In America Everything Is Possible
Temporary Heaven
Free!
Flawed?
Highlights The Suffering In Silence
It Is Almost Picture Perfect
Life Etc.
I Am Speechless.
An absence of the mind and soul,
is the absence of the heart...
for you I'd give my world
and you shall tear me apart
With the the void of my thoughts,
an empty cavity of me
without love or even hate,
there is nothing
I take pride in depression,
knowing you don't care
even if you can't love me,
I'll always be there...
To whisper my name
is like screaming water
It can't be done...
And so, I drown in shame
Can you care
for she who's not there?
The one who can't exist
And so I'll leave with this,
my dying wish,
my pleading cry...
Whisper my name....
How could you do this to me?
Betray me so?
Break my heart?
Leave me broken?
How could you love her?
What have I done?
Why wasn't I good enough?
Why was she better?
Why do you torment me so?
Make me believe you care
Make me think this is real
Make me want more
What don't I have?
Why can't it be me?
Don't you love me?
Can't you see?
Why can she be there?
Why can you toss me aside?
What makes her special?
What makes me crawl and hide?
Why can you lead me on?
I'm not strong
Why can you make me believe?
Where did I go wrong?
Was it something I said?
Something I didn't do?
Why did you do this?
Why did you let me fall in
Does the raven still sit upon your chamber door?
Does your heart still mourn for dear, sweet, lost Lenore?
Do you hear the voices from the all?
And do you hope that they should quoth, nevermore?
Do you wonder if Annabel Lee still lies in her sepulchre?
In her sepulchre by the sea?
Young lovers you were
Young lovers you were never to be,
And so, in your dreams you worry
You had been happy but in a dream
And as night wind passes,
There was so much more you couldve seen.
There in fairy land,
Above the wood, does the moon still shine?
The great halls and hamlets of old,
Whatever did those visions hold?
Would the fairies join
See, Oh See If I care... by Miss-Morbidly, literature
Literature
See, Oh See If I care...
Oh dear love,
Gouge out my eyes,
Please...
Why not?
Why not rip me limb from limb?
Isnt that what you want?
Dont you wish to see me suffer?
Dont you wish to spill my blood?
Dont you want to hear my screams,
Hear me cry out in mercy?
Dont you wish to know that youve taken it all?
Dont you love knowing I have nothing?
Treat me like Im the road beneath your feet,
Oh love please do
Treat me like dirt the way you always have,
And lets see who keeps their sanity this time
Lets see who tears themselves to shreds
Lets see who remains spiteful and cold
Forget righ
Haiku Extravanza: PART 4 by Miss-Morbidly, literature
Literature
Haiku Extravanza: PART 4
Family
Overly devout
Unreasonably loyal
Forever with you
Friends
Sometimes quite worthless
Sometimes terrible people
Sometimes all you have
Love
The heart's one desire
The thing to keep men sane
It evades me so...
Future
We shall wait and see
For that which we do not know
A morning surprise
Highschool
Life's expirience
Drama at every corner
Hormone wrought teen girls
Summer
A genunie pain
Far too much heat for my taste
Please go away now...
Death
Black, rotten corpses
Ashes falling all around
a plague upon us
Goodbyes
Forever you'll leave
Nevermore shall you return
A single tear falls.
She sits in her corner
And silently she weeps
Wrapped in all of the promises
No one ever keeps
She writes in her diaries,
So many forgotten words
She stells of frightful stories,
That no one's ever heard.
Lost and alone,
She carries on
Forgotten and cold
So very far gone
Ever still she cries to herself,
Even with no tears to wash away,
Just frantic and empty
And more feelings gone astray
She rots in the darkness,
Every second she continues to fade
Slipping into the shadows,
Fighting through everyday
Soon she is gone,
And no one seems to know
She is only ashes now
She was alone.
Over a dark, stormy river,
A great ship of blood colors does sail
Through ocean's spray and cold rain
Through vast seas of lost souls
At the dismal gates and sunken ships
Countless rotten corpses blanket the sands
Strange memories flash before those dead eyes
and still they drudge on tirelessly, staring at red skies
They reach the firey walls of broken bodies,
and they feel the vast destruction and utter chaos
Through terrible screams of dying men
and the shrill laughs of the keepers and cracks of harsh fire,
With a forlorn sigh, the remember why they came.