It just doesnt really appeal to me much anymore.
Idk


These words are silentTo everything held clandestine And to the slight seized so dear, The sweetest comes by touch, And soft whispers in my ear.These words are silent
Lent to me is a trusting heart So protective and so strong, So smart enough to restore, And show where I belong.
To simply lift my sorrows
To open everything I sealed, To show sincere compassion, And let fall my every shield.
Allowed the time to change, With smiles instead of spells, Swearing on the gift of silver And give promise of wedding bells.
Amorous nights surround me, In which troubles


StorytimeThe clock has been many times around And your tattered story is somewhat bound, This story has love, hurt, and doubt This story has many pages torn out.Storytime
Some pages are gone forever; burned Some forgotten, lost, or unlearned. The pages I read are spoiled and stained, Portraying the life thats so pained.
Theres grotesque pictures of harm, All down your thigh instead of your arm. I read of that blood that night of ache, It brought up tears and kept me awake.
I matched your story with blood of my own, Out of spite, out of hate, and being


Finally one for youwell my dearest, what more could i say? to make you see i love you more and more each day.Finally one for you
though you don't see it through the smile upon my face, you stop my heart with your kisses and warm embrace.
if you give me a moment to catch my breath and think I would surely show you the pages and the ink.
through everything, you inspire when i write and draw and paint
you are in my thoughts, heart, soul and everything i create.


Finally, one for youwell my dearest, what more could i say? to make you see i love you more and more each day.Finally, one for you
though you don't see it through the smile upon my face, you stop my heart with your kisses and warm embrace.
if you give me a moment to catch my breath and think I would surely show you the pages and the ink.
through everything, you inspire when i write and draw and paint
you are in my thoughts, heart, soul and everything i create.


The Most Emo PoemMost Emo Poem You Will Ever Read.The Most Emo Poem
Cut, cut cut cut, cut. Cut? Cut cut, cut cut cut. Cut cut cut cut? CUT!
Cut cut cut! Cut, cut? Cut cut cut cut, Cut cut cut, cut, cut, cut. Cut cut cut, cut cut cut?!
CUT, CUT CUT CUT!! Cut cut, cut cut cut cut? Cut, cut cut cut. Cut cut. CUT! Cut cut cut CUT?!
Bleed.


Emo?Emo? is it really that bad? you cant accept the fact that i get a little sad? that i am a little mad? so i favor black and i dont like pink you use those as reasons to make my soul sink so some of us cut and some of us dont we can smile laugh love and live we're just not like the rest sure we cry we want to die but none of you understand its not like we had planned to live life like this to spend our days depressed and amiss we're not bad people we dont worship satan we're not out to kill anyone we juEmo?


Burning BloodThe Surrounding Pain The Dark Intention The Blood Red Rain The deadly dimensionsBurning Blood
Incision in My heart The Strike in my chest The Poisoned Dart I Cannot Rest
Burning my mind Striking my Soul The Painful Grind Accepting Deaths toll...


ScarsCount the scars, One by one, I know where They all come from, But what is funny, Is that they all come from love, Every scar That's on my heart, Was caused by someone I cared about, I guess that I'm just stupid, For loving,Scars
And for caring, For trusting, too, Good guys never win, Maybe I should just stop, And become the bitch, You all seem to think I am, And lock my heart away, And bury the key, But I know I won't, So stand in line, Don't forget your knife, My heart is waiting
| "There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs you to ask it something so it can obey. Do you want me to follow you for the rest of your days? I will do that. Do you want me to crawl? I will crawl." -Buttercup, The Princess Bride |
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"He who works with his hands is a labourer, he who works with hands and mind is a craftsman but he who uses hands, mind and heart together is an artist." St Francis of Assisi
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With pleasure, for fun
I will choose the biggest gun
Im a soldier, Im a big boy
Jesus is my lovely toy
=Apophysis
~ABCofLifeChallenge
Thanks. :]]
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Velvet
Midnight
Rumor
Arson
Mynxxy
Mynx
Lindsey
"I heart your fucking makeup,
Oh my God I love your hair.
Is that a new tattoo?
Did that piercing fucking hurt?
No jkjkjklololol"
"I smell sex and candy"
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My Regards ,
~ ... I always thought I am insane,but now I know for sure ... ~
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Your friends will wipe your tears after a boy rejects you. My friends will go up to him and say "Its because your gay isnt it."
Thanks so much for the fav!!!
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~Screw-up Pixie!★
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♪The world is ugly, but you're beautiful to me.x♪
~xoxo
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"Just kick the bucket. We'll make you famous."
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