Surviving fate is hard to do,
cause what is life if not through.
Once a man, now the dead.
He though the fate he had fled.
Forever one this world to roam,
never again to return to his home.
HugHer hair was tangled and messy, her face without makeup.
She looked tired, she looked worn. Even in her sleep.
The day had been hard and long and she was tired.
After work, she'd made dinner for herself and her teenage daughter.
They had enjoyed the meal and watched their favorite show after.
But then the day caught up with her, and she had gone to sleep.
She woke up later on. It was dark outside and the nightstand clock said 3 AM.
At first, she couldn't understand what had waken her, until she heard a sound.
A muffled scream. She quickly got up and ran to her daughter's room. She knocked.
She could hear sobbing from inside.
"Sweetie, can I come in?" She asked with a soft voice.
"I'm fine, go away." Her daughter was sobbing and the woman's heart ached.
She opened the door and saw her daughter with mascara running down her cheeks.
The pillow was covered in tears and worn makeup.
"Come here." She sat down on the bed and pulled her daughter in to a hug.
"I'm here." She knew her
Once, Twice, More.Every once in a while, we find something that makes our heart pump.
It excites us, and we love the feeling.
Then, sometimes, the feeling fade, and no matter how you turn, it's gone.
You seem to forget the way it felt, the moments you loved.
And all you're left with, is wonder.
You want to know what made it fade.
Why it's not with you.
And how you can get it back.
Sometimes, you can get it back. It takes work, effort.
Other times. It's just not right.
You know, for sure, that it won't return, not like it started.
And no matter how much of yourself you put in to it, you feel it.
It's already lost, and you know it.
But your body won't forget how that felt, your body wants to find it again.
And thus, you'll search, and recognize it when it comes back to you.
It'll be good. It'll be right.
Sometimes, I think back to my past.
Mostly, it's like a dream, fading away from me already seconds after it's passed.
But there are moments where I remember clearly.
In moment like these, like right now, I can remember how it was like in a time I felt the same way.
I remember when I was fourteen, how I felt when I left school, how lonely my heart was.
I can feel it right now, and I remember so clearly.
I remember when I was down, I cried for hours.
One day, I promised myself I wouldn't live to turn fifteen, I didn't feel the need to grow up, to gain wisdom. And I didn't see a meaning to life.
I can recall every tear from that night, my own confusion and how I denied that I just wanted to be saved. How I needed someone to see and understand how I felt, the misery inside me.
Barely two months later, I didn't even remember my own promise, it was like it had never existed.
I had made a friend, someone who captivated me and made me smile and gave me hope.
I didn't realize it when it hap
FallThe scream from my throat.
I can hear it, every step down the stairs.
I throw myself after the pink figure falling down.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
From the top to the bottom of the stairs.
My heart race with the fear,
with the fear for the figure.
My heart screams.
As the figure lands at the bottom.
A baby's scream in my ear as she's picked up.
Her grannie is there, comforting her.
The danger passed, but that's just one of many.
A danger passed, and left my heart shaking.
Just a Nobodywhy is it, that whenever I find something important to me, someone else spoils it and let me alone..
I've never asked to be raised to be who I am today, I've never asked to be born this way, in fact, if I could choose, I'd choose another life, with different lifestyle.. but who would give a girl like me a chance? I'm just a waste of time..
Maybe falling off a cliff, jumping off a bridge, walking out in the road or cutting the damn vein would be for the better good..
No matter what option, they wouldn't let me choose one of my own, I have no choices to make anymore, they say I'm not fit to decide without help... they say I'm insane..
I'm just a Nobody, and what could a nobody do against everybody?
Why is it, that I'll never become the girl I want to be, because of what others say or do?
My Hero, my Sun.Helten i mitt liv, min sol i hverdagen.
Jeg har vokst opp i en stor familie, jeg har vært mye hos mine besteforeldre, da min mor ikke hadde energi nok til å ta vare på oss barna.
To hus bortenfor min bestemor hus, bor min Tante å Onkel, der jeg har to søskenbarn som står meg kjær, som jeg har vært mye sammen med.
Senere i min oppvekst har jeg slitt med mine tenårings problemer, å vokse opp, kroppen, gutter (og jenter). Da har min Tante stilt opp for meg der jeg ikke har stolt på min mor, der jeg trengte hjelp, veiledning og oppmuntring, har min tante vært der når hun kunne.
Min tante er mitt store idol, hun har hva jeg skulle ønske jeg kunne få til, å hun holder seg oppe til tross for alle motgang.
For noen uker siden fikk min Tante bekreftet hva hun hadde mistanke om, hun har brystkreft.
Da mitt søskenbarn og beste venn fortalte meg dette, var det noe som knakk inni meg, og jeg ble redd, re
Jeff the KillerHush now, hush now
Not another peep
It's time for you to
GO TO SLEEP
They say that I'm mad
I'm not right in the head
But I'm just helping folks
Go to bed
They don't understand
But my smile is there
I love blood on my fingers
And death in the air
I'll see it forever
With unblinking eyes
Those ugly fake smiles
Those pathetic lies
Now they smile forever
And will no longer weep
They have me to thank
As I sent them to sleep
Laughing Jack PoemAs you start to fall asleep, you watch the shadows as they creep.
From the darkness he appears, the one who lives within your fears.
A high pitched cackle pierces the dark, "Please go away" you start to remark.
He reaches for you, his arms long and slender, he wants your flesh, so sweet and tender.
He makes sweets appear within his claws, he slowly brings them towards your jaw.
You wriggle about, but he holds you in place, a crooked grin creeps across his pale face.
"No!" you scream, as you try to break free, that ghastly grin you don't want to see.
He laughs again, it makes you shiver, his stripey tongue begins to slither.
The lights flash on, your parents are there, but the psychotic clown can't be found anywhere.
The next night is more of the same, that circus freak wants to play another game.
He forces the candy down your throat, he begins to grin & starts to gloat.
You sputter and cough but it is too late, you feel you are doomed to this bittersweet fate.
Suddenly you hear the mus
The RakeThe Rake
I haunt your closet in the middle of the night
During this time you are a delightful sight
And if you see me my skin is white
My black eyes can see into your soul
And before you know it, I go hide in my hole
My name is the Rake and
The next time we meet, your neck I will break
So fear me, for your family's sake
Jeff the Killer Poem He lurks in the dark,
Way late at night,
To him it's an adventure to embark,
Warning: he may bite!
He reaches your home,
When you are tucked in bed
all comfy in your "dome",
"Go to sleep", he said.
It's Jeff the Killer
To him it's a thriller
To sink the knife
Deep into your soul
To you it's cold
To him it's life
And now he's gone
He runs through your lawn
While you lay in the cold
a sight to behold.
Those last words he muttered
will scar you for eternity:
"Go to sleep."
You lay there slaughtered.
Poem - Ode to Soundwave
Monster Deep Inside
Somewhere deep inside,
Down beneath the hide,
Where soul and Spark have died.
I know my darker side.
Black face and hollow eyes;
It's truth within these lies,
For death and evil ties,
My Spark, for thee, thus dies.
This monster deep within,
Down beneath the skin,
For thee, my King, I sin,
And the darkness deep within.
Horror, here, in silence grows
An evil mind no one knows.
For thee, my King, my darkness shows,
Black o'er black, your sin bestows.
Somewhere deep inside,
A darkness lay in silent tide,
Until I can no longer hide
This roaring monster deep inside.
In the day or in the night,
You may find him round a corner.
He may be in plain sight,
Or hidden and waiting.
Under a light in the middle of the night,
You may see him in his coat so black,
Contrasting with his skin of white.
No eyes you'll see upon his face,
Though a grin or a sly smirk.
Approach him and offer a rose will he.
Deny the rose thee should.
Even though there is nothing you can do.
Take the rose and it'll end the same,
He'll take you,
He'll rape you.
You could try to resist his touch,
though this won't do much.
He'll just grin,
And invasive he'll be.
Depending his mood,
Depends your fate.
Good or bad,
Don't feel sad,
Don't you fret.
Just remember that if you see a man,
Be wary for he could be the Sexual Offenderman.
Fear; An inevitable force of terror
Its power evolves throughout the world, in all different shapes, sizes, and forms
Fear is the very weakness of the human body that renders the movement, and functions of the human body, unstable
Fear is the very corruption in the dark corner of the mind, wanting to take control, so its vessel will fall to the very brink of madness
Fear is the very cancer flowing through the circulatory system, unleashing its deadly venom to cross through the veins
Fear is the very dark desire burning into the heart, building up, waiting, to carry out gruesome, unspeakable acts of violence
Without these things, fear, is obsolete, and will cease to exist
But this does not matter, for fear is an ongoing nature that we cannot destroy
And those who attempt to do so, will later be consumed by its horror
I love the smell of blood
That teases my nostrils
I like the taste of blood
When it flows in my mouth
this thick liquid down in my throat
I can not stop killing
For to regain this sensations
Kill again and again
This need is so inked in my Nature
It drives me crazy
Resisting is not possible
has Each moon
I make more victims
Because I like to see the Blood
See the terror in their eyes
To feel the fear of the Death
Catch their body
The Doctor Is InAn evil smile,
The doctor is in,
Don't ask what's in that needle
As he lifts your chin.
The prick of a pin
In your jugular vein
You start to feel fear,
You start to feel pain.
Doctor what's the problem?
Who turned off the lights?
I'm really feeling frightened
And I see something that bites.
What is that I feel,
Crawling up my arm?
Doctor can't you see it?
I think it will cause me harm.
You hear and evil cackle
Now there is a sadistic grin
You're sure that's not the doctor,
As the toxin sets in.
With a crazy smile,
He asks you what you see.
All you do is scream,
And beg to be let free.
Doctor why don't you help me?
They are crawling on my back,
What's that in the corner?
The whole room is pitch black!
Shadows consume the room,
Making shapes against the walls.
Why does no one come to save me,
Despite my desperate calls?
He's satisfied with your answer,
But this man is the doctor's twin.
But if you ask politely,
He'll try to pencil you in.
As your terror plays around you,
Your heart just