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Amythist Gray She was the girl with black hair and tons of eyeliner. The girl with black clothes and more piercings then i could probably count.
Her name was Amythist Gray, or so she said. She got called
'Emo bitch' and a freak every day, and she just hung her head and let her bangs cover everything.
I wasn't majorly popular or an over-tight nerd either. I was the quiet one who liked to sit outside and draw.
I liked to think i was a good artist, and drew everything. One day in the courtyard I was doodling a girl...
She wore a pixi like dress made of the night sky. Her hair was so dark it flickered purple in the light. She looked over a
moving orb and constellations formed her background.
A loud splat and laughter interrupted my steal like concentration on my goddess.
A jock had threw his sports drink all over Amythist. I guess she finally cracked...
or just lost her sanity for a few moments. Everyone was laughing and pointing.
Possibly a story?My blood. Oh God my blood.
it flowed from every opened wound on my
body. I feel.. No.. scratch that. I AM broken.
My wrist, my leg i feel it. The bone. Protrding from
my skin. Like some malicous thing, coming to attack me.
Only... It is me. Well a part of me anyways..
I need a doctor.. And some morphine. Yes morphine, morphine
is the God's necter when you're in the condition i seem to be in.
I'm seeping blood from my pores.. Yes i need morphine.. Lots of it.
Maybe some more blood to.
Dying.. I. Am. Dying. There is no other
way to put it. I'm laying here, with glass stuck in every
piece of my skin, and i'm calm.. Maybe the clam before the storm..
Nahh i'm way to calm.. maybe some random person drove by
when i was still un-concious and was like, "Well that seems to
be a horrible car wreck. Oh poor girl.. here i'll just dope her
up with the ever so convient random syringe of numbing drug i have
in my jeans pocket." Damn people. I should be thankfull that the person
that may or maynot've s
To daddy.life has always been a game to me.
I never wondered what i couldn't be.
You told me, "Be whatever you please."
And i felt like i brought the world to it's knees.
That one girl with a venom tounge
A beutiful song she always sung.
Weither it shall sting, or wheither it shall
sooth, she spoke the words, velvet smooth.
Red her hair. Much like her temper,
She was so stubborn. Couldn't help her.
She liked it that way. No one else
had room to stay.
Your 2 cents never spent.
Good advice always lent.
Trust me she did, she took it to heart.
And to her brain. She grew so smart.
That one little girl, you told to be,
anything and everything she ever pleased.
Grew up strong and grew up good.
Just like you all knew she would.
The gamePretty pink ribbons.
Pretty pink pearls.
BIG blue eyes
and perfect blonde curls.
Dark black nails
Dark black hair.
Bright green eyes
and mascara applied
A musical laugh
and golden hair thrown
The Ruler of
school eats up attention.
yyuuuummmm a tasty snack.
A hidden eye and covered
The shadow dewler hates the light.
Skin moonbeam kissed.
The Flawless vixen tricks
Steals a boyfriend. a girls heart.
Makes a lover.
The child of black sits
alone. Emptyness she feels
She doesn't want to act,
She says that. But isn't sure.
The 'perfect' girl lockes the stall.
And presses her 'boyfriend' agenst the
Love ha! it's a lie to her.
It was never real, but she -also- isn't sure.
The lover and child are much the same.
They act like don't feel so ashamed.
Like they don't feel like they somehow don't belong.
And there life is a cliche. Inspration of a broken love song.
The curls and pearls have there favorites.
Black hair and pale
Vampyre love.He held her close.
Breathed in her ear,
and whispered sweet nothings.
She closed her eyes and savored the bliss.
It hurt. At first. Then nothing but sheer bliss.
Like seeing through gauze, her vision half blured.
Making loud noises as he carried on,
Then.... everything blossemed untill she
couldn't take it anymore.
Crying out in pleasure, she heard a growl
escape his chest.
Nails scored his back and raked her
His heart beat under her skin,
her's under his. His plesure in
her belly, she could feel it.
Her blood filling him. Making
him moan louder and louder.
Her own pleasure eminating from
This vampyre... made her melt.
Fire licked at her whole body, and
she scrame louder, his name, scratching
Then he pulled back breathing hard.
Nothing was more precious than that moment.
His ice blue eyes locked on her emerald ones.
Falling beside her and running his hands
over her arms and hair.
Coaping with the thumping of his heart and hers,
That moment was the one she
Percisly plasticShe climbed to the top of the tree.
A cut on her hand and a bruise on her knee.
Her dad was smiling, always happy.
Laughed at jokes, no matter how crappy.
Her mother perfect in all.
her blush and perfume made her a doll.
Percisly plastic. It's in her blood.
If she could change her life,
She certainly would.
The moon looks down, eyes full of sad.
The pity she feels angers her. Boils her blood
The tears drip down like a rain shower.
Falling down.. Making her feel trapped
Her body a tower.
The silver of her razor glitters in the
beams of the pityful moon.
And she knows, blissful pain is
Her skin redddens in protest,
as the razor glides over a vein the closest.
Just like the tear the blood drips down.
Coating and covering the once green
The wounds scream her secreat.
Even though she always planned to keep it.
The braclets and bangels hide the truth.
The truth that mom has broken bones and chipped a tooth.
The truth that dad never smiles at her, makes her w
Red insanity (a poem)I'm at a breaking point
The hole in my chest is back
I'm loosing control again,
That place in my heart is returning to black
I don't know what to do this time,
The old tricks no longer work as they should
My warm blue blood, the thing that makes me human,
Now turns to a cold grey slime
The visions are returning,
Slowly but surly
From dull black in white to a startling red
Nightmarish scenes of how they all bled
I've found sanction in pain,
Not theirs, but my own
Scratching, tearing at my skin without a blade in sight
Only pausing 'til it's been re-sewn
It won't last long, I need a cure
A cure for the madness that consumes me
I scrape together what resolve that remains
But I fear the worst: that I've gone insane
InsanityThey drank the blood, and made the pledge.
They drove their reason to the edge,
And when they fled out the back door
There was one less than fled before.
Every night they returned revived
And behind the walls madness thrived.
And every morn, at break of day
One less than before ran away.
Their numbers dwindled, and at last
When many tired nights had passed,
Only one stood under the sky.
He dressed in black, ready to die.
He turned the key and stepped inside,
And locked it, one last sin to hide.
He danced around the unlit halls
Past the gore dripping down the walls.
The sun was just behind the hill
When he took a knife, his blood to spill
And collapsed against the back door.
None were left to flee anymore.
Search in the NightDown the dark dismal highway they ride.
Their lights are sweeping from side to side,
Flickering through the hundreds of trees,
Past branches protesting in the breeze.
Into the shadows, beaming lights pry,
Piercing far sharper than human eye.
Deep in the forest, the searchlights stare
At the dark tales of nature laid bare.
Are they after some hidden crime?
A convict who wouldn’t do his time?
Some murderer, perhaps, ran away
To spill more blood before break of day.
Maybe a girl couldn’t stand her life
And took off into the woods with a knife.
A stranger was seen with her last night.
A coincidence? Who knows what’s right?
More could be thought, and some could be true.
Tomorrow it might be in the news -
The main details, but not the rest.
Some of the secrets cannot be guessed.
Once Upon a Timeonce upon a time in a place that never was, a dead man walked as the black cat talked.
once upon a time in a place that you never thought was there, some one is being mauled by a bear.
once upon a time in a book to bloody to write, he came upon a woman who wasn't too bright.
once upon a time in a time that never will be he said good bye and left her to die.
once upon a time in a place that you do not belong a little girl found a cottage where only the dead belonged.
once upon a time when no one cared a little girl died.
once upon a time theses fairy tails were meant for children,k but really they're really about death and evil things
Denisse The KillerEra un dia normal como todos los dias, era un dia nublado con fuertes vientos, pero nada era extraño para la pequeña Denisse Everday, ella era una joven niña de 13 años, de cabello negro largo hasta la cintura, ojos marrones de un tono muy hermoso,piel blanca pero tambien mezclada con un color canela, Denisse era una chica tipica conocida por donde vivia, era una joven alegre que no causaba ningun problema con nadie,en la escuela era una tipica estudiante que no tenia problemas con nadie, ella defendia a varios alumnos de sus agresores, pero ninguno de los agresores se llevaba con ella.Eran un bonito dia o como ella lo veia, le encataba los dias nublados, y frescos, era relajante y bueno para la mente, como ella decia, pero algo para ella no estaba bien, ella queria tener una vida un poco mas, llena de accion y esas cosas, siempre era lo mismo para ella, levantarse, ir a la escuela, tener la tarde libre para jugar o leer, y dormir, todo era aburrido para ella y no e
paculiare cretures of wonderlandSuch strange bests who wander this land,
there unique and interesting.
I don't understand The Powers they hold,
its should be impossible.
The Whit Rabbit seams to lure them in
and always escape and never seams to be late.
I cornered him at the side of a Cliff then he pulled out his pocket watch
and dissipated, I waited an hour or two and he came back.
The Cheshire Cat seams to guide them
and always escapes always just out of my grasp.
He disappears into "The Mist" and travels there he says,
so I caught the mist and then The Cat could not escape in his world or mine.
The Hatter seams to push them,
and he always sees it coming and always finds a way out.
he simply is in a state of mind that lets him find them.
so i gave him something he could not see and he was trapped.
The Jabberwock seams to make seance,
and it always gets its meat and always feasts.
It simply has jaws that bite and claws that catch
so I used a blade that went snicker-snack and murdered the beast like I did the ot
Puppet.In and out the
as the clock bellows.
Twelve o'clock, mindnight,
sun is absent,
Puppet you are
held by strings,
As the metal cuts
deep. Burns and stings.
No happy endings,
they spoil the truth.
As his body drops dead,
trapped in youth.
You flee laughing, feeling alive...
Poor poor family... They couldn't survive.
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