42 days and a haircut away,
The end and the beginning of a world.
Hundreds of songs and a million regrets,
All lead to the line.
Lines are walked every day,
The edge of one decision and the next.
Fall over one more time,
A new life awaits.
This tiring game
It never ends,
Thought I got out of it long ago.
But the escape
It doesn't exist
It all comes full circle again.
One more time
The finger is pointed
It will never be the last.
And somehow
No matter how I try,
I can never turn my back.
For fear of the knife?
No,
For fear of the repercussions.
The disappointment he must feel,
For all the lies that he held truths.
We all will turn,
In the blink of an eye,
And bear our teeth again.
Do you remember the feeling, when everything went wrong? The cat was at the window and you were singing a song. Hope and admiration, such an easy thing to get lost. Hanging my head in silence, as the lullaby came to a stop. Sweet beauty, you came to me, yet I could not sing a tune. You gave all your love to me, and I ran away too soon. You looked at me with such affection, and I only saw bars. Your love which had carried me, stole away my stars. I went to the kitchen, my first steps away, I instantly regretted, but I just couldn't stay. Your beauty never faltered, I love you still. But my fear overcame me, and I lost my will. And in that mome
Musings from a Deranged Mind by EllaBlack, literature
Literature
Musings from a Deranged Mind
Jesus is his savior, a bullet is hers.
God is just an idea, but millions serve.
An escape is an escape, but we're not leaving this room.
Apathy is agony, but you're lost in this too.
Musings from a deranged mind, or the best seller sitting on your shelf?
Suicide is crazy, and sanity is something you decide for yourself.
Money is just a paper, but it's more than you and me.
A home is a shelter, but a house isn't a place to be free.
Sex is just an action, but actions can't be undone.
Affection is a necessity, but we leave the ones we love.
Hell is just a story, but we all believe in lies.
A smile says youre happy, but the
42 days and a haircut away,
The end and the beginning of a world.
Hundreds of songs and a million regrets,
All lead to the line.
Lines are walked every day,
The edge of one decision and the next.
Fall over one more time,
A new life awaits.
This tiring game
It never ends,
Thought I got out of it long ago.
But the escape
It doesn't exist
It all comes full circle again.
One more time
The finger is pointed
It will never be the last.
And somehow
No matter how I try,
I can never turn my back.
For fear of the knife?
No,
For fear of the repercussions.
The disappointment he must feel,
For all the lies that he held truths.
We all will turn,
In the blink of an eye,
And bear our teeth again.
Do you remember the feeling, when everything went wrong? The cat was at the window and you were singing a song. Hope and admiration, such an easy thing to get lost. Hanging my head in silence, as the lullaby came to a stop. Sweet beauty, you came to me, yet I could not sing a tune. You gave all your love to me, and I ran away too soon. You looked at me with such affection, and I only saw bars. Your love which had carried me, stole away my stars. I went to the kitchen, my first steps away, I instantly regretted, but I just couldn't stay. Your beauty never faltered, I love you still. But my fear overcame me, and I lost my will. And in that mome
Musings from a Deranged Mind by EllaBlack, literature
Literature
Musings from a Deranged Mind
Jesus is his savior, a bullet is hers.
God is just an idea, but millions serve.
An escape is an escape, but we're not leaving this room.
Apathy is agony, but you're lost in this too.
Musings from a deranged mind, or the best seller sitting on your shelf?
Suicide is crazy, and sanity is something you decide for yourself.
Money is just a paper, but it's more than you and me.
A home is a shelter, but a house isn't a place to be free.
Sex is just an action, but actions can't be undone.
Affection is a necessity, but we leave the ones we love.
Hell is just a story, but we all believe in lies.
A smile says youre happy, but the
Every Dream I Have about Sex by lilymewlis97, literature
Literature
Every Dream I Have about Sex
Every dream I have
Involving sex
Is never with you
I'm always kissing the face
Of men I once knew
Their identities are hidden
Yet their bodies I can't resist
And they never restrain me
By hurting my wrists
Every dream I have
Involving sex
Is one I want to
Actually exist
I hate competing against
Someone I can never
Win against
I'm never really good enough
Good enough to win
I hate the talk of money
I hate it when you walk away
I hate it most of all
When you say you can go to work
And I can stay home and play
Play housewife
Not provider
Play your life
Negatory ghost rider
I feel like a puppet
Tied down to this life
10 flute Commandments by XxKatelynStormxX, literature
Literature
10 flute Commandments
The 10 flute Commandments
1.) Thou Shall not covet thy neighbors flute
2.) Thou Shall not sqeek.
3.) Thou Shall always tune because bad intonation hurts.
4.) Thou Shall learn to count
5.) Thou Shall scream excessively loud while cheering
6.) Thou Shall consume at least 1 fried oreo during competition.
7.) Thou Shall always blame trumpets...Floutist are never wrong.
9.) Thou Shall not twirl thy flute..this shall lead to death
So cold and empty am I
Torn and broken inside.
I want to scream out - shout!
But I've taken another route.
I bottle it up in this hollow shell
Why am I here? Is this Hell?
I nod my head once, twice...
Mutilation my only vice.
No one sees the hurt - the pain.
Maybe that's why I feel this shame.
I never let anything out and I never let anyone in.
I feel like I'm living a life full of sin.
Bystanders watch my decay.
Maybe this will all end one day.
I can only hope and pray
that someone will come forth and say....
"You mean the world to me,
The sky, the grass and sea.
I'll see you in my dreams tonight
and you'll be in my arms,
Madness - the Best I've Done by joaquin-matamosca, literature
Literature
Madness - the Best I've Done
Muffin Madness~!
Muffin muffin!
Oh muffin!
Poor sweet muffin
Falling to the floor
Crumbling into pieces
Having sex with the dog!
MUFFIN!
How could you?!
Now you are a hairy muffin
And a very scary muffin
I can't breathe
Because I crammed another muffin in my mouth
And I am still hungry!
Muffin, you are my whore!
Oh muffin!
Were you blueberry?
Or were you peach?
Muffin, muffin
You sick son of a beach!
Doggy Madness~!
Dog!
Sweet dog!
How I love you dog!
YOU ARE DOGGED DOG!
For you ate muffin,
After doing in
And sealing the deal!
DOG!
DOG!
DOG!
Kitten Frolical~!
Kitty-kitty!
Meow! Meow!
BARK! WOLF! WOL
Once upon a time,
In a perfect little world.
There lived a strong boy
And an intelligent little girl.
They lived in a grand kingdom
That gave peace to a never-ending war
For you see this little perfect world
Wasn't so perfect before...
It happened many years ago
Long before the two were born
Two kingdoms fought forever
I'm sure you've heard this before.
One king was good and just
With his wife and his son ruling beside him
The other king was cruel and evil.
Something wasn't there inside him.
You see, the evil king had lacked a heart
And was once the good king's most noble servant
Until one day when the evil king rebel
Since you left,
My mask is pushed back on,
No one can see the truth,
My conscious actions are long gone.
The scars have opened up,
My skin peeling away,
All the pain and demons,
Flowing from the gates.
I walk down the halls,
Strings pulled like a marionette,
I'm a hyper-tonic cell,
Shriveling until my impending death.
I can still hear you calling my name,
Ripping hair from my skull,
Blood caked under my nails,
I look in the mirror, eyes dead and dull.
I am the unwanted card,
In a deck of twenty-seven,
I am the living corpse,
Rising from my grave, on your screen at half past eleven.
You were the rock,
The ground beneath my
Heya I'm Jenn, I'm nineteen and a bit of a spaz. I'm a band geek who loves math and art but has issues getting my points across. I'm the youngest of five which makes me both stubborn and patient. It's hard to get me mad but when you do don't blame me if you get hurt. I am generally easy going but please don't test me. I'm bi-sexual and proud of it, if you have a problem with that it's ok :) a lot people do and I will not hold it against you. I am very easy to love and also easy to hate, which you choose to do is up to you, I can only be myself. If you want to know more you can read about it in my gallery.
Current Residence: Back woods Georgia Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock Favourite photographer: Szczur88 Favourite style of art: Anime MP3 player of choice: Zune Shell of choice: the gas station? Wallpaper of choice: Navy Blue with thin neon green stripes! Skin of choice: tan (even though I'm white as a sheet) Favourite cartoon character: Kakashi!!!!!>.< Personal Quote: "It's a flute thing. Remember that."
This entire week has sucked massively, and I guess I've finally come to terms wiht the fact that I will always be the one to blame. It will always, ALWAYS come down to one point: Jennifer is the monster.
I have never been the manipulator and I guess that gave me the consent to be manipulated. And so many people have given her that power, and it will always come back to me.
I've accepted it now, but that doesn't make me any less tired. It's exhausting, being the center of it all, when really I just want to be left alone. I guess now I'm running away, but with nothing here, I have to find something to run to. If only to escape.
The blame is
One word: religion.
It has turned practically every man woman and child against eachother. And as single words usually do, religion leads to another, more powerful word: HATE.
Religion gives people an excuse to hate, and an excuse to teach that hate to children. People kill over which face in the sky is worshipped. And no one will ever realize what a crock that is.
Religion is only an excuse. An excuse to persecute, to destroy, to murder: to hate.
And everyone just accepts this fate, the fact that they can sin and yet be forgiven. That they can murder, they can scorn, they can hate. Because all will be forgiven.
Just one more band-aid on
I know I said I was coming back a while ago, but alot of files somehow got deleted off of my computer so I got a little disheartened. Practically all of the somewhat decent stuff I have written in the past six months was deleted, which was really frustrating, but I really am back now. and I get to rifle through the thousands of deviations that I have missed :p. Anyhow I'm back thought I'd let you know I'm serious this time.