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
Angelus MortisOver the hills and far away
the grim reaper is on his way,
and when you see him you will know
that it is your time to go.
Silently the reaper walks
through the thick and haunting mist;
silently the reaper stalks
every soul still on his list.
White is his skull, black is his hood
and he's in your neighborhood.
Are you gripped by sudden fear,
knowing that your end is near?
Or do you accept your fate
and know that there must be a date
- despite how bitterly some cry -
for every living thing to die?
Perhaps you see in death a friend
who'll bring your torment to an end?
No matter what you think of him,
the reaper is without doubt grim
as he appears at your front door
and you fall lifeless to the floor.
By the reaper's scythe of doom
you are forevermore deceased;
your corpse lies buried in a tomb
the stone of which reads: "Rest In Peace"
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror on the wall,
What is the most frightening thing of all?
Is it candle’s twitching gaze,
Just barely piercing the shroud of night?
…Or the pale, rotted face illuminated
By the fire’s light?
What of long ropes of shadow
That lay coiled like inky snakes upon the floor?
What of demon’s visage lurking
Just beyond yon glass door?
Doppelganger’s hateful gaze dwelling deep within,
Seeking freedom from your reflective skin.
O pale spectre,
Whose piercing wail announced thy presence
After the third and final call,
And light did all but erase the essence
Of the monster lurking just beyond the one-way window on the wall.
Devil’s Door, and Deadman’s Window
-just two of the many names given unto you,
oh ancient sheet of glass;
an unblinking, watery eye watching me from
between your parted hairs of brass.
become a beacon by moonlight,
and attract every shade to your beckoning siren's call
For you, oh mirror on the wall,
are the m
Poem of the Mojave WastelandAs New Vegas' neon lights
dimly do glow
Mijave's awaiting for
a terrific show.
As the coyotes
howl to the night
the Bear and the Bull
are ready to fight.
There is now hard ground
but there will be mud,
as the clay underneath
will be soaking with blood.
One side will win
with their trouble now gone,
the other one wouldn't live
to see the pink dawn.
There will be no laughter,
no smile on the faces,
no heartly praises.
Just thousands of bodies
laying in layers
and us whispering
our broken-voiced prayers.
There's dark night no more
on sky there's bright sun.
And we all thank the gods,
that this war is done.
(a poem about Jeff The Killer)
The rain in my eyes
He's standing so close.
I finally realize
The path that he chose.
Fear on my face,
And his light-hearted grin
I reached for my mace
As he lifted my chin.
His blood dripping hands,
And his grey clinging jeans
I now understand
What "fear" really means
A new oozing wound
Has bloomed on my chest.
He lowers my head
As I lay down to rest,
And that gut-wrenching smile
So unnaturally wide
Was the last thing I saw
The day that I died.
.it's worth asking yourself:
when exactly did things get this bad?
when did you stop caring about health
and start obsessing over
h i p a n d c o l l a r b o n e s
when did you decide it was better
to starve yourself slowly
than to look like a girl
god the lengths to which
to achieve that
a n d r o g y n o u s
p e r f e c t i o n
it's worth wondering if
you'd be willing to die
just to look
t h i n
just to achieve some
b e a u t y
are you really
ExecutionStep up to the chopping block,
Lets see your head, fall like a rock,
The crowd hears the thud,
Your neck begins to spout with blood,
You were charged of murder… the first degree.
When the King’s army came, you tried to flee,
They saw you run… Caught you in their net.
They would have poisoned you if you were a threat,
You had a few neighbors,
You did them favors,
Buried a spade in their throats,
Remodelled their flesh into coats,
The king skipped the trial,
Everyone agreed your sin had no denial,
The execution called for rejoice,
Only the insane would make the other choice,
A week after execution, another death,
Was there a reason for your last breath?
Your time hadn’t come to cease,
Please… Rest in peace.