Fallen AngelA fallen angel,With nothing to spare,She tears her heart open,But it's not there,She falls to the ground,And cries for her sins,For an angel has departed,From the battle within.
Hidden SinsBeneath my skin hides a monstrous sin,Where monsters hide,And begin my sins,Killing me slowly from within.Where monsters hide,They lurk and smile,They are killing me slowly,Dragging me down.They lurk and smile,Looking at what they have done,Dragging me down,They now have my soul.Looking at what they have done,They know my sins,They now have my soul,Deep from within.They know all my sins,It's all over the wall,Deep from within,Beneath my skin hide a monstrous sin.
FeelingsIt's funny how one second every thing is fine good grades winning every game and race tons of friends perfect everything and a perfect boyfriend who loves you with every inch of his heart then the next second your boyfriend loses his heart your so upset you start to get behind in school, so you fail, then your so sad you can't stop crying to go to the games and races. Your friends start to fight your best friend goes out with your ex turns her back on you. Your so stressed in the morning you dont have time to do your hair and make up so you look terrible. And them to top it all off you have to hide behind a smile and a laugh to hide your tears and broken heart.-Coa
Poem about deathIn darkness of the nightI spied him in a treeSat I froze by the sightHe was looking at meThe summer's heat became a chillThe angel of death at his killMy heart skipped with the frightBlinked my eyes to bet'r seeGlanced back with all my mightParted he my comp'nyMy chest was quickly pounding stillThe angel of death at his killI did rise and take flightThe fear made me to fleeFrom darkness into lightTo free captivityUnbinding my soul from his willThe angel of death at his killMany years since that nightGazed I on that braz'n beMem'ries of still inciteFears of my slaveryExistence of him makes me illThe angel of death at his kill
Love is a crazy thingEver since I met you,I've had these feelings deep inside,mainly when you hold me,and look into my eyes,you make me feel so young again,and give me feelings I'd forgot,you make me feel so happy,with cupids arrow I've been shot.
Friends will do anthing but...Me and you is friends you smile, i smile... you cry, i cry... you jump off bridge. i gonna miss your E-Mails. .
Dear Universe,Can you tell 16 year old me that I'm 20 now and I made it out alive. She won't know what you're talking about, but at least she'll know it's possible.
What do you believe in?Do you believe in God .I do. If you dont believe in God believe in yourself and love. Love can heal many wounds. Do you believe in hell. To me it is a state of mind but evil does exist . Do you believe in heaven. I do. We all shine on like the beautiful stars . The question is what did you do with your life?Did you make a difference to someone. Money cant buy love but love can move mountains. Do you have faith in anything. Have faith in the power within your heart. Do you have hope? Hope for peace. Hope for a better world. I am a dreamer but I am unique. Think life is short friends . I i will live it each moment every second with awe and love. Love is the most powerful weapon use it with wisdom. Love with a honest heart and courage. Peace brothers and sisters. We are all a human family.
WeakSatan preys on the weakest of us.He plagues the minds of the broken.We who are torn in twoThat is who he plunges his fangs into.
I Tried, DammitYou werethe right piecefor an old puzzleand I broke youtrying to fit youin a new one.My knuckles are bleedingand I'm screamingat the top of mybattered lungsbut you're hemophobicand too deaf to hear me.
Sometimes Dead Girls Forget What Stars Look LikeThose nights insomnia catches up to me,I imagine what the sky must look like and I count the starsand I think, maybe they don't shine for us.Maybe their glow is their way of crying "notice me,I'm important and I can do good."Perhaps they're searching for meaning in their life,just the way we use them to search for our home across the oceanand for a new worldand for something other than dead sea.Maybe they're afraid of burning outjust like I'm afraid of burning down bridges and friendshipsand maybe they think they're not good enoughthat they could have been better,that they could have been a sun or a planetbut they missed their opportunity.I wonder if the stars live in cliques,or if those constellations are their family members,and I wonder if they ever get into fights with their parentsor run away from homeor write about it?I bet the stars live like us,but what would I know?I'm just a dead girl from the grave,and I haven't seen a star in decades.
Empty ShellI didn’t think much of it when I was little.I didn’t notice all of the bottlesThat littered the counter tops and the coffee tables.I didn’t notice how you were always so unstable.I didn’t think it odd for a momentBecause the whole time I’ve been around you’ve been broken.I haven’t seen you actually happyAnd it kills me.I haven’t smelt your breath without a hint of liquorHiding behind it.You’ve always walked around with a heavier shadowThe darkness sticks to youIt slowly made its way from your shoesTo your insides and ate away at them until you were left hollow.A hollow shell.Somewhere on the climb up the mountain you fell.You broke all of your bonesAnd couldn’t make it back home.You never saw what it was like to see from the top of that mountain.To see that things get better,So you neverTried.The things that I never paid attention to when I was smallIs allThat I can see now.And I feel so horribleBecau
The deserved MurderThe Deserved MurderWhether from the inside or outI know now that without a doubtYou’re dead, no longer a thorn in my sideNow do I care for the laws that abideTo this crime? no, for you have killed my beloved kinWith a never ending grin, time and time again.Should I mourn because you have a family and kidsWhen you’ve stashed the hearts of my brethren in lids?Fool, who do you think I am?Some foolish man that believes in Uncle Sam?Freedom for all and justice? Please, they do you no good.I’m the shadow of vengeance shrouded in a black hood.Whether the world thinks of my deed good or badYou will never once hear me become sad.Over a monster like you that only killed and pillageNow if your ghost is looking at me, good, for I shall smile as I send your dead body to your village.
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Just SmileJust SmileThe rush of the wind, right beneath your feet.It's knocked you down, on the left of the street.People will laugh, people will mock, and people will scornSometimes, like me, you wish you've never been born.But like my dearest friends taught me, just smileSmile during the good times and try your darn hardest when dealing with the bad.This world is bleak, it has a lot to frown over, so just look life in the face and grin.Tell it, “no matter how bad you treat me. I'm not going to let you win!”Keep moving my guy, gal, no matter what you look like or how you sound.There's one thing hatred can't take away from from this earth,and that's the fact that frowning is more strenuous on the face.So make your life, and your body feel much better bySmiling.
heats are broken everywhere i lookhearts are made to be broken... and love is made so its like a window when the window gets broken its better to leave it be then to hurt yourself trying to fix it.