i close my eyes
i try so hard not to cry
my skin rips
blood runs down my arms
my heart is broken
i feel like i am broken
i know he dosent care
i know i mean nothing to him
yet i smile, laugh, and make it seem like
i am happy
no
i have forgotten what those words mean
i havent been happy in years
i havent smiled
until i met him
i now know i mean nothing to him
i know ill never be anything to him
this hurts more then anything i haved ever come to know
it hurts to know he's looking for someone else
and he says one things when he means another
i wish i could just understand
why
he dosent feel the same
One Day He'll be mine I'l by zlandfan666, literature
Literature
One Day He'll be mine I'l
One Day
He'll be mine
I'll be his
I'll hold his hand
whenever i please
He'll hold me
whenever he wishes
I'll kiss him
whenever he asks
or when i want to
He'll come see me
when I ask him to
or whenever he wants me to
I'll miss him
He'll miss me
at night
during the day
i wish today
was that day
My parents had been driving for about six hours. It was getting quite boring driving in cricles seeing the same wooded area."Mom? where are we going?" that had to be the millionth time i had asked and i hadn't got an answer.
My mother and father whispered to one another and then turned back toward me and said "We're going to the family crypt." she smiled at me and i saw her k9 teeth. they had always been sharp as so with my father's, but mine were normal not a thing like theirs.
I smiled back and said " why do we have to go their?"
"just to visit a old friend Charlotte." her smile faded and she turned forward. the she turned on the radi
i close my eyes
i try so hard not to cry
my skin rips
blood runs down my arms
my heart is broken
i feel like i am broken
i know he dosent care
i know i mean nothing to him
yet i smile, laugh, and make it seem like
i am happy
no
i have forgotten what those words mean
i havent been happy in years
i havent smiled
until i met him
i now know i mean nothing to him
i know ill never be anything to him
this hurts more then anything i haved ever come to know
it hurts to know he's looking for someone else
and he says one things when he means another
i wish i could just understand
why
he dosent feel the same
One Day He'll be mine I'l by zlandfan666, literature
Literature
One Day He'll be mine I'l
One Day
He'll be mine
I'll be his
I'll hold his hand
whenever i please
He'll hold me
whenever he wishes
I'll kiss him
whenever he asks
or when i want to
He'll come see me
when I ask him to
or whenever he wants me to
I'll miss him
He'll miss me
at night
during the day
i wish today
was that day
List of Marianas Trench songs by futuremrsramsay, literature
Literature
List of Marianas Trench songs
Acadia
Alibis
Alive again
All to myself
Beside you
B Team
By now
Celebrity Status
Cross my heart
Cross my heart (acoustic)
Decided to break it
Desperate Measures
Ever After
Fallout
Far from here
Feeling small
Fix me
Good to you
Good to you (ft. Jessica Lee)
Haven't had enough
Lover dearest
Low
Masterpiece theater Pt. 1
Masterpiece theater Pt. 2
Masterpiece theater Pt. 3
Masterpiece theater I
Masterpiece theater II
Masterpiece theater III
No place like home
Perfect
Porcelain
Push
Say Anything
September
Shake Tramp
Sing Sing
Skin & bones
So it goes
So soon
Stutter
Toy Soldiers
Truth or dare
Vertigo
I - Wish
By might of all and might of none
And blazing fury of the sun,
By right of magic now begun
As I do will, it shall be done!
II - Summoning
By virgin's blood and words arcane
By angel's tears and dead man's pain,
With fires straight from Hell's domain,
To earth the demons come again!
III - Baleful Polymorph
By tongue of bat and poor man's boot
And mystic might of mandrake root,
By swampland's murk and fairy's flute,
I turn thee now into - a newt!
IV - Slay Living
By demon's blood and gorgon's head
I utter now these words of dread:
By onyx black and ruby red
May those who've wronged me now drop dead!
V - TG: MtF
By
What Is Wicca?
History
Wicca is a neo-pagan religion based on the pre-Christian traditions of England, Ireland, Scotland, and Wales. Its origins can be traced even further back to Paleolithic peoples who worshipped a Hunter God and a Fertility Goddess. Cave paintings found in France (and dated at 30,000 years old) depict a man with the head of a stag, and a woman with a swollen, pregnant belly. They stand in a circle with eleven mortals. These archetypes of the divine are worshipped by Wiccans to this very day. By these standards, the religion that is now called Wicca, is perhaps the oldest religion in the world.
In 1951, the laws against
Opening my eyes, I saw a great, vile yellow sky. This isn't right, I thought. Peering at my arms and legs, painful as it was, I saw the familiar mix of orange and black from the HEV suit. Though my body protested, I managed to stand up, and look around whilst sweeping dirt and grime off the suit. Around me were building, or rather, husks of what used to be buildings. Yet, there was a noise, that permeated through everything it seemed, a dull drone that seemed almost human. The familiar drone of headcrab infested humans. This is going to be one hell of a ride, I thought to myself.
After searching around the shed I found myself lying
Standing on my roof
Wind blowing in my hair
All alone was I
Because of my who I'd come to be
Others only stared
Then it began to storm
Salt tears on fresh rain
I fell off my roof
Sure soon to feel more pain
You caught me without harm
Even in the awful beating
Of the thundering rain
All the tourment of lonelyness
And all my inside pain
Your my sheild and Coat of Arms
My flag to show the way
After all the awful things I said
Even closer now you stay
And my heart this Rooftop Storm tonight
Forever will be warmed
By a fire I'll never let fade
As the breath from his nostrils
Flares over the skin in my neck
It sends goose bumps
All over my body
My heart beats wildly
As he inhales my scent
His lips brush over my vein
Before he kisses the spot there
I feel his teeth gently
Gently scraping the tender flesh
A split second before his sharp
Sharp fangs sink in
I gasp as he pulls me closer
Closer into his deadly embrace
My hands glide up from his back
To the back of his head
As I pull him tighter still
To cradle him to me
I wanted this oh so badly
I wanted him to take
Take all of me
To drink me in
Every last drop
As soon I saw him across
Across the dance floor
Love is lusting
Love is trusting
Love is thrusting.
Minus two
if you do-
But know
that Sex
is a vex;
A curse
for the worse.
A voice
without choice.
Indeed,
to lope
and cope.
Pulling the pieces
Through nephews and nieces.
Making mingle
be single.
Singular-
Like the word unheard.
But those
who speak
are weak.
Just fuck
and with luck -
The Sun
will shine
Devine.
But those who care
will spare;
Those who live
will give.
But what is life
without Sex?
A goddamn vex.
This poem is about sex.
(yeah, that got your attention)
This poem is about sex.
This poem is about love.
This poem is about living in your sexuality
instead of being afraid of it.
This poem is about saying fuck you
to everyone who told you
its wrong.
Its dirty.
Its shameful.
This poem is about the sin so natural
it takes you to heaven on earth.
This poem is about turning the key,
finding your voice,
making your own choice.
This poem is about independence,
decision,
instead of buying into all their misery.
Honestly.
Abstinence class
150 pages of health text book telling you
Favourite genre of music: anything Favourite photographer: dont have one Favourite style of art: textlie Operating System: ladtop MP3 player of choice: ipod Wallpaper of choice: purple Skin of choice: pale Personal Quote: talk shit get hit
u brought me into this world and now u want to take me out thats fine i dont give a flying fuck u are my mither and now ur gonna leave me to died in the street fine fuck u i have all the people i live with me a bottle of pill and a bottle of jack fuck u i got them and i happy ur not here to stop me
the darkness pulls me in
losing you have done this to me
i have brought this upon myself
i have no heart or love to give
i gave it all to you