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 Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 4:51 pm
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My Insanity
Black iron crosses hung on a crimson wall
A perfectly painted picture of pride before the fall
Steely blade of silver gripped in a crimson hand
Seeing your reflection in the mirror where I stand
Drag it a little deeper make my body numb
Take away the hate I feel with each drop of blood
My life lay on the floor its color a magnificent shade
I painted you this picture with a rusty razor blade
Pain and hate fill my soul, it bleeds
Thriving for the comfort and desire that it needs
Empty eyes stare back at me
And this is what they plea
Drag it a little deeper make my body numb
Take away the hate I feel with each drop of blood
My life lay on the floor its color a magnificent shade
I painted you this picture with a rusty razor blade
Kill me now but kill me slow
The pain I want to feel
Give me what ill never know
Show me what isn't real
Drag it a little deeper make my body numb
Take away the hate I fell with each drop of blood
My life lay on the floor its color a magnificent shade
I painted you this picture with a rusty razor blade
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She died for me i die for her
She sits alone in a world of indecision.
It's so hard to see, tears clouding her vision.
She sings a song into a world of silence.
She dances a dance of utter defiance.
She makes a wish that no-one can hear.
She screams aloud tells of her fear.
She takes the blade, her closest friend.
She mumbles "goodbye this is the end"
Her friends are searching all of the school.
you'll never find me her most important rule.
They run to a teacher, tell her there scared.
"she ran off crying we can't find her anywhere."
Now all of the teachers and students alike,
are searching for a girl who's forfeiting life.
The search and search but to no prevail,
now everyones ashamed they know that they've failed.
A girl goes to the toilets and a river of red catches her eye.
She screams for help to any passers by.
The teacher runs in and breaks down the door.
The girl lays dead on the bathroom floor.
No-one noticed though out their search,
she was in the toilets all along, while they were hard at work.
In her grasp a bloody note is folded.
The teacher reads it and the room gets colder.
"Oh what a shame too little too late.
Don't ask why, this was forever my fate.
I tried to get help but I can't be helped.
All the pills in the world couldn't save me from myself.
I am so sorry to those that had cared,
I know that you're searching I can hear you from in here.
To my teacher, forgive me you did your best.
But i gave up long ago, I've got no hope left.
To sister, don't miss me. It won't do you any good.
Be happy move on, we all know that you should.
To everyone else, maybe now you will learn.
To watch what you say, careful who you hurt.
I'll never truely leave this world. In the breeze I shall remain.
and won't someone please but roses above my lonely grave.
Remember all those poems, remember all the drawings?
Use them for inspiration, they'll help you while your morning.
But i don't want you to cry for long. Relax guys, I'm finally free.
Oh miss won't you please do me a favour, read this note at assembly.
That way everyone will know, everyone will understand.
You need to help the people like me, before it gets outta hand.
So adios my childhood nightmare. Farewell my future dreams.
Oh lauren honey do me a favour, tell 'that boy' whats happened to me.
Tell him that it's coz of him that I finally gave up.
Tell him that I love him, and i miss him very much.
Then tell him that I'm sorry, ask him to forgive me.
Then tell him that i'm happy for him. That this is not another tradgedy.
This is something real, my peers, this is simehting true.
I died for family i died for love and I also died for you."
The girl was buried 3 days later in a coffin black with red trim.
Her tombstone was a cross and below was a framed picture of 'him'.
He visited her grave after 3 weeks and cried for all he had said.
Then he pulled out a gun and shot himself in the head.
In his hand a note was found so short and very true.
"you died for me babe so now I'm dieing for you."
No-one shall ever know exactly what went on.
No-one shall even know why it is they're gone.
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Love can be cruel
I know you care for me
And yet here I stand
On this long and lonely
Strip of land.
Without you beside me
My heart is torn
My blood is dripping
My feelings worn
I saw you once
And I guess you could see
That deep down inside
Something was troubling me
You asked me the simple question:
"What is wrong?"
But I just smiled and carried on
Around the corner until you were gone.
And then I saw you with him in the hall today
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But like always I just smiled and turned away
But deep down inside, the thing you saw
Was my heart slowly breaking to some lonesome song.
So when you have feelings
That you know are true
Admit them before time is up
Or time will turn is back on you.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 7:01 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 9:08 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 10:30 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 1:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 1:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 2:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 7:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 10:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 1:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 7:18 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 3:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 3:59 pm
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Kaz!nsky It isnt poetry. Not real poetry. I've only read one poem. You actually are describing a process, it doesnt go deeprer than that. Ask your english teacher what poetry is. Emo poetry is hearthfelt passion, instead of saying; i am angry at my girl because she ******** another guy, poetry is like; The blazing red phoenix got corrupted by her gloomy green veins. I suck at poetry, but i miss this important facet of poetry, a symbol is way more powerful than a million words. Their boring and cliché too. Add; Hangover's Make Kaz!nsky A Jerk.
Oh my god, you must review my song lyrics. I would love it.
Harsh criticism excites me. |
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 6:54 pm
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Isel Kaz!nsky It isnt poetry. Not real poetry. I've only read one poem. You actually are describing a process, it doesnt go deeprer than that. Ask your english teacher what poetry is. Emo poetry is hearthfelt passion, instead of saying; i am angry at my girl because she ******** another guy, poetry is like; The blazing red phoenix got corrupted by her gloomy green veins. I suck at poetry, but i miss this important facet of poetry, a symbol is way more powerful than a million words. Their boring and cliché too. Add; Hangover's Make Kaz!nsky A Jerk.
Harsh criticism excites me.
lol. rofl |
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 5:08 am
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Small, simple, safe price Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals And I am not afraid to die I'm not afraid to bleed, and ********, and fight I want the pain of payment What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted ******** Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand ********? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid To fill, and spill over and under my thoughts My sad, sorry, selfish cry out of a cutter I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart Love is not like anything Especially a ******** knife
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