I like going through people's AIM profiles that I don't know and laugh at their poems.
Waiting for the day
for the terrible place
why they do this to me
I can never find a trace
The flies are waiting for me
I'm already dieing
Why can't they see
even though that I'm alive
I cease to be
for the years i've cried
they've killed me
from the inside
Darkness has engulfed my days.
Happiness drowning in misery and pain,
twisting and writhing joy is thier prey,
or is love an illusion like a rainbow after the rain?
Did I loose myself when love invaded my heart?
Are my emotions still to vary,
was I damned from the start?
My soul feels like an empty vase,
dropped down two flights of stairs.
No one there to wipe the tears from my face
I doubt that anyone really cares.
A tear that travels quickly
with sad, angustic fury
takes color from the lashes, running black
and leaves a streaks: dark, abstract
upon the palest cheek
and like an artist seems to seek
an audience in which to share
the reason why the streaks are there
a symbol of the pain
the pain which will always reign
forever over my being
can I ever be rid of this feeling?
The dark enimatic waters of this lake
interplay of shadows and light
for hours I can sit here and intake
the dark and the bright
placid the waters
yet they still run deep.
almost devoid of colours,
sitting here makes me weep.
for the memories inside me
How they love to resurface and drive me crazy.
gaze into the lake and the stories it tells.'
I'm your pin cusion.
That's how you see me.
That's all I am to you
That's all I'll ever be.
I take your anger,
and store inside me.
So you can live your life,
happy as can be.
I'm not going to let your anger,
be my pain any longer.
It's plain to see,
Your not any better then me.
I'm not your pin cusion,
not your glass bottle full of pain,
because I've already shattered
and I will never let it happen again.
Endless circle of destruction,
Making me feel lost,
like I'm nothing:
From this reality I fall;
I need time to settle this.
Still missing you at nightfall..
I am quiet simply dis-missed.
No use for me
truely there is
none I can see.
So what is the point?
I'll be alone forever,
It hurts to be alone in this land of forever.
but love doesn't feel right.
I'm not in love this time,
I'm thinking it's lust
and that is all it will be just.
Go ahead and scream at me,
it wont change everything.
I want love,
but when I wish I don't get anything,
Only this feeling of being lost
in a dark world,
Words from your lips cut deep like broken glass
blood rushing through my viens
all I feel from you is pain
I cannot stop the bleeding...
I see that girl with her lipstick drawn.
She's painting her face on.
She never shows what she really does feel,
She fakes it so real,
She is beyond fake.
sooner or later she will break..
With the wrong person it will be a mistake,
Someone needs to shake her to get her awake.
She will do whatever,
to make herself feel better.
Looking for what she doesn't get at home,
into the streets she'll roam.
Lieing as she does " I've done it before,"
She will turn herself into a whore.
She takes the pills to ease the pain,
and sluts around to keep herself sane.
Searches for the lack thereof,
She'd do anything to find some love.