The Perfect OneYou were lying thereSilentPerfectI couldn't look awayI graced you that nightwith my imperfect tearsAnd my childish fearsAnd I knew thendeath was somethingyou couldn'twait to see
Razor Blades pt2Razor Blades pt2Im Lying in the bedSheets stained in black in redWhy that surpriseThat look in your eyesWhat did you think the bracelets were for?I mean you're the one the screams were for!So I wouldn't/ couldn'tHate you anymoreAnd if you leave that's fineBecause I see you ineveryfuckinglineWhy are you crying?Is it because I'm dying?Or is it because of the medsLying on the bed?Take as many as you wantJust leave the reds
CreatureThey Skitteredacross the surfaceWe screamedbut theynever heard us
When its Gone...As I sit and watch the lights burnoutMy mind forces me to shoutWhat now?What now?What do you want from me?What can someone so littleOffer you?You who have everythingbut still finds joyin staring at the,paleemptyuselessMoonTelling methat I'll finduse for somethingWhen it's gone foreverBut how can IWhen the light never goes out?
Mr. MurderThe Trigger pulls backIt's my cross to bearOhIt's my cross to bearDeath rings in your earsAcknowledge butDon't live with your fearsFor life isn't the only thingI'm ending with this gun
RainThe rain starts and night stops, A sigh is heard and the window drops. The rain plays a mournful tune, that it is to scared too play at noon. The clouds break and the moon shines through, The crickets start there cheerful tune. Night starts again anew.
LoveI wake to darknessgrey never breaks inwhere to begin?What brought me here?endless fearFear is what brought me herelove is whats holding me backThey know how to make me crackyou know how to fix me backwhat to do?its to early to thinkcould I run?(run with a chain like yours?)should I stay?stay here and ignite the fearswhats holding me back?Love.
Only Shout(can you hear me?)are you loud?(I want to scream!)only shout(whats this all about)Im realyour real(when was I a fake?)Sleep never made you wake(maybe Im real when Im awake?)its to latedeaths a parlor trick so is fate(but fates to complicated to be a trick!)and deaths not?you think its simplejust to rot?(I want to scream!)...my its getting late(no wait!)waiting never helped(maybe it can!)it never will.
RegretI watch the moon rise an and the sunsetand find it so hard to forgettime weighs on my mindas you hand me your lineI push it asideand you start to chideon the verge of tearsI swallow your fearswhy do they taste so fake to me?you take in a breathit hangs in your chestit could be your lastbut I let it passand you take anotherand anotherand anotherand anotheryour now smoothering me with affectionI try to reject andI watch the sunrise and the moon setand find it so easy to regret
This Was Funny OnceYou like to think thatyour illness is only you.You like to think thatwhen you're highand chemicals are swimming in your veins,only you experience it.Everything you're ever lovedis turning into everything you've ever hatedbut you don't seem to careas you bring the bottleto your cracked lips.The only thing you're proud ofhas scars decorating her bodyfrom all of her failed attemptsat escaping this hell you've created.You like to thinkyour sickness is only youbut every timethat amber liquid slides down your throat,anybody who cares about youis forced to watch youslowly kill yourself.
Creative Struggle~~~~~~~~My mind breaksbeneath the coversshakingin a cornerlocked in my roomPatiently I waitchewing through a nailFor these words I writeto form or fail~~~~~~~~ - Written by Word of Chen
swan diveserpent eyes, you stair-step the ladder of my spinewith parched lips and whispered treasures,weaving an enchantment measureddeep like waves across sweat-slicked skin,your breath a gasping, breaking me inwith a grin, you let your knuckles do the talking,walking promises like dogs pulling at the leashavoiding the corner fire hydrants because that's where the town meetsto swap gossip like spitand you can't stand to let your secrets slipso they pool instead at the cornersof your poison-chapped lipswhen i leave for calmer waters and wider lanes,catch your heart as it drops,jot your number on scrap paper,drop my name in the right circle and maybe they'll go 'roundtelling you i risked it all to find myself,a paralyzed swan diving from high spaceson a dare to feel everything except broken...but more likely they'll scoot out their chairs,flip you the bird, and leave without saying anything
Simdi Bir Yerlerde"Gün günden odamın şeklini alıyorum"ŞİMDİ BİR YERLERDEŞimdi bir yerlerde topraklara su döküyor kadınlarŞimdi bir yerlerde ekinler tohumlanıyorSazlıkların orman orman diplerinde karıncalar sevişiyorKumsallarda toprağa değiyor ayGüneşin hatırasına sarılıyorDalgalanıyor kumsalÇoban yıldızı gözlerini yumuyorŞimdi bir yerlerde deniz kokuyorKimsesiz köpekler ayaklarını denize sokuyorMandıralarda peynire, yoğurda ölüyor ineklerÇeltikler, sulak ama yalnız güneş ülkesiDerinlerinde tane tane incilerDerinlerinde yeşillerDerinlerinde bir tok toprakÇeltiklere varamayan sularDoyuruyor karpuzları, buğdayları, günebakanlarıKovana dolar gibiŞehirlere doluşmuş et et kalabalıklarıBu
The Stalker's PathYou allowed my presenceTo be your maladySo fragile in essenceWith vulnerabilityThe last of the lettersHas finally been sentNo newspaper cuttingsJust these feelings to ventAlone in my abodeAt the dining room tableI relinquish romanceTo the realms of fableThe time of no replyHolds sway over my lifeFork for food, spoon for sauceRedundant is my knifeArrogant ignoranceHave you forgot my nameWatch from your widow's walkAs you drench me in shameOut to sea, out of sightYou cast my memoryI'll run aground on the shoresOf your inequity
the reoccurring kindawakeI gasp andclasp youtightyou smile andkiss my eyesand Iawake Igasp andclasp youtightyou smileand kiss my eyesand Iawake I gaspand claspyou tightyou smileand kiss my eyesand I awake.
VIRTUAL INSANITYReality your concept,of cause and effectCommon to your belief,of order and disorderA world of regret,of chaos and introspection
day ninei. starting over i'm deserting bitterness and battle plans in favour of yeats, plath, and fitzgerald; i'm going to put myself together again. you nodded in what i suppose was approval, but offered no encouragement except for a small and tender smile; quickly gone. you've little to say to me these days, although we always do our best. we sat silent in the park; winter at a chilly height, while the last words of an unsatisfying latte ( soy, extra shot ) lay heavy and uncomfortable with malt biscuits in my stomach, and with the knowledge that, come tomorrow, i'll be right back where i started.ii. insomnia there are some quiet nights when it almost feels as if i've been placed on the wrong side of daylight;
day eighti. let down your guard i must admit; there is nothing at all that i find more becoming than a subconscious smile, than a door into your thoughts, than a heart free of armour. ii. like what i like i seek a symphony-saturated soul; rasied upon nocturne lullabies i search in every ( suspended ) harmony for someone who's searching, too. i seek a writer, reader, poet; who bleeds in melifluous metaphor and i'll fall so quickly for the wordsmith who crafts his stanzas with an infinity of careiii. cherish love me deeply, hold me; make me believe there's nothing else in the world. let that be enough.
HowlDemons in the Skyas they go flying by,I hide one insideIt tears me apartand swallows my heartI burst into flamesand forgetmyuselessname