| Frozen on the silence of her breathless wings On the tears of her timeless strings I hear a wave of sound upon the breeze A sound I've found to hold onto me Onto me, onto me when I am drifting away... |
Vivaldi
Stitch
So stitch me together again, your ragdoll Grind me to the ground, won't mind at all I'll pucker at the sour and in my sleep I'll wait for a dream of sweet... |
Headsickness
| My mind is so stretched You can see the marks for miles Go to the other side where You can trade your soul for smiles my heart is so torn you can hear scars tear for days and still be so far away when pain becomes weakness we can sell our eyes for highs |
Last Song of the Nightingale
| I've only waited a hundred years long To lie in the dust with dirt in my eyes Far and away from my tortured cries Oooh, hmmm, hmmm... Dear Nightingale You hold me under your wing And coax my soul to sing Long after my heart has stopped beating |
Newest
Last Song of the NightingaleWaste away, dear Nightingale Sing your song with no worries Waste away, dear Nightingale There is no need to hurry The sound of silence is beautiful And that's the only song I sing at allLast Song of the Nightingale
Dear Nightingale In my window with your song Dear Nightingale I've only waited a hundred years long
To lie in the dust with dirt in my eyes Far and away from my tortured cries Oooh, hmmm, hmmm... Dear Nightingale You hold me under your wing And coax my soul to sing Long after my heart has stopped beating Has stopped beating
Oh, hold me..
by =Vindicta38
Shelf LifeI don't know how to approach the canvas set before me, every shred of doubt I've ever had still infinitely dwelling in my coffee-soaked mind, I can only lie down and sleep when I fly above my sky...Shelf Life
Silence is a blessing I received from heaven, but sometimes it begins to taste like unleavened bread. I swallow pills and set my thoughts straight, burning before my heart's iron gate...
Not a wasted word, not a care Apathy swallows the fire in my stare If I could speak for anyone but myself I'd speak for the me I left on the shelf
It's a song for you, whe
by =Vindicta38
EtherI write this to you in faith you won't throw away my words Seven times I have fallen, seven times do I get up Skulls do stare at my face with their empty gaze I swim in the ether and waste my time trying to break the surfaceEther
Cold heart, her heart Won't give me any way Same heart, won't start To matter anyway Shame on you today I'm miles away And you don't even care I'm crying, I'm crying
This I sing to you in faith you won't throw away me Sister or brother, father or mother, we are all the same Clouds billow and roll as they toss me about the sea
by =Vindicta38
OnionsOnions (Make You Cry for Real)Onions
You wouldn't believe I have a word to say Even if I said it I've prepared, I'm ready for the next day Even if you dread it Somehow I've wound my way to someday Half-spoken promises broken by a single touch of the tears
My self in relief Compounded by your disbelief It's not cold at all, no Just shut the windows to your heart, more More, more now!
Opiate opinions Put on your trusty apron Shave an onion So you can cry for real this time
Laminate my decay Put on the world's display
by =Vindicta38
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We Are Devious 1
fearYou rip into my head destroying my mind leaving behindfear
nothing but you
and now
all I can think about
is how badly
I want to touch you
how I shake
when you are near and how I quiver with extreme fear
when you leave.
by =VertigoArt
nothingOut of my mouth and into your ear, flow the words you never wanted to hear. I am the reason for all your pain. I am the reason you’re not sane.nothing
Out of my hands and into the air, I toss your heart without a care. You gave it to me for safe-keeping, now away from me you are creeping.
Do my words burn and singe? Do my actions make you cringe? You withdraw from me in fear, taking away all I held dear.
Until I am left with nothing at all; no one to catch me when I fall. I scared you away with my fears and now I cry pointless tears.
by =VertigoArt
hold meI never thinkhold me
of me in your bed, but I always think
of me in your arms.
I never know what
you are going to say, but I always want
you to say it to me.
I came in
just to see
your eyes light up and I stayed to hear
your voice touch my ears.
I never expect
anything from you, but I always want
just a little bit more.
Just a little
more of you to go with
a little bit of me and a just
a little request: hold me.
I didn’t expect
to even touch you, &nb
by =VertigoArt
not even meDancing in the darknessnot even me
to the beat of a silent song with my own shadow
that doesn’t know I exist.
Holding my own hand
just to feel skin on skin and then shrinking back
from the foreign touch.
Whispering into the wind and cringing in disgust when the soft words
come flying back to me.
Tightly wrapping my arms around a void in my heart, only to be pushed away like I was a faceless stranger.
I rock gently back and forth grasping on to nothing at all, because there is no one there
not even me.
by =VertigoArt
We Are Devious 2
FormicariumFeeding the ants in my Ant farm sugar, I watch as they eat some And save the rest For their queen. Living a life of obedience Without question, Yet perfectly happy to Work together as a whole… As a team. If only we could do the same The world would be a better place For us to live in, But that means acting like robots And obeying laws set forth by those with The authority to take what little freedom We have left away from us And I’m not willing to become a slave.Formicarium
by *Jaime-kendrick
My sunless morningYour strawberry-flavored lipsMy sunless morning
Are overripe and decomposing In such a hurried pace I can already hear the buzzing
Of the fruit flies gathering about us. You carry a bottle of your favorite
Perfume in your vanity bag
It helps masquerade
The scent of your disease, Making it so much easier for me
To swallow and digest all of your lies. I’ve seen my future in your eyes And it was black as a sunless morning. In that future I commit suicide
And you move along to infect the next Man in line after consuming
The spoiled remains of my broken hear
by *Jaime-kendrick
Love the abuseWe are paper boats Pushed by a gentle breeze Down a river that ends In a waterfall, Everything is nice and sweet Until we find another reason To engage in a bloody brawl. Then home becomes hell And it’s difficult to tell whether Our relationship is even worth saving at all. I once believed you were made specificallyLove the abuse
For me, But now I realize you are the reason I can’t Keep my mouth shut, my anger under control And my hands to myself. You love the abuse so you push buttons
Until I react because It makes you feel good and useful &nb
by *Jaime-kendrick
I am just a boy...I’ve got a lunch box full of pharmaceuticals, And a copy of “The anarchist cook book” In my backpack just in case you want to start Some shit. I’ve got a pair of brass knuckles,I am just a boy...
And a switchblade knife
In my pocket, girls say I am the hottest boy
They’ve ever met. I read Sigmund Freud, Friedrich Nietzsche, Jean Paul Sartre, Plato, Aristotle and Socrates during my spare time. I’ve read many manifestos written by the world’s most venerated criminals, All while taking notes that have helped me Come up with an antidote to rid the world
O
by *Jaime-kendrick
We Are Devious 3
I Believe In LifeSometimes when people ask me what I believe, I find it hard to answer.I Believe In Life
My religion isn't written down, it cannot be taught, only felt. I believe in the stars, burning brightly light-years away. I believe in the man on the moon, hanging from its crescent as he watches over the Earth, waiting to see what other mistakes the human kind can make, silently hoping we'll get something right.
I believe in stormy gray clouds and ice cold rain. I believe in the laughter of children and the tears of their mother as they grow. I believe in evolution
an
by *losingmyfaith
Around YouAround You
I don't know how to react around you. Trembling limbs and stuttered words are all I seem to do when around you. My gaze on the floor, blushes on my cheek, shifting my weight back and forth in the chair because I can't seem to sit still around you. Daydreams and nightmares plague my every thought [because all I want to think of is you]. Secret love affairs, kisses on a snowy winter's eve, wrapped in your coat and arms, the scent of snowflakes and peppermint in the air--my imagination is so beautiful compared to my reality. My reality is broken hopes and her head on your shoulders [but I can still think we'd be amazing toget
by *losingmyfaith
finger puppetsi died – or at least i felt like it when i was on the cold floorfinger puppets
in my stepfather's basement
the week after i turned
sixteen years old
and some people, they call it living the way the birds and
bees are finger puppets – his finger puppets,
just waiting to be played with.
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i look out of the
window-wall from my bed,
its 9:37 pm and the moonlit streets
are already filled
with boys racing their
shiny new cars and
girls who are smoking because
they think it will keep them skinny.
i sit up an
by ~the-chemical-factory
Hope For The HopelessHope For The Hopeless
This poem is for the people who get up every morning
and wish they could roll over and go back to sleep because their dreams are so much sweeter than their reality.
This poem is for the people who silently scream for help because they think they don't deserve it, those who wish each moment would be their last, those who are trapped in their past lies, mistakes, regrets, and dead-ends, those who think there's no hope for them.
This poem is for the broken-hearted and beaten down, those who walk the boulevard of broken dreams and hope for a brighter day
by *losingmyfaith
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- Favourite band or musician: Nirvana, U2, Coldplay, The White Stripes, Foo Fighters, Alice in Chains, Pagoda, Paradox
- Favourite genre of music: Grunge, Alternative, Ambient, Electronica, Punk, New Wave
- Favourite artist: Vincent van Gogh, Edward Hopper, Takeshi Obata, Eugene Delacroix
- Favourite poet or writer: Voltaire, Robert Frost, CartheInsane (a deviant), Orson Scott Card, Markus Zusack
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- Favourite style of art: Manga, Expressionalism, anything done with pencil.
- Operating System: Windows XP, Vista
- MP3 player of choice: Anything Sony... (Walkman)
- Shell of choice: Shotgun... Wait, what kind again?
- Wallpaper of choice: Depending on what definition you have of wallpaper, I'd have to say, green... O.o
- Skin of choice: Erm.... Mine?
- Favourite game: Skies of Arcadia
- Favourite gaming platform: Nothing specific
- Favourite cartoon character: L Lawliet
- Personal Quote: I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I'm not. - Kurt Cobain
- Tools of the Trade: Uni-ball Signo, it's like my signature pen... xD and Ticonderoga pencils... Best in the world.
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