CRISIS & YOU
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LeesAngel
Forum Posts: 193
Fire of Insight
7
Joined 6th Feb 2012Forum Posts: 193
Once upon a time it was all I ever knew,
The arguments within the family, the judgement from the rest.
I lost myself in faking, I found myself believing,
But it continues, the crisis I will have always possessed.
The arguments within the family, the judgement from the rest.
I lost myself in faking, I found myself believing,
But it continues, the crisis I will have always possessed.
skinnyjean
Llamaliscious
Forum Posts: 311
Llamaliscious
Thought Provoker
6
Joined 23rd May 2010Forum Posts: 311
Tenser, demented,
young one; I've lived through it
No triumph to still be here
It wasn't my decision.
Of everything I've seen
And everyone I've been
Lifes my saviour
And I am a being
That is all there is to winning.
young one; I've lived through it
No triumph to still be here
It wasn't my decision.
Of everything I've seen
And everyone I've been
Lifes my saviour
And I am a being
That is all there is to winning.
PierreTheMad
Forum Posts: 2772
Dangerous Mind
13
Joined 7th Dec 2009Forum Posts: 2772
Full Metal Jacket
He came home loaded
Waving himself in the air, threatening to go off
Barreling down upon his targets
Barely contained inside a chamber
It was nothing new
He always went off half-cocked and came back fully loaded
Waving himself in the air, threatening to go off
He liked the way we'd cower when his attention was turned our way
Barreling down upon us
Barely contained inside his dizzily spinning chambers
It was nothing new
But tonight, the safety was off and his hands were shaking
He was aiming to spit fire
To leave powder burns and bleeding wounds
Tonight the safety was off and his hands were shaking
And he waved himself around so we could cower
I was nothing new
But his attention turned toward me
Fully loaded, the spinning chamber locked itself in place
And he raised himself in the air, aiming to spit fire
To leave powder burns and bleeding wounds
He didn't like the way I cowered
And that's all the trigger needed
He set his sights on the hammer's mark and applied pressure
It was nothing new
But this time, when the hammer struck the casing,
A spark ignited inside the tightly packed powder
And the explosion became expression
A snap released a weapon lying dormant in a holster
(In the proper place to put it)
and it was something new
With no intent to cower
Fire spat and powder burned
Spent rounds ejected
While the carriage went for more
Sights set and shaking hands
Leaving empty spinning chambers
Powder burns and bleeding wounds
And hammers striking hollow casings
I barreled down upon him
Sights set and waving, threatening to go off
But there was something new
I liked the way he cowered
And I was aiming to spit fire
He came home loaded
Waving himself in the air, threatening to go off
Barreling down upon his targets
Barely contained inside a chamber
It was nothing new
He always went off half-cocked and came back fully loaded
Waving himself in the air, threatening to go off
He liked the way we'd cower when his attention was turned our way
Barreling down upon us
Barely contained inside his dizzily spinning chambers
It was nothing new
But tonight, the safety was off and his hands were shaking
He was aiming to spit fire
To leave powder burns and bleeding wounds
Tonight the safety was off and his hands were shaking
And he waved himself around so we could cower
I was nothing new
But his attention turned toward me
Fully loaded, the spinning chamber locked itself in place
And he raised himself in the air, aiming to spit fire
To leave powder burns and bleeding wounds
He didn't like the way I cowered
And that's all the trigger needed
He set his sights on the hammer's mark and applied pressure
It was nothing new
But this time, when the hammer struck the casing,
A spark ignited inside the tightly packed powder
And the explosion became expression
A snap released a weapon lying dormant in a holster
(In the proper place to put it)
and it was something new
With no intent to cower
Fire spat and powder burned
Spent rounds ejected
While the carriage went for more
Sights set and shaking hands
Leaving empty spinning chambers
Powder burns and bleeding wounds
And hammers striking hollow casings
I barreled down upon him
Sights set and waving, threatening to go off
But there was something new
I liked the way he cowered
And I was aiming to spit fire
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BleedingInferno219
Kristyn Ashley.
Forum Posts: 718
Kristyn Ashley.
Fire of Insight
11
Joined 3rd Apr 2011Forum Posts: 718
I Just Can't Quit.
The clock screeches for morning,
But I believe I was faster.
Staring it down for 2 hours now,
Realizing I’m a disaster.
Shaking sequins out of my hair,
Coat on one more layer of eyeliner,
The bad taste in my mouth, chased by liquor,
As I stumble out of the recliner.
My dress is short, but so am I.
I peel it off again to shower.
The smells of last night swim down the drain,
And once again, I’m feeling sour.
Clambering over living corpses,
Through this house that isn’t mine.
Starting the engine, changing on the way
To the next party I have to find.
A bag in the seat,
I packed it full of party favors.
Razors, pills, and needles,
Items responsible for my behavior.
Call me addicted, Tell me I’m trash.
I like to hear the dirty truth.
Take me to bed, I don’t give a damn.
Do me a favor, rip me in 2.
The clock screeches for morning,
But I believe I was faster.
Staring it down for 2 hours now,
Realizing I’m a disaster.
Shaking sequins out of my hair,
Coat on one more layer of eyeliner,
The bad taste in my mouth, chased by liquor,
As I stumble out of the recliner.
My dress is short, but so am I.
I peel it off again to shower.
The smells of last night swim down the drain,
And once again, I’m feeling sour.
Clambering over living corpses,
Through this house that isn’t mine.
Starting the engine, changing on the way
To the next party I have to find.
A bag in the seat,
I packed it full of party favors.
Razors, pills, and needles,
Items responsible for my behavior.
Call me addicted, Tell me I’m trash.
I like to hear the dirty truth.
Take me to bed, I don’t give a damn.
Do me a favor, rip me in 2.
Cinny
Forum Posts: 984
Fire of Insight
4
Joined 21st Feb 2012Forum Posts: 984
I am bleached in black,
A life where love is lacked.
I'm losing myself again in the abyss,
Holding my razor, cutting myself with it.
I'm bleeding, red the only splash of color in the dark,
The world has gone monochrome, empty, and stark.
One hollow beat from within my chest,
As I close my eyes, and fall in eternal rest.
Something I've been trying to tell,
Before I became this empty shell.
But nobody listened, so I played on deception,
As I spiraled deeper into my depression.
A noose around my neck as I stand on the chair,
I'm ready to kick it out, let my eyes give an empty stare.
I can't wait for the chill and the snap of my neck,
Now that my emotions went crazy and I'm just a wreck.
Who would've thought I'd come to such a low?
Who would've thought I wouldn't die as my blood flows?
Toes curl against the edge of the seat,
The cold wood burns through my feet.
I lift one and then the other,
Mentally apologizing to my mother.
I've failed like many others at what people call life,
When I received no more comfort from my knife.
A life where love is lacked.
I'm losing myself again in the abyss,
Holding my razor, cutting myself with it.
I'm bleeding, red the only splash of color in the dark,
The world has gone monochrome, empty, and stark.
One hollow beat from within my chest,
As I close my eyes, and fall in eternal rest.
Something I've been trying to tell,
Before I became this empty shell.
But nobody listened, so I played on deception,
As I spiraled deeper into my depression.
A noose around my neck as I stand on the chair,
I'm ready to kick it out, let my eyes give an empty stare.
I can't wait for the chill and the snap of my neck,
Now that my emotions went crazy and I'm just a wreck.
Who would've thought I'd come to such a low?
Who would've thought I wouldn't die as my blood flows?
Toes curl against the edge of the seat,
The cold wood burns through my feet.
I lift one and then the other,
Mentally apologizing to my mother.
I've failed like many others at what people call life,
When I received no more comfort from my knife.
BleedingInferno219
Kristyn Ashley.
Forum Posts: 718
Kristyn Ashley.
Fire of Insight
11
Joined 3rd Apr 2011Forum Posts: 718
Another Morning Without You.
My eyes are raw,
rubbed from crying.
Because again last night,
I caught myself lying.
Lying again,
to my little head.
“No, it can’t be,
my daughter’s not dead.”
I dare not to look over,
or to roll in my slumber.
No bassinet will be there,
still, I hide under covers.
Some songs I may not hear,
a few untouchable possessions.
My head is swimming rather fast,
from my ready-made depression.
I’m standing over the sink,
knuckles white from gripping the sides.
Not one peek into the mirror,
gasping, down I slide.
Just one more morning,
made it through the night.
That leaves me counting down days
to the rest of my life.
My eyes are raw,
rubbed from crying.
Because again last night,
I caught myself lying.
Lying again,
to my little head.
“No, it can’t be,
my daughter’s not dead.”
I dare not to look over,
or to roll in my slumber.
No bassinet will be there,
still, I hide under covers.
Some songs I may not hear,
a few untouchable possessions.
My head is swimming rather fast,
from my ready-made depression.
I’m standing over the sink,
knuckles white from gripping the sides.
Not one peek into the mirror,
gasping, down I slide.
Just one more morning,
made it through the night.
That leaves me counting down days
to the rest of my life.
diddi
Paul Summerscales
Forum Posts: 1592
Paul Summerscales
Dangerous Mind
36
Joined 18th Dec 2009Forum Posts: 1592
Bring Her Home
Bring her home
please
she's my baby girl
I plead
she belongs with me
this is wrong
don't you see .
Her bike lies outside
my pain it hikes
to an all time high ,
I see her pink hair brush
low can't sink , as it's way to much
bring her home please
my worlds on hold
in the cold , of freeze .
The days , the nights
I strain my pain for life ,
memories swirl
my mind , my baby girl ,
shadows of her face
I try so hard to trace ,
devastation seems
to me , to be so lame ,
I try to call her
I'm ignored
I go insane
I'm her mother , her father
in her life of everyday ,
if this goes much further
I'll die now anyday ,
does this mean nothing to you
as you , do turn away .
Stab me to death
and tear my soul apart
crush my chest
run me over in your car ,
for that is best
than this hole
right through my heart ,
I'm the walking dead
in this land of oh so far .
My energy drains away ,
like a ghost in long gone days
my eyes are now in flames
her voice , my mind does play ,
I stare at all her games
they glare like razor blades
bring my J.J home
to god I do so pray ,
Her brothers and I
are so now zombified ,
we cuddle and cry
and they , just don't know why .
For christs sake
oh why , is it I you hate
for she's only nine
it's not her choice to make .
Bring her home
please
she's my baby girl
I plead
she belongs with me
this is wrong
don't you see .
Her bike lies outside
my pain it hikes
to an all time high ,
I see her pink hair brush
low can't sink , as it's way to much
bring her home please
my worlds on hold
in the cold , of freeze .
The days , the nights
I strain my pain for life ,
memories swirl
my mind , my baby girl ,
shadows of her face
I try so hard to trace ,
devastation seems
to me , to be so lame ,
I try to call her
I'm ignored
I go insane
I'm her mother , her father
in her life of everyday ,
if this goes much further
I'll die now anyday ,
does this mean nothing to you
as you , do turn away .
Stab me to death
and tear my soul apart
crush my chest
run me over in your car ,
for that is best
than this hole
right through my heart ,
I'm the walking dead
in this land of oh so far .
My energy drains away ,
like a ghost in long gone days
my eyes are now in flames
her voice , my mind does play ,
I stare at all her games
they glare like razor blades
bring my J.J home
to god I do so pray ,
Her brothers and I
are so now zombified ,
we cuddle and cry
and they , just don't know why .
For christs sake
oh why , is it I you hate
for she's only nine
it's not her choice to make .
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drone
Forum Posts: 155
Fire of Insight
1
Joined 3rd Sep 2011 Forum Posts: 155
Looking though these bars
of my own design
wishful thinking
my only crime
with sadness
are these steps i take
through the ruins
of my past mistakes
a skeletal grasp
my only line
away from the chaos
of my paranoid mind
of my own design
wishful thinking
my only crime
with sadness
are these steps i take
through the ruins
of my past mistakes
a skeletal grasp
my only line
away from the chaos
of my paranoid mind