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(Very quick very tired write) Punish the page Through the pen vent your rage Let it drip like blood from a knife Let it all out Let the pen scream and shout Let the ink be what saves you...
#NightDwellers I'm that hooded figure, At the end of your bed. I'm the boggy man, Understand what I said . I'm that reflection in the mirror, I'm that voice in your head.
- From the DarkSide, contains swearing- It's like standing in front of a train, I'm off the chain, May say insane.
2 inches long. No nose, huge ears. Shaped like domes. Long wings. With huge, sharp talons. On the ends. That it uses. To cling to trees. Slashing the bark. For some reason. That nobody can.
"Just a writer in a reading world" ~~~me.
Albatross, cherry grove. Is there something I don't know. Distant road Duplicated stencil When will it all show. That the fire is blue And your wings are white; Your voice is cracked, Shaken high.
Oh my gosh. I can't sleep!. Anyone got any sleeping advice because I've got two little cousins sleeping over and one snores like C R A Z Y!. Please help :(.
Forever one of the boys. Echoes of 'dude'. Yes I'm your pal. Always in that mood. You see I don't mind it. Until I get that glimpse. Of what life would be like. If I exhaled girly things.
#100things (Not in order and not quite 100 things) 1. Three Days Grace 2. Black Veil Brides 3. AC/DC 4. Queen 5. Metallica 6. Rob Zombie 7. Pink Floyd 8. Linkin Park 9. Three Doors Down 10.
#semifiction. *more bad language. 15+. I hate you you're dumb. You're tragic you're scum. I'd piss on your grave if you died. You're a whore you're a bitch. You're an evil sick witch.
Percy is a kid Evidently different Respected by Grover Clarisse is like Nancy Bobfit at Yancy Academy- mean. Just go with Percy.
just pull the trigger there'll be no more pain just tie the rope you've got no more to gain just use that knife even if tears will rain just take those pills don't let yourself live in vain just say...
He was tracing steps down my curves with his tongue. Kept going down and hit my spot. He gave me such pleasure. How I loved him so much. Ill never know nor understand. How he has such an impact on me.
Jag får jämt höra om hur jobbig jag blir när jag blir sur. Min familj tycker att jag beter mig konstigt och att bara jag är lika jobbig som 10 tjejer tillsammans.
Hey there guys, I haven't been able to write as much lately as I've been dead busy with other projects and college work. However, I intend to start writing poetry again.
#nightdwellers Warning-self injury and suicide references Memories long forgotten Locked away in my mind Barred behind walls A place where I can unwind Then you came along Knocking down my...
Ooo next chapter of LIVING WITH A BAD BOY is gonna be good.... Posted tomorrow..
Jag vaknade av att solen sken in i mitt rum, in genom gardinerna som jag hade dragit för fönstret.
"BANG" the door shut behind me rapidly. Shoot, mums gonna kill me. I ran up the stairs trying to be quite, I miserably failed.
Anybody out there know how to cure a lethal case of writers block. It makes me sad....
The bat is waiting. Hiding beneath the maple leaf. Perched on the branch. Dipping the tree. In the liquid light. That shines from it. It only catches. Fireflies. They give it its. Shine.
It has abnormal wings. Frilly and white. With black splotches. To mimic the shadows. It rests on the. Queen Annes Lace. And hunts there as well. Snagging with its silver teeth. The little bugs.
Everytime I look at him, He looks at me... Are we meant to be. Everytime I pass by him, He passes by me, Is this what you call destiny. Are we meant to be. Or is this what you call destiny....
The whitewing bat. Is the size of a fifty cent. Piece. Give or take a millimeter. It flies in front. Of the full moon. Hiding. Waiting for a stray moth. To flitter into its path. On the new moon.