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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.
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
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
Soft MiddleThe walls were closing on my mind,
Everything was breaking bind by bind,
Nothing in my world was fine,
Was it wrong to want one person to call mine?
His eyes were arrows sent flying across the room,
With one shot my heart needed its own tomb,
His smile wrecked me with crooked perfection,
Was it too soon to get an erection?
The bass drum and the snare made a lovely pair,
I fantasized about being able to put his hair,
Soon he caught me face to face,
“Hey, you wanna get out of this place?”
The warmth of his hands was a pleasure,
I wanted him to make me his treasure,
Oddly he was sweet and gentle,
He wasn’t a walking porno rental.
Suddenly it was all quite real,
I was the one he wanted to make squeal,
He was pressed against me ready to get rubby,
“Are you sure you don’t mind me being chubby?”
“You goof ball, I love your bit of tummy”
“Can’t you see you’re sweet as honey?”
“Truly, dear, you’re fit as a fiddl
Valentine from a SuccubusWithin you is where I will be -
Crouching in the pits of your pliable mind.
Within you, my fingers will explore
Each corner, each crevice of your being.
I'll stroke, burn, and gag you,
Restrain you until I find the hard facts.
My tongue presses into the flesh
Of your soul-suit, the sweet coating melts
Around you to liberate the centre.
You're free to be.
Free to act out your darkest fantasies.
song of the dollsPum pa la pa la pa pum
Listen to our song.
Dolls dressed in outfits made of the finest silk.
What could go wrong?
Pum pa la pa la pum
Listen listen do you hear it?
It's the song of the dolls.
Pitter patter blood covers the floor.
Help me please sombody help!!
The screams fill the room.
Ha ha ha haha
Isn't it fun?
Pum pa la pa la pum
Ohhhhhhhhhh it's so much fun!
It is the song of death it's the song of the dolls.
Untitled"...and desire walked in...."
There you were- a striking figure
Stealing glances my way
Looking at me like you want to crawl into my thoughts and stay awhile
The way you say my name should be a sin
Low and erotic- to give me a hint of what's on your mind
Desire walked in the day we met.
ice-by kaito shionIce the one thing I love.
Ice cream my happy place.
Ice my stress reliever.
Ice sweet and cool.
Ice I love it!
Ice sooooo good!
Ice can't get enough!
Ice eat it every day of the week!
Ice melts so easily.
Ice don't you like it to?
Ice nice cool chilly to the touch.
Ice how I love you so.
Ice well, what more can I say?
Ice I love it 0\\\w\\\^
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
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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