kill the vanitist

You're dead and rotting

A fate brought only upon

By you And your superficial

Vanity

Fake the mask

Tear away the truth

The Beauty is without

And Darkness shatters your insides

High in the facade of happiness

Posed as true

In reality a screen of smoke

It chokes away the breath of all around you

You saw yourself as Beauty

The only of it's kind

And the make up of Desire

Fooled all that saw you too

But it has long washed away

To reveal the Ugly

And without your mask

You wilt

You're dead and rotting

In a casket of truth

Surrounded by the termites

With no sense but to feed

Eyes that no longer see

Are capturing the Darkness

As you swallow up

Into nothing

To forever be haunted by the Beauty

And the face of the mask you wore

You live on in death

And past Vanity

my madness

Ive become aware that Im enslaved,

to the despiss of my mind.

I have searched the corners four,

forever there to find.

A comquilent of bitterness,

that I know for to share.

In a tranquil view of happiness,

that mankind doesnt care.

The air I breath is air for me,

and only my space matters.

Im living proof that all the world ,

is fatter in its sadness.

Which by itself,

itself alone,

breeds guilt and hands of hollow.

Madness is both pill and drink,

the hardest thing to swallow.

consequences of aftermath

On nights that are not full of moon,

I take my membrance walks.

Pass the broken buildings ruin,

where the ghost of all dead talk.

Over hills of buried flesh,

and littered mounds of bones.

To the deepest part of my backyard,

on the south side of my home.

Where Ive laid all the girls to rest,

who have pushed my love aside.

I am by far the best of men,

But I still do have my pride.

I can take a simple no,

but not a yuukish grin.

And I repay in evil ways,

every now and then.

I look upon the little hills,

Ive made with my bare hands.

And remember whom it is I placed,

in certain parts of land.

Remember how I did the things,

of which Ive no remorse.

How so it true the words you speak,

can often set your course.

So just a little word of wise,

to all who want to hear.

When speaking to some one reject,

be nice so you dont fear.

The consequence of aftermath,

if Im the one who hears...

poems whore

Love me,

want me,

read my songs.

If not for words,

I dont belong.

Ive opened up,

stretched my soul flat,

poem whores are sure of that.

Give me,

need me,

wanting more,

searching out for whats in store.

Innocent with guilt for lore,

judgment on the poem whores...

my paranoia

I sit alone inside my room,

around a paint of ugly.

Aware to me at all to soon,

wrapped in my fears and snuggly.

Afraid to leave my room for fears ,

of what may lie outside.

In the darkness of my room,

I sit alone to hide.

Hide myself from breathing breaths,

expelled by those whom near to death,

I know from GOD here lies a test,

impossible for passing.

Some may say Im paranoid,

but it is those I must avoid.

For they dont hear my head of noise,

thats driving me to madness.

If by chance they were to see,

all the fear that raptures me.

They would take a lock and key,

and keep themselves away.

Locked inside a darkened room,

around the paint of ugly.

island of sadness

I walk along your shores

Every day and yet

You don’t wash away how I feel

That is why they call you

The Island of Sadness
All you do is take our pain and suffering

And turn them against us

Some of us make it off of you and some

Of us are lost in our despair you make us feel

You are the island

That doesn’t have water

Or food

And most of all happiness

All you do is make us feel the sadness

That is inside ourselves

One day I promise I will have you

Give someone happiness when

They walk on your shores

And then they will not call you

The Island of Sadness but

The Island of Drams

down once more

I walk down the hallway

Where is my love that I once knew

I regret that day I showed her how ugly

I am with my disfigured face

I just had to remove my disguise that kept me

Hidden so well

I keep walking and I never stop looking for her

I wish I was not so ugly

I wish she would come back and we

Could be in love again

But for now I never take off my disguise that

Hides me so well

So for now I will wait for her return

livin unbeautiful

I’m insecure

Disgusted by my reflection

Like there are a million

Razor blades piercing my skin

I’m selfish and unworthy

My face is shattered

As my bones are broken

I’m losing all my hope

In a disfigured body

Useless

In a world meant

For the beautiful

Rejected

Taunted

Ruined

There’s only so much

I can take

Before I break

Before I crumble

So obscure

To those

Incepting

I hate myself

For asking for more

I don’t deserve

To taint

This world

with such an ugly bitterness

I take from those in need

All for my desire

To be seen

I out-lash at the caring

I complain

I cry out

For no reason

Full of hatred

And jealousy

I’m ugly

an ode to size

A size nought nation

Is an abomination

Girls turning to starvation

To get appreciation

Its just deprivation

Like an hallucination

A miniature generation

Not worth the aggravation

An emaciated infatuation

By what stretch of the imagination

Does this need celebration

A crazed population

The size nought congregation

Will led to early cremation

i am A girl (:

I am the girl

That the other girls taunt

My waist isn’t small

Do I deserve Love?

I am the girl

That the other girls hate

I’m perfect and pretty

Do I deserve Love?

I am the girl

That the girls all ignore

I make friends with homework

Do I deserve Love?

I am the girl

Everyone seems to like

I’m nice, cute, and smart

Do I deserve Love?

I am the girl

To whom the others girls sneer

I drink and I party

Do I deserve Love?

I am the girl

That the other girls watch

At the swimming and track meets

Do I deserve Love?

I am the girl

Other girls sing my songs

I rock out on guitar

Do I deserve Love?

I am the girl

The other girls just don’t see

You could say I’m an outcast

Do I deserve Love?

I am the Cupid

All the girls call me Love

They pray for my visits

Do I deserve you?

end of me

She says I’m Fat,

Out of Shape,

And then she says,

“You’re fine the way you are honey!”,

Confused,

I get mad sometimes,

When she calls me fat, out of shape,

Because I’m doing what I can,

While being a vegetarian,

Which is Hard,

And I can’t do tthis business,

Anymore,

I can’t do school, Girls on The Run, Writer’s Club,

And Reader’s Club,

Plus have an actual LIFE,

While she ridicules me,

She sits there,

And I wonder,

What is HER idea of ‘in shape’,

Probably stick thin,

Running every day,

And then doing,

My things,

That I do,

Every day,

I can’t stand her,

She wonders why I’m depresse and angry at home,

Because I cherish,

School now,

Because I’m not at home,

Being yelled at,

By the one person,

I look up to,

I wonder why she does that,

Yell at me,

But I guess she doesn’t know,

That when she calls me fat,

That I am hurt,

That I want to weep,

I can’t stand her laugh anymore,

Because I know,

It’s about something bad,

But I’m at the end of my rope,

Trying to hold the tears in,

But not succeeding,

Collapsing,

Under the pressure,

That I’m feeling now

angel's songs

Hide those tears girl don't let them see you weak it's not you who's done this my darling you're no freak run,run away from them all escape from their sorry lies i know what they've put you through it's not your fault you believed their lies it doesn't matter now nothing ever really does just know i'm still here for you and you know it's not you he loves i know you remember that day you relive every single detail how they broke your soul your mind, so frail and all the girls were laughing as they threw stones at you and as the blood ran down your face you didn't know what to do so you ran home to the empty house and you picked up the knife i know the hurt you were feeling as you gave up on your life you're not ugly. you're not fat and you know you're not weak believe me my girl it's not you who is the freak so run,run towards the light don't stop till you reach where you truly belong reside in heaven with me and sing the angel's song

The Dance of the Lovely Blood Rose

The arena lies dead in darkness
Still tonight there’s time for one last show
The lights stutter on
In a line one by one
In a rink where no-ones at home
There stood in the centre our Rose bathed in red
A costume that consumes from head to toe
Her expression of pain and misery lost in vein
To the sound of a tortured mans soul
As his music kicks in Rose breaks cross the ice
A deathly vision of beauty seldom seen
Carving with grace her tracks crimson laced
As the blood flows so free from her torso
With a spin of despair and an axle of fear
She dances on with the pain of the world
For on her shoulders she carries all the burdens of those
Who’s shattered dreams born the cuts worn by Blood Rose
As her dance draws to an end the light slowly descends
A crack cuts through the ice in the dimming glow
Her program skated clean
Her last red crimson dream
Swallowed by the rink that for so long has been her home
With her presence now gone the music whines and echo’s its tears
The arena shakes mourning its beauty now lost
For now where once stood grace, a now desolate space
The lost grave of the lovely Blood Rose

standin alone

To any other,
But one girl,
The mixture of
Blood,
And metal,
Is a nightmare.
It keeps parents awake
At night,
As they toss,
And turn -
Anxious;
Afraid.
It's a reality
To today's teenager -
The cuts
On their wrists,
The pain
In their hearts,
The attention
Around them.
But for some,
A very small amount,
It's a determination;
A goal.
It's treated
With ease
And delicacy -
Not to be taken lightly,
But with seriousness.
And for this one girl -
This determination;
This goal -
Is her world.
Her life.
She cuts
Only once
And deeper
Than any other.
She watches
As the blood drops
Taking the pain,
Of her heart,
With it.
For one girl
It represents
Peace,
Freedom;
A new beginning.

cold sacrifice

the darkness creeps in.

It's digging into my skin.

It's turning me.

It's killing me.

Make it go away.

The life it sucks away.

My body gives way.

My knees are scabbed.

My arms are burnt.

Someone please save me.

I'm calling out your name.

The footsteps are the same.

You just keep walking away.

The burden that I carry.

The trees and leaves are buried.

Someone take me home.

Somebody save me from this lonely room.

I scream out as it takes me.

It grabs me and it makes me.

Into a creature of unknown.

Into a creature I do not show.

Your footsteps are receeding.

I'm dying deep inside.

Don't you know I'm doing this for you?

The deep and cold sacrafice.

The life I'm giving.

It ruins the living.

I sacrafice myself for you.

Would you do so for me too?

The darkness creeps in.

It's already in my skin.

This deep and cold sacrafice.

I'm taking it to my afterlife.

the death of a pulverised lover

my insides are burning, my outsides are shaking

i bend down to expell you, and the parts of us you left behind

no breath will come

i feel as if bits of me are dying; memories and dreams i didn't know were left

i've been lying in the road so long

and i've now been run over

will i ever get up, or will i simply stay here

and

finally

expire?

that day

The day you walked out of my life felt as though the dead air was breathing through my stale hair
The day you left me alone I could hear the wind cry a thousand deaths
That day I could not look at you and felt my insides ripping like needles cut through
That day I could see the night without a moon and the mysty sky filled with only clouds
That day I could hear the howls in the distance of lovers lost and felt as though they could hear me too
And I know that now a life without you shall forever turn my skies gray while yours remain blue.

once was love

Once upon a time there was love.Love was happy and love was vibrant.Love felt all the feelings that all lovers feel. Feelings of amazement, feelings of joy, feelings of excitement and most importantly the feeling of being loved back. Pure and total happiness that love thought no one could ever take from it or clout its judgment in any way. From this love a relationship grew. A loving relationship that grew in the once hopes of lasting forever.

Forever was cut short. Loves forever was cut short by the many things that tear a relationship apart. Ripped through love’s spine like a thousand sharp-cut knives. What once was forever was no more.Love was broken, love was lied to and love was pushed aside.Love was hurt and love was damned to walk the road of lonely hopeless romantics--alone.Love was left to wallow in its grief and disappointment of losing the love it once had. Left to be alone in this very dark and cold world, left to only remember the days when love was alive and happy.

Love has moved on to a new day and new chapter waiting to be unfolded. A new chapter filled with amazing new love waiting to be embraced by the caringsoul of wonderful person. Where there once was love, there is no more, but there is hope for a brighter tomorrow. A brighter tomorrow where love will grow and forever be held in the bright light of a sweet and everlasting embrace.

together in the dark

The world is dying slowly...

We are oblivious to the crisis at hand

I don't want to walk the world lonely

I need you to walk with me until the end

As we share our lives together

The path that lies ahead is so very dark

We can follow the light that flows from out hearts

As we share our lives together, alone in the dark

chains

The chains that restrain me leave me in so much pain

I am lost due to the things I have done

Lost in the dark and lost in my thoughts

Lost from the path I have so long sought
There are still many obstacles left for me to overcome

Obstacles that stop me dead in my tracks

Leaving me to my sadness

And no chance to relax

One day the dust will settle and I will be able to see the sun

Than this journey of misery will ultimately be done

The pain will be lifted of a thousand tons
And my path will be clear enough to break these chains

we are misery

We are

the lonely

.

We are

the forgotten

.

We are

misery

.

We are

the fallen

.

We reap

we hurt

all happiness

.

We scorn

with hatred

all good

.

clouds follow

the outcasted

all eternity

.

We can't

escape

be free

From lifelessness

.

We the

beaten down

and torn

are broken

beyond repair

.

damaged

in many ways

unfixable

.

Yet together

in one

dark land

.

We have

no hope

that greatness

will prevail

.

We have

no hope

in return

.

We have

no hope

in being

blessed

.

We do

not

help others

.

They don't

need us

.

We don't

help us

.

We have

nothing

.

nothing to

live for

dream for

wake up for

.

this catastrophy

peiced together

is not a life

.

It is the

heart broken

unlifted beat

of unrealistic

lies