neverment2brag Posted November 14, 2007 Report Share Posted November 14, 2007 haha thank youuuu Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
neverment2brag Posted November 14, 2007 Report Share Posted November 14, 2007 Little poem I wrote... The Thing Is... You say I'm a freak You say I'm an outcast You say a lot of things But you see, the thing is... You say 'fuck off' You say 'go and die' You say 'leave me alone' But you see, the thing is... You've said a lot And now it's my turn So shut up and listen to me Because you see, the thing is I'm in love with you... aaww thats so cute, i love that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MarMaramore Posted November 16, 2007 Report Share Posted November 16, 2007 ^ I do agree..but you say f**K lot. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
holleh Posted November 16, 2007 Report Share Posted November 16, 2007 That is really cute. It's like "Yo f you buddy" But then it's like "butI love you..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lahninja Posted November 16, 2007 Report Share Posted November 16, 2007 so do you. =] lol actually, i dont think ive seen you swear on here o.O Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MarMaramore Posted November 16, 2007 Report Share Posted November 16, 2007 haha...I havent really...haha wellll here is a little random crap thing I did for drama class....we had to write something so yeah... lalala....about cutting.... People ask me why I did it. They ask what could have been so horrible that I would do that to myself. They tell me I must be crazy, or that I belong in an institute. People always ask me when I started. They always ask if I did it for love, or for hate, or for a number of things. I always think back to when I was little. Back to when there was a family to come home to that I knew was mine. It seems like forever, though it’s only been a few months now. I remember the family picnics. The times we always went bowling for family nights. The times my father beat me, while my mother stood in the kitchen watching, but doing nothing about it. No. I’m glad to have this place - no, home. I have only been here a short period of time, but already, I call my adoptive parents Mom and Dad. I already feel like they are my Family. My only family. But still, I like to look back at the good times. Sometimes, even the bad times. Then, I would cut. The pain my Father had inflicted upon me, doubled by my own actions, feelings, thoughts. They torment me still. That’s why I would only count on myself. I was the only one who could control my pain. So I would cut. And bleed. And cry. And hope that someday, my family will forgive me - no, let go of what they knew that I did to myself. It seems like everyone knew that I did it. That they expected it from me. It wasn’t only because of my father. Or school. Or friends. It was because it was the only pain I knew I could control. The only one I could prove to myself was real. But it’s been a while now, since I hurt myself. Since they found me on the floor of my bedroom with a razor in my hand and my eyes wet and closed. Since I woke up in the hospital with nobody next to me to be sure that I was OK. Since I got this new home, I am fine. This is where I plan to live, and love, and become the girl I was born to be. Myself. then the other day....kinda random, makes no sense, but still somewhat hmmmm.... Driven by the tides You know You could just fill your glass up Toast to empty words Or there would be nothing left to love (to love) And! When you’re old and out of breath Who’s going to take you out of it? Who’s going to make you try harder (try harder) WHEN! Will you see There’s nothing here that you want to be WHERE! Will we be in 20 years Alone, and away from these monstrous fears WHAT! Do you think they’d think About the thoughts that I’m thinking WHEN! Will you see… Away from it all You know You could just throw it all away Brake the hearts - of millions! (of millions) But! You know you could never be What they perceived you to be What would you want them to say (TO SAY!) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mylittttledecoy Posted November 21, 2007 Report Share Posted November 21, 2007 this life is full of broken bones and broken things and broken wings fulfill my wants, destroy my needs you're forgetting it's my hand that feeds i'll forget about you now, i'll think about forgiving later i know everything you never told me you're not as secret as you wish you were i hate secrets more than anything. i'll stay to die with you, only because i love to see you cry i love to hear you scream ..with lack of better term. destroy yourself, burn the books on the shelf i'm coming home tonight, but i lost the key. i'm forgetting about you as we speak i'll probably forgive you sometime next week you never told me you were scared of flying i've mistaken you for saying you're prepared for dying. the words, the kisses, oh the tears over the years i'm not even sure this will bite, you can keep a secret right? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Arya Posted November 21, 2007 Report Share Posted November 21, 2007 haha...I havent really...haha wellll People ask me why I did it. They ask what could have been so horrible that I would do that to myself. They tell me I must be crazy, or that I belong in an institute. People always ask me when I started. They always ask if I did it for love, or for hate, or for a number of things. I always think back to when I was little. Back to when there was a family to come home to that I knew was mine. It seems like forever, though it’s only been a few months now. I remember the family picnics. The times we always went bowling for family nights. The times my father beat me, while my mother stood in the kitchen watching, but doing nothing about it. No. I’m glad to have this place - no, home. I have only been here a short period of time, but already, I call my adoptive parents Mom and Dad. I already feel like they are my Family. My only family. But still, I like to look back at the good times. Sometimes, even the bad times. Then, I would cut. The pain my Father had inflicted upon me, doubled by my own actions, feelings, thoughts. They torment me still. That’s why I would only count on myself. I was the only one who could control my pain. So I would cut. And bleed. And cry. And hope that someday, my family will forgive me - no, let go of what they knew that I did to myself. It seems like everyone knew that I did it. That they expected it from me. It wasn’t only because of my father. Or school. Or friends. It was because it was the only pain I knew I could control. The only one I could prove to myself was real. But it’s been a while now, since I hurt myself. Since they found me on the floor of my bedroom with a razor in my hand and my eyes wet and closed. Since I woke up in the hospital with nobody next to me to be sure that I was OK. Since I got this new home, I am fine. This is where I plan to live, and love, and become the girl I was born to be. Myself. I am in love with that poem. It's amazing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lahninja Posted November 21, 2007 Report Share Posted November 21, 2007 it is =] mariahs great =] lol MORE MORE MORE ..how dya like it, how dya like it? xD i just heard that song from my scabby neighbours garden Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jorgi Posted November 22, 2007 Report Share Posted November 22, 2007 this life is full of broken bonesand broken things and broken wings fulfill my wants, destroy my needs you're forgetting it's my hand that feeds i'll forget about you now, i'll think about forgiving later i know everything you never told me you're not as secret as you wish you were i hate secrets more than anything. oh, yum <3. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jaseyyann Posted November 22, 2007 Report Share Posted November 22, 2007 ^amazzzzziiing i'd post another of mine but i cant find them at the moment. its bothering me.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
neverment2brag Posted November 23, 2007 Report Share Posted November 23, 2007 a little poem i just thought up: Everyone laughing. Everyone taunting. No one listening... Some one help me. You say you dont mean to... But do you REALLY mean it? You say your sorry... But ARE you? I say im okay... But AM i?? No. No im not. Take me seriously for once. Listen to what i have to say. "oh shut up, get over it...move on with your day!" Sometimes i cant. Sometimes i dont want to. Sometimes i want to sulk all day, And never get up... Never move a muscle. Just lay in my bed and think of the hurt. Beause forgetting about it all... doesnt ALWAYS work. So let me cry. Let me sulk. Its not hurting you, So why would you give a fuck? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jammer Posted November 23, 2007 Report Share Posted November 23, 2007 Here we go again... Glimmer Dark sky over my head Rain pours down my neck Didn't think it can get worse But here we are once again... No matter how bad it gets No matter how shit I feel I take comfort in knowing You are my glimmer... One day after the other The rat race grinding me down I just want to end it all But you are worth fighting for... *chorus* I take comfort in the fact That you are my glimmer Your smile brightens my spirit Makes me more able to face This dreary world of ours You are my glimmer, my one hope... *chorus twice more* You are my glimmer.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MarMaramore Posted November 23, 2007 Report Share Posted November 23, 2007 ^ wonderful.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Arya Posted November 24, 2007 Report Share Posted November 24, 2007 I love it, Jimster! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jorgi Posted November 24, 2007 Report Share Posted November 24, 2007 ? what just happened? oh, you made me sing a song so sweet a toothache or a heartache wouldn't go amiss. and oh, wait a minute you make me think i'm far too alive by a shimmer and a shiver straight from your lips. and i missed that feeling the second you stepped away so i'll fall into step with you and i'll walk my life on by, right on by with you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MarMaramore Posted November 24, 2007 Report Share Posted November 24, 2007 ooooh....I get toothaches too...haha just kidding...I like it.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
my.heart. Posted November 27, 2007 Report Share Posted November 27, 2007 sorry for such a hiatus everybody :] the valour of the hero and the glory of the house i never thought i'd have to say you're what i love the most. learning as i grow what's right and wrong and true, i was taught to laugh and smile and hate incase i'm without you. can't lock me in the closet the phantom sings his words her painful song of lonely guilt has yet to be misheard. to feel like you are nothing, is something you don't know but grief is only tears when you've nothing left to show. ***** moving faster than the best seasons you make it right for all the wrong reasons i thought we'd do better than this a brand new dress insists raised on my eyes, your wit the ice cold fire was lit i thought you'd have the dignity to lend a hand to my adventure but the hero dropped dead right at the clencher we should talk i should walk we should talk we need to talk i wouldn't bet on desire but the flames are getting higher and when it rains, i'll let you know. i slept in the shadow of you your dark conscience blinded me too the lights are still on in the corner of my mind, you're not gone stand up, fight now forever respect, you aren't that clever i thought you'd have the dignity to lend a hand to my adventure but the hero dropped dead right at the clencher we should talk i should walk we should talk we need to talk i wouldn't bet on desire but the flames are getting higher and when it rains, i'll let you know we should talk i should walk we should talk (that's it, it's all we talked about) we should talk i should walk we need to talk we should talk i should walk we should talk we need to talk i wouldn't bet on desire but the flames are getting higher and when it rains, i'll let you know ***** i could stay awake to the sound of your voice my heart beats restlessly and so i haven't a choice oh, but the way he looks looks across the crowded street i've seen nothing yet but we've yet to meet i want to see the snowflakes stopping in the air they stopped so i could see his face more clearly and the rare eyes of liquid gold set the burning gaze afire i'd say goodbye, but let us try i bet you would hold, my hand. ***** i need someone to lean on with my words inside their skull a breath that's never lonely and a smile that's never dull i saw you walking in the snow your hair had caught the light the sun shines through each perfect strand but it's you that shines so bright. i'd like to grow a little bigger, to hide her from your sight she can smile and cry, and pout her lips but you went home alone tonight. i know you wouldn't dare to dream of some adventure new but what's there left to say about what's old, or borrowed or blue? you probably won't read this your eyes are somewhere else the way the moon held your face that night was purely false. ***** Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jorgi Posted November 27, 2007 Report Share Posted November 27, 2007 woohoo ! (: sorry for such a hiatus everybody :] the valour of the hero and the glory of the house i never thought i'd have to say you're what i love the most. learning as i grow what's right and wrong and true, i was taught to laugh and smile and hate incase i'm without you. can't lock me in the closet the phantom sings his words her painful song of lonely guilt has yet to be misheard. to feel like you are nothing, is something you don't know but grief is only tears when you've nothing left to show. ***** moving faster than the best seasons you make it right for all the wrong reasons i thought we'd do better than this a brand new dress insists raised on my eyes, your wit the ice cold fire was lit Dear pencil, I'd like to have written those words in that precise order, thanks much. ...amazing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jammer Posted November 27, 2007 Report Share Posted November 27, 2007 ^I love that second one! Somehow I can imagine it in my head with Hayley singing it....not that that's a bad thing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Arya Posted November 28, 2007 Report Share Posted November 28, 2007 ^ Oh my gosh. Those are amazing! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jorgi Posted November 29, 2007 Report Share Posted November 29, 2007 I'm supposed to be revising, pshaw. -- the situation isn't quite as sophisticated, as first anticipated or assumed the lighting and the laughter casts shadows, tense and terrifying in the room and all is not as it should be it should be calm and controlled, if i knew this was how it would be i'd never have gotten involved and oh, i left the wrong side of bed this morning, i left the wrong bed entirely and completely and the wrong house and the wrong life, with the wrong person left beside me and all is not as it should be, it should be warm and reassuring that's how he'll always be tall, smart and so alluring this arrangement isn't ideal or insightful, it's just spiteful and surprising with harsh words spat across heartbeats, no time left for screams or crying and all is not as it should be, wrong time, wrong place, wrong you, oh, knew it from the start; you will always be you. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xseenlovediex Posted November 29, 2007 Report Share Posted November 29, 2007 Tears dropping, mascara running, in her head, your words are drumming, you said the words she never wanted to hear, you made her cry, it's pretty clear. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xseenlovediex Posted November 29, 2007 Report Share Posted November 29, 2007 you say the wordds you think you mean, and ive had enough of what ive seen, you just cant admit just how you feel, you think to yourself "how do i know its real?" Do i tell her or do i not?, im in love and i cant stop, if only it was easy for me to say, if i could tell him, id do it today! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MarMaramore Posted November 29, 2007 Report Share Posted November 29, 2007 DUDE you are so awesome when it comes to writing stuff on stuff...haha that goes for all of y9ou.....teejee Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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