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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
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.
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
confession you are all i ever wish,i ever dream
you are all I ever desire,from my passion flames
you can create and start a fire...but will turn you in cold
and my heart is still " in hold"...
I wish you will be still mine,i make mistakes
if you are not by my side...
I could not breath-feeling the past-my heart is on hold
but my love will ever last,and if tomorrow strarts without me...
Can you feel the lost...can you even see?...
with the sadness-I change my mind- that the love i need
I will never fin
AnankeI have come to confess
When I lay in darkness
I can't find any rest
For the pain in my chest
I still see you in chains
The blood boils in my veins
The lust shines in my eyes
Your Hell: my Paradise!
At the end of daylight
When I pray for delight
I watch in the fire
My only desire
All my senses aflame
At the thought of your name
Will soon drive me insane
I must meet you again!
See me down on my knees
I am begging you, please
Let me caress your skin
Taste the pleasure of sin
But your heart is so kind
And so dark is my mind
So cursed is my passion
My own self-destruction
And your eyes...
Tormenting my heart
And your cry...
Tearing me apart
And your voice...
Enchanting my ears
And your words...
Awaking my tears
And your face...
Corrupting my soul
And your fate...
Inciting my fall
PainUnbearable down to the last bone,
This body I don't want to call home,
I am not feeling alright this way,
I am not happy or feeling okay,
I am in pain and always feeling under,
I feel like my body is torn asunder,
So tired, I want to open my eyes,
My muscles feel bound by weights and ties,
So sick, in pain, and tired aside,
I want so badly to erase this I cried,
All I want to do is sleep my days away,
To keep my feelings left at bay,
Not just the mental but the physical state,
This body of mine, I am starting to hate,
The way I feel is becoming a stain,
I feel I will forever be in pain.
Mr.Barman (drunk)Hey Mr. Barman
Sing me a song
Sing about why i an in here
Even though none of us really know
Is already high night
Do not be so harsh
That would make me feel so right
It does not need to rhyme
It does not need not be to seen nice
Just drink some wine
And join me in the chooooooooooooooooooooorus
She does not needs to have assonance
Sense , dignified , verses
You just need to treat her weeeeeeeeeeeellllllll
It does not needs no me-lody
Makeup, dresses, voice
She is already perfect
Be my friend
My emotions seem all out of order
and it's like I'm on the border
of anger and sadness.
This is pure madness.
I can't control how I feel
when this pain is so real.
I can't seem to shake
the memories that keep me awake
all through the night.
I pray that things will be alright.
Maybe I'm just hormonal,
but this doesn't seem that normal.
I want to be able to smile
and stay joyful for a while.
Trust is also an issue for me;
loyalty seems like something I can't see.
In God I have faith
that my heart is safe
although it's not anywhere near whole
and loneliness is taking its tole.
Yet, despite these emotions,
God's love is wider than all oceans
and I know that one day I can feel love
like God's above.
El pensar del pensamiento.Pensar antes de pensar,
porque los pensamientos influyen en nuestro sentir,
que influye a la vez a nuestro corazón,
el corazón a la personalidad,
la personalidad en el carácter,
el carácter en nuestra razón y
... la razón en nuestra acción.
UntitledVoices whisper softly in her ear,
"Everything will be alright."
Yet, still all she feels is fear
and she can't find the will to fight.
Why should she fight the pain
when life is filled with sorrow,
and it's hard to feel joy again
knowing there is anger for tomorrow.
"Why do I have to suffer so?
And why does peace always flee
from wherever I go
so the reason to live I cannot see?"
Land Of No LightHe cried out in utter pain as the crystals impaled his already weak body. His voice cracked as he was whipped yet again. Cheers and cries arose from the crown in front of him.
"Take Him Away!" They chanted. His cries were now muffled as the tight purple fabric that surrounded his neck was tied in his mouth like a make-shift gag.
(Should I continue?)
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.
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