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Tortured GirlIn the deep dark forest.
Cries and screams
are all that can be heard.
Hush my girl
I know what's best.
Like a caged bird,
trapped forever more.
Your beautiful white dress
is stained with blood.
You run and run,
but all you find is a closed door.
Your tears have started a flood.
at every turn.
They cheer and clap at your pain.
The flame it burns you.
Your body is bounded by chains.
You are a tortured girl,
longing to see your true love again.
They say you have a evil soul.
They think your love for him was a sin.
But your love for him made your heart whole once again....
DreamsI have seen you in my dreams.
Your voice is so soft.
I drew a picture of you.
It's like we knew each other in past life's.
And when I see the night time sky I see you.
and you're always in my dreams.
I wonder am I in your dreams?
Nothing's changed except me and the facts
And the happiness I didn't mean to start
But it seems that I am way to smart
Its right but I can't still see it
Yet the fire burns in me
So u can see that evil in me
Even though it's time to play
We said hey and good day.
Not hurt--not allowed to feel hurt by that
But you see that we love you in fact
The evil doesn't burn any more
And for the first time I understand what I want
So I can prove u wrong in this world
For you to see the evil doesn't burn any more
No, not hurt, because what could scar is a part
For I didn't touch you that hard for the scar
The scar will stay there f
Deadly RoomDing the clock strikes midnight.
Check under your beds,
check in your closets
Make sure your toys are in
a large circle to protect you.
The monsters will get naughty
little children in their sleep.
Ones who don't misbehave
and don't listen.
Stay as quiet as a mouse.
When you walk on your floor.
Your room is not the safest place.
It's full of secrets and fears.
A place where monsters lurk and creep.
the blood red moon
shines through your window.
It's a sign that the monsters
time to rule your dreamworld.
Freddy Krueger has come to play
your life will stop in your dreams
by his deadly claws.
needles and nailsThe poison in my blood
is the best high i can have.
the lures in my heart
they rip my soul in half.
I go numb in your presence
words dead in the air.
some days you're hard to escape
some days i can only stare.
The words I want to say
are murdered in the night.
All i can do is scream them to death;
I'm such a joke; such a mess; such a fright.
I can only hold you in memories,
this love has me impailed.
My scared lips can still smile . . .
But my soul is torn from needles and nails.
Lie To MeFingertips lace around my ribs
And pull at my skin
As my breath catches
At the coolness of your touch.
Calm these trembling hands
And hold them tight in yours.
I'll move my lips on yours
Just so you don't have to.
Hearts beat faster and
My breath shudders with insecurity.
Press my body close to yours
So I don't shatter into fragments.
Lie to me one more time.
Tangle your legs in mine,
Brush your lips along my neck.
Make me feel alive.
fallin apart...My soul has died
My blood spills from my mouth, nose, ears and eyes,
I watch my bones fall to the ground
As I stand there without a frown.
I have taken many hits,
but this blow did me in,
my body hits the ground
And doesn't even make a sound.
You pushed me to the brink
And now I can not think,
my brains leek out my nose,
my eyes sink to my toes
As my soul stands to watch my body decompose.
Such a pity, such a sin,
my body has given in,
my veins spread out on the floor
Like live wires,
they squirm around ever more.
My hair is falling out,
my tung melts from my mouth,
my soul just stands and stairs
At the body that's every where.
Red is the new brown,
for it is all around,
my skin to make a bed
For whoever chooses to use what's left.
My body has fallen to pieces
This anyone can see,
some days are bloodier then others,
but nothing is bloodier then me.
Is this what I want to do?
I hit 'enter'
For your response.
Holding my head in my hands.
I trust you completely.
Rains of SorrowThe rain is pouring
Pouring down sorrows
Pouring down visions
Of what will happen on the morrow
I know I cannot stop it
But at least I can try
Fling my arms wide open,
And beg mercy from the sky
O my lord Zeus!
Why must you plague me?
I played your games, stepped in your traps
I gambled dice with the tendrils of Destiny
What do I get,
For a half-broken wish?
Sorrow upon sorrow
Despair and anguish
Rain, rain, please go away
If you must, come back another day
Come when I am happy and bright,
Come when I have truly found sight
Go trouble the old man,
Sleeping on his porch
Don't harass me
Holder of Fate's torch
Lest it blo
GeographyMy last year of elementary school
Possibly the best on record
Before I grew up
We had this assignment that was meant to present
Our knowledge of these certain terms
Mountain, plateau, key, archipelago
Peninsula, strait, and so on, et cetera
Given these small, thin sheets of paper
And the definitions of each
I set out on a snow day to pursue this project
Colored pencils and a black felt pen
Carefully drawing them
Tongue out the side of my teeth
I wanted it to be perfect
It was a four hour ordeal
I remember reappearing out of my room
And lunch had gone by long ago
But I wasn't yet finished
I couldn't find a ring to hang them o
How Dare You?How Dare you suck out the strength in my limbs?
How Dare you distract me in lectures with a look,
A flicker of interest?
How Dare you smile knowingly at me, as broadly
As the ocean?
How Dare you know I'd do anything for you?
How Dare you wring my heart in my chest ruthlessly,
And make my cheeks burn?
How Dare you call my name, your tongue tethering to it
As if it were your own?
How Dare you?
How Dare you entice my ears with your jokes, your laugh? "You get to hear my
Droning voce," you say as you glance my way.
How Dare you twist my emotions into a salad of anxiety
How Dare you holster down that which is sava
I took a pill or two or fifteenI took a pill or two or fifteen, I don't remember
I woke up and yet they still taunt
Pain runs through my body, I didn't know it would happen like this
my soul hangs from their judgement
It made me throw up a few times, blood more than once
but they told me to try again but harder
My vision went blurry, or was that just my distorted imagination?
they called me fat and vile
I couldn't breathe properly, why wont it kill me now?
and they laughed some more
My head hit the floor, I thought this was it
their game had taken me
Tonight I took an overdose
I took a pill or two or fifteen, I don't remember
I woke up and yet they still taun
Little GirlYou saw me,
Broken under the tree.
I sat alone,
Trying to be my own person.
Trying to live without a crutch.
But I guess you looked through me,
And saw the broken little girl I am.
I wish you hadn't scooped me up.
I wish you hadn't started caring for me.
I wish I hadn't cared for you.
You saw me cry.
You didn't know how much baggage I carried.
What I had,
You could never deal with.
The baggage I carry,
Needs someone to be around all the time.
I've been neglected.
Ive been lied to.
Ive been left out on the street to fend for myself.
Ive been left to fight other peoples battles.
I just want to be my own person.
I want to no
Where I'm FromWhere I'm From
I am from piggyback rides
And the fluffy stuffed animals that covered my bedroom floor.
I am from the messy sandcastles and slippery slides at Mason Park, Where I jumped from rock to rock.
I'm from that distasteful lake odor,
Where I tossed small pieces of bread into the water for the birds to eat.
I'm from the young, soft tabby cat
That once sat in my warm lap.
I am from the artistic hands,
That were passed down to me from my Great Grandpa Frank.
I'm from the completed books that I tossed in my opposite direction.
I am from the woody, aging trees
Whose branches I used to hang on.
I'm from the screaming,
A Cool RainLike a cool rain
you offered brief respite
from the driest desert
of my life
a flickering flame
to pass the night,
a heartfelt hug
to sooth my fright
but the calmest winds
so soon must die
and in the end you passed me by
for other less tormented lives,
so into time I step the same
as I've been and will remain,
alone to dwell among my pain
until rain cleanses me again.
The FightSo skip the blueprint
I'm gonna need another color
To get back on my track
Because I don't have any other
Way to say what I've been thinking all day
You wanna come out and play
I'll tell you there ain't no way
The reality is clearer as I look into the mirror
This old game is done
We're all left with none
I'm not a quitter or a fighter
I'm just on the run
On a chase for freedom
And I don't know where I'm leading
You got to push the wheel with your back
To run from the smoke stack
Run from the bull dog's teeth
Breathing holes in you feet
While you hit the chains
And gaze out to the plains
The alarm is crying while you're dying for breath
Taking in the chemicals
Feels like you're breathing to death
The score is on the board but you got to choose your team
My dignity won't settle till I let off some steam
And the books we all write
They're being burned by our enemies
The chills in our hearts
Can't be found in anatomy
Nope, the dawn is late cuz' we're stuck out in the poles
And my freezing
Gypsy SpiceThere are some things that simply go misunderstood.
He was different. No one can deny that. But neither can their tongue shape an explanation.
He hardly talked. Didn't utter a word until years after he should have learned to speak. It didn't matter to him; his nose could divine much more, so much more from the atmosphere than the lips of a man. Olfactory experiences were unlike any diversion the world offered. Good and bad smells did not discriminate. If he had been a musician it could be explained: A musician loves sounds. A screech or a coo would not be better or worse than the other, only good when placed in its correct setting. It was the same with his nose. The sweat and mud of pigs were pungent only where the smell arose where it did not belong. Roses and lavender were sweet only if not placed with a clashing odor. But more than those were categorized in his mind. Even if the names in word did not exist, his memory preserved each scent carefully, creating thousands upon thousands
The FiddlerThin and wiry, with coarse fair hair
He runs across the field
His boots stamp on the wood of the small bridge
His heart knocking him dead and alive in time with the clack of his soles
A Grosse Fugue is in his toes
With the hand of fear grabbing his shoulders
Yet it does not hold him back
All night she spun
She spun ribbons and stomachs and dreams and eyes
Turning men into gold, gold into liquid, and liquid into merriment
No longer the sweet child of the daisies
Purity dripping from her lips with every word
The band could only just keep up
He could only just keep going
Dust in his tears
Rust in his sweat
And a child bleeding fr
StayingThe clock turns around and we breathe ourselves out into silence
Your face bears the mark of the dead but you live on with violence
There ain't a word or an echo of truth
That don't steal my soul and bind it to you
But the fight is where it all has to stand together
And you break
All the laws that I learned
And you kill
All the lies that I've lived
You're a thief on the run
But I see you wear broken wings
And I'm dying to see you just as you are
And we're learning to wonder if life is all ours
As you try to slip further, I'm going down too
Don't think that I'm stupid, I'm staying with you
The road is ahead and we've got a billion choices
The sound of our hearts somehow cover millions of noises
You try to make light, think you've figured it out
You cut out too early but I know you doubt
'Cuz something real shines through when we are together
And I leave
All the worries behind
And I give
You the love that is mine
No, I never felt sorry
But don't go the last part alone
And I'm dying to se
You're My PhobiaDriving me into darkness
Huddled in fetal position
I couldn't stop the frightened tears running down my face
That strange sense
That looming animosity I was clutched in
It has never disappeared
Even if it never truly existed
This tower over me, this shadow
The bane of everything I dream about
I can't speak, not face to face
Look in the eyes
Hear that piercing, blasting voice
I go numb
Alone and vulnerable
I feel so weak and defenseless
Just the mention of it
Curdles my blood
Treated like a friend but feeling like
I am the prey
Going cold in an instant, tense and dry
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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