shirts that say things only me and a few others would understand)
2. Fantasy related stuff
3. Sci-Fi related stuff
4. Anime
5. Music
6. Friends
7. Any mix of the above
Seven important things in your house:
1. My computer
2. My clothes
3. My stereo
4. My anime
5. My Family(of which I count Carlos a part of)
6. My music
7. My magic cards
Seven ra