| This is a song I wrote when my favorite Guitarist was here, playing his guitar and singing for me. I really like this one. |
| This is a song I wrote when my favorite Guitarist was here, playing his guitar and singing for me. I really like this one. |
| I really like this piece, It has alot of depth and feeling for me. It is very personal and thankfully the basis for writing it is fictional. I'd love some feedback on it. |
| My first short story that I actually like. Wrote for *DgenRetEliteRabbit's Literary contest. Thanks so much rabbit for the inspiration (: |


Simple ManI'm bleeding out my heart With every cord I strum in beat And I'm crying notes in tune To the classic G string You've become mySimple Man
Greatest inspiration My haunting dream I'm lost in the arms
Of my true love Suffocating for my Second place A crazy girl to rescue me.
These bars come and go in precession, I can't even remember the name of the last one, It's been weeks since I've seen anything but smokey rooms and drunken attitudes, and I still sing out my heart so I don't miss you.
I've shown you my face And still you don't see the


Shadows Of EvilI broke my heart so it would stop to run Dreaming of slicing into veins So the flaming lick of pain can Haze my brain.Shadows Of Evil
No outlet No soothing balm to escape The hurt inside Ripped apart at the seems How I pray to die.
I withdraw from myself To separate my anguish And cure my mental health I've torn my life into pieces I can't unravel the jigsaw To make things right again.
I should have stayed where I began Better a victim than to loose Everything I ever had Death taunts me but Never grants it's promise. &


The call of the reaperIt's become to much I can't endure Death holds an appeal I can't deny no more. Life has given me a good load It's been a hell of a road But I'm so tired of holding on It's time I think for letting go. I feel so insignificant Less than an ant I'm not so omnipotent anymore.The call of the reaper
And really who's lives would be
Changed if mine were to end? My kids will be leaving me soon My favorite holiday spent locked In a four by four steel room. I've landed on the bottom And there's more ways to go than just up. I've been crawling on my belly
Scouring the dirt


Anthrax cloud number9My words are not intended to slander, to pain or wound in anyway, It's amazing that when I want them to matter They get swept under the carpetAnthrax cloud number9
As if they weren't worth the breath to say. I really wish you could see I'm more simple than you make me
Out to be. My karma fairy came back
To deliver destiny it seems. I will not do yoga or gymnastics Nor crawl upon streets of nails To prove myself to you, I am me and I'm sorry
But that's all I will be. I'm only the icing on your cake anyway Insignificant in the scheme of things I try to believe


Royal FlushKeep your options open Hold, don't play or fold them. Cause damn straight The other side hasn't stopped looking, On the outtake their prey their stalkin. It's just an intermission All part of the game, Each entrant has their role to play. Hold you head high Never let them see you cry, And for gods sake when theyRoyal Flush
Ask you about your feelings girl You better lie. With a blank face Bet light. Don't pressure or ridicule Let them trump their own side. It's not the better hand It's the bluff that wins. Given my instructions at the age o


The night Santa DiedMy name is Lucy and I'm five years old Last year for Christmas Santa brought a divorce to my home. Now my dad lives in New Jersey, my mom in New York. I've tried all year to get on the bad list I don't want that chubby home wrecker to bring me shit.The night Santa Died
Last night my momma told me that though I was bad Santa wouldn't forget me he forgives and forgets. So I snuck out of bed, and crept quiet as a mouse I booby trapped the chimney and left Rufus our Rottweiler out.
I poisoned his cookies and pee'd in his milk Then out on the lawn I stood and I sprayed The roof with the h


MotherDear Mother, Wherever you may be Remember that you have a daughter Wondering where you are.Mother
Remember that you made a child And kept her for three months And then you'd given her up And she's wondering who you are
Don't forget you had a baby girl To whom you'd given a name But even though the name has changed She still uses it for you
Don't bother to count the years past To her, that doesn't matter For her eithteenth birthday wish is Just to be able to call you "mother"
To her, nothing else matters Than seeing the l


A perfect momentI hold myself in your eyes,A perfect moment
your hand is steady as it caresses mine.
You put the smile on my face,
and it seems as if the world is full of joy.
You have taken me from your dreams,
and now I drape myself before you.
I languish in your attention, your eyes lighting up,
you give me the breath of life.
Your imagination runs parallel to the features of this world,
and somehow I don't think they will ever see it truly.
I do though, this person stuck in a forgotten page,
drawn by your hand under the sunlight.
A perfect moment was born when i was
| I'm a little on the psychotic side, temperamental and moody. I've been looking for the good life, so far been lost in the dark. I listen to a variety of music, just not techno, classical or gospel. I write constantly about things in my life or others. Most of my work is poetry although a few songs are mixed in. My style is mostly free verse and most of it is dark in nature. No happily ever after in my work. My inspiration comes from all things, and I can write about anything. I'm not a poet for the fame or glory cause as we all know a poet doesn't become "famous" unless they are dead. I write because I have too, there are stories in me that must be told. I have been writing since I was twelve years old, Talent flows like a river through my family. My dad and brother are excellent artists, their drawing's unique, My sister shares my passion for poetry and I have to admit she's better than I am( Her work is more of a mystery and her style far different from my own). My older brother can weld anything into a work of art. My middle brother and my mother missed out on the creativity gene's. I am twenty-seven years old and I am a single mother of three children, my daughter (8yrs) and two boys (5yrs and 4yrs). Most days I just try to get by without loosing myself. My writing is my salvation! I am a piercing and Tattoo freak, I currently have 12 piercings and 6 tatt's. I am planning on getting at least another 4 tatts in the next few months. I think I am ok on piercings but only time will tell (: |
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