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TJ14650
Age: 20
Location: United States
Joined On: Feb 14, 2006
Poems
I wrote few of these a little while ago but just reeacently I started to write the rest.
Morbid poems...
What is the point?...
What's the point of showing my feelings?
What's the point of having emotions?
What's the use of smiling?
I'd rather be my empty shell then end up being hurt once again,
So if I must once again take up my hollow shell to live.
Then thats what I must do.
Souless...
My soul has left and my heart has died.
My smile is lost, never to be found.
My eyes have lost there gleam, for they tear for you.
My heart haas ceased it's silent war.
So I lay silent alone in the dark...with only one sound,
The sound of my tears falling to the ground.
Souless...
My soul has left and my heart has died.
My smile is lost, never to be found.
My eyes have lost there gleam, for they tear for you.
My heart has ceased it's silent war.
So I lay silent alone in the dark...with only one sound,
The sound of my tears falling to the ground.
Death to myself...
I slit my soul, pircing my heart.
Hoping to die soon.
I cause death unto myself for I have nothing to live for.
I live only to die.
For everyone dies at one point.
So I choose to do it now for myself.
Killing Spree...
I have gone on a killing spree.
Killing all that is inside of me.
Bleeding internaly.
Pouring into an empty sea.
The blood that rushed once inside of me.
Is now a deep red sea.
You are all the pain that killed me.
Lust For blood...
My lust for blood has gone on.
Needing to be filled.
And once it has reached its fill.
It will grow once again,
Growing larger every day.
Needing more and more to satisfy,
The blood lust I feel inside.
Death...
Death is a result of pain.
Pain is a result of love.
Love is an emotion we have.
Therefore we kill ourselfs.
As we continue to have emotions.
For every day that passes.
We chip a lil of our life away.
Until there is nothing left to chip at.
Something Simple..
How could something so simple.
Turn into something so complex?
How can something such as living.
Turn into emotional break downs?
How can Death hurt someone as much as it has hurt me?
How can Love kill someone as much as it has killed me?
Why is my life such a complex one?
How can I even live in such a mess?
Emo kid living in Emotions..
One alone Emo kid.
Living alone in his Emo world.
Every one pretends to know him.
But shun him all the same.
So he believes he always will be alone in this world of his own,
Never to be known.
Attempt at Love...
Tomarrow I'm goin to make an attempt at love.
Once again, hopefully
Not getting shot down again.
The pain I would endure.
Would be to much for me to handle.
If I am answered,
With a No or lets just be friends.
My heart will crumble once again.
Failed Attempt...
I did not try.
Yet still I failed.
I didn't even lift a finger.
Yet I still Fell.
I did not even speak one word.
Yet I was chewed up and spit out.
I did not even have the satisfaction.
Of self respect.
I waas killed before I could even speek.
Torn Heart...
My heart is torn.
Yet I live on in agony.
Dieing slowly.
Watching myself die.
As I rot away in my dark little corner alone.
With no one to tell how I feel.
Afraid...
From now on I am closing off all emotions.
Cutting my ties with every one.
Isolating myself.
To afraid to be struck down once again.
To scared to show myself to anyone.
To hurt to look up and see every one.
To dead to get close to anyone.
Death to myself...
I slit my soul, pircing my heart
Hoping to die soon.
I cause death unto myself for I have nothing to live for.
I live only to die.
For everyone dies at one point.
So I choose to do it now for myself.
Killing Spree...
I have gone on a killing spree.
Killing all that is inside of me.
Bleeding internaly.
Pouring into an empty sea.
The blood that rushed once inside of me,
Is now a deep red sea.
You are all the pain that killed me.
Lust For blood...
My lust for blood has gone on.
Needing to be filled.
And once it has reached its fill.
It will grow once again,
Growing larger every day.
Needing more and more to satisfy
The blood lust I feel inside.
A New Death...
Another day another cycle
Another day another death
Another death inside of my heart
Another death inside my mind
Another cut on my wrist
Another cut on my heart
Everyday my heart scars even more
Everyday a new death to myself
Deep inside of me...
Deep inside I feel a growing darkness
Deep inside I feel a unquenched thirst
Deep inside I feel a war being waged
Deep inside there is nothing left
A bottomless pit
I may put up a front like I still have a heart and feelings
But still deep inside I am nothing.
The Real Me...
The real me is deep iinside
The real me is something no one sees.
The real me is afriad of everything
The real me is afraid of myself and what I can do.
The real me is hiding from all of you.
Two alone...
We are two of a kind
We were both cast aside
We were both battered and buirsed along our trip
We have scars to prove we've been hurt
Our hearts have been shatered
I try slowly to piece yours back together.
Hoping one day you'll give it to me.
Darkness...
I sit alone in a closed box
Darkness closes in all around me
Attacking from every angle
Till I'm coverd darkness
The darkness soaks in to my veins
I begin to cry but no tears surface
I cut my wists and darkness seeps from the cuts
Bathing me in a black blood.
My mind becomes clouded with anger and hate
These emotions build because
There is no one to care for me or love me
So I sit alone as darkness closes in.
Blood...
My tounge longs to taste
The sweetness of your blood
My lust has grown in ten-fold for you
My lips thirst to be covered in your blood
My eyes watch you as you bleed
My mind tells me to help
But my body does not move
Instead I stand there and smile with glee as I watch you bleed.
How come...
How come everytime I get close to someone
They end up hurting me?
How come everytime I love someone
They end up leaving me?
How come everytime I tell my secret
I'm hated and desipsed?
Can some one please tell me?
Why must...
Why must I suffer?
Why must I starve?
Why must I beg?
Why must I grovle?
Why must we die?
Why must we have trials?
Why must we be alone?
Why must we have hearts that can be broke?
Why must I live on?
Where am I.... T
his place is so dark
It is ice cold as well
I can't even see my own hand infront of my face.
I can't here the words I speak.
I feel as if I'm blind and deaf.
Though I scream for help even though no one hears.
This place must be my heart.
Plea of insanity...
I scream and yell
I cry and bawl
I scrape and claw
My mind is upside down
My words are jumbled
My sight is blured by my black tears
I plea for help but no one can help my insanity.
My wrists...
My wrists are buirsed and battered
My wrists are scared and bloody
My wrists are covered in tears
My wrists are nothing more but a reminder of my past.
Morbid Sayings :
If life is priceless then mass murderers are richer then any one alive.
Slit my wrists and smile with glee as you watch me bleed.
Hey sup?
Yo what up? I still haven't finished my fav bands list but im working on it and i'm getting newer pics soon me and my friend are gona take some new ones. Ya so leave me a comment or send me a message.
Another Day....
Hey what up all? I dont know who would even read my blog but yeah what ever. It's another day more school I can't wait for the long weekend coming up. I wish i had my Bass here but its back in california right now. Oh for those of you that don't know I got sent to sort of a Baording school in Three hills Alberta Canada so yeah and i couldn't bring my Bass with me cause i already had to much stuff but oh well at least back home i know its safe in my locked room. But anyway in the future I'll be posting Lyrics and poems if ya want to read them. anyways Talk to you all later byes
T.J.
The Vandon Army
Hey... great taste in music!!! Do you listen to irish
punk at all? Stuff kinda like Dropkick Murphy\'s,
Flogging Molly, etc? If so you gotta check out
Vandon Arms... its good old irish punk. Its fun
stuff!! Be sure to add them and comment them if you
like the music!! Cheers!!!
posted Sep 28