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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
The Child who CleanedHer father had fallen asleep in his bed.
His snores were much louder than those who are dead.
Her mother was in some love-forsaken place.
It had been long years since she had shown her face.
There was no one awake to punish or scold,
No angry arms to tighten, pull or grab hold.
So at a late time when she could not be seen
She did what she wanted, and that was...to clean.
She cleaned to get rid of the unpleasant mess.
She thought it would dispel her father’s distress.
She hoped it might give her some worth in his eyes.
She prayed he would give something other than lies.
She cleaned as though it would fix her broken heart,
As though it would give her poor life a new start.
If her sorrows were as easy to dismiss
As the piles of junk, her life could be bliss.
But the fragments of her life could not be glued.
The mistakes of others she could not undo,
So she was left to suffer from their misdeeds,
And choke to death like a flower among weeds.
Her tired hands dropped a glass onto the f
EveryPull all the blades out
Remove all the world’s daggers
Let it all flow out of you
See all your ignorance
All your pain
See all the hate
All the cruelty
Let it all leave you
Let it all flow away
FearsI'm scared to find out one of my friends at school is fake
I'm afraid my efforts to do my best won't be enough
I'm afraid I'll dissappoint my friends and family if I don't do my best
I'm afraid my smart mouth is gonna upset someone I care about
I'm afraid I'll give up on love
SuicideA bloody bone filled mess
Hit the ground this afternoon
A splatter of success
Flowing down in deep maroon
The sidewalk is painted human
With a pallet of teeth and skin
A portrait that’s been proven
To kill you from within
Such an unforgiving canvas
Earth has turned out to be
Her paint so sad and anxious
To escape reality
UntitledStaring into the darkness
Seeing no light
Losing my will
To continue this fight
Seeking to find
What can never be found
Only sadness and sorrow
Are ever around
Creeping into my soul
Stopping my heart
I want it to end
But don't know where to start
Reaching into the black
Never ending abyss
No one to see
Anything is amiss
A long slow breath
The silent scream
As if my life
Were just a dream
Sinking into the nothing
Fading from sight
Needing to reach
That eternal night
It's Too MuchI have too many sides.
Too many opinions.
Too many thoughts.
I feel everything at once.
And I don't know.
I don't know.
I cut and I don't know anymore.
I feel like I just keep falling further and further.
I don't know how to fucking do this.
I just can't cope.
I'm trapped here.
With no escape and.
I can't breathe.
About boast bustersSo why is this episode so bad? I don't see it, I mean without it we wouldn't have Trixie and magic duel would either be lost or it wouldn't make sense, the moral is ok to, if someone like a bully is boasting or showing off, standup to them and put them right, it's not a bad episode, in my opinion it's just the delivery that was bad what do you think
GetMy parents told me to
get a job
and I didn't know they were referring to
so now I'm stuck working at Jacksons
My parents told me to
get a life
and I didn't know that they just wanted to
play a board game
now I'm living all the excess of it
My parents told me to
get a scholarship
and they forgot to mention that I need to
get a ship of scholars
and now I need to send them to harvard
My parents told me to
get a degree
and when I twisted my bones at the proper angle
they were so proud of me
but I wondered how long I need to keep the position
My parents told me to
get a girl
and when I forcibly took one in my arms, at her dismay,
My parents were so proud of me
but for how long would I need to keep it?
My parents told me to
get a car
and when I came in with chassis and nothing else
they were so very proud of me
and now I get to build the rest by myself
My parents told me to
get a clue
and when I found them in the bedroom with a candlelight
I learned about the birds and bees t
WonderlandThe sky, the beautiful sky,full of white puffy clouds that look like nice fluffy pillows,
The sky full of blue, the lovely blue that brings joy to all who look at it,
I want to be in a field of green pastures, with lovely yellow flowers,
An apple tree on the left and a beautiful mountain on the right,
Big enough to hide my field,
But small enough to let the sun shine its brightest,
Never will this field, this Wonderland be infested by sadness,
Joy, peace and harmony, that is all this beautiful Wonderland has to offer,
I want to find this Wonderland,
I believe it is only found in my Dreams, in my Heart,
This Wonderland my belong to me, but I want to share it with all who want peace, joy and harmony in their lives,
Come one, come all, to this Wonderland of green pastures,
Beautiful yellow flowers,
An apple tree,
A magnificent mountain,
Beautiful puffy clouds and a perfect blue sky,
I want you all to share this beautiful land with all who want peace, joy, and harmony,
I want all to be hap
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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