8th_deadly_sin
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When we didn't feel
And we didn't fall
When we loved each other
And hated us all
When it was simple
When it was good
When we did all the things
We knew we should
When I gave it up
When I bit my bottom lip
When I grew up
And life became shit
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I'm 15, and I've submitted to many publications already.
You might not think these are very good, I sure as heck don't.
But here's the twisted side of me.
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Georgia's lights embracing my eyes
Barefeet running on tiled floor
Airplanes always full of lies
To quote The Raven, "Nevermore"
Roasted peanuts are my pills
Clear Sprite, my vodka
You took for keeps, just for thrills
Lyrics screaming we will rock ya
A speck of red eye on my lips
Pure sweater is all it is
My hand shakes for the pen, never quits
That's the way it is in showbiz
Hailing New York, not taxi cabs
All is well it would seem
Dead rats running 'round in labs
Poison filling their bloodstream
Venture far and wide
Wherever I may roam
Travel back to the countryside
This is my true home
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^Wrote this on the plane to New York.^
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Is it time to sleep? Let my eyelids fall
Let my dreams start to creep and feel nothing at all
Lips whisper stories of horror and pain, and let them be silent as I sleep again
Cradle the lives of the precious, let no one see, and let them know it was meant to be
For I am the one who steals their soul, and breakes their hearts, that were once whole
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^Wrote this in 6th grade.^
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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
No one was awake, not even a mouse
It was then I realized my friend no longer cared
And had forgotten all the good times we had shared
As I tear up while I write these words
I am noticing that I'm getting what I deserve
The blue-handled scissors cut through my skin
And as the blood flows out, so does the pain I was in
And this note is on my desk, if you're reading this
Kindly tell My lover it's my ass he can kiss
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^I think you can figure this out.^
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And this is the last 'poem' I leave you with.
You can call it my signature, I sign it in anything I can.
It's the blessing within, but I hate it
My devilish curse from above
It's the hate boiling inside me
And sealed it all with love
The monster in me, it never it settles
But instead, always it moves
Nothing's gonna be won, Nothing's gonna be gained
But everything things up to lose
My life is pointless
My dreams are shattered
My hope is all lost
My faith has scattered
They all seem poitless now
All except for my fears
And I still feel this pain
After all of these years
I swallow hard as I write these words
Hoping them to be in my past
I am writing these words with tears in my eyes
Hoping that they are not my last
And we didn't fall
When we loved each other
And hated us all
When it was simple
When it was good
When we did all the things
We knew we should
When I gave it up
When I bit my bottom lip
When I grew up
And life became shit
----------------------------------
I'm 15, and I've submitted to many publications already.
You might not think these are very good, I sure as heck don't.
But here's the twisted side of me.
-----------------------------------
Georgia's lights embracing my eyes
Barefeet running on tiled floor
Airplanes always full of lies
To quote The Raven, "Nevermore"
Roasted peanuts are my pills
Clear Sprite, my vodka
You took for keeps, just for thrills
Lyrics screaming we will rock ya
A speck of red eye on my lips
Pure sweater is all it is
My hand shakes for the pen, never quits
That's the way it is in showbiz
Hailing New York, not taxi cabs
All is well it would seem
Dead rats running 'round in labs
Poison filling their bloodstream
Venture far and wide
Wherever I may roam
Travel back to the countryside
This is my true home
-----------------------------------------
^Wrote this on the plane to New York.^
-----------------------------------------
Is it time to sleep? Let my eyelids fall
Let my dreams start to creep and feel nothing at all
Lips whisper stories of horror and pain, and let them be silent as I sleep again
Cradle the lives of the precious, let no one see, and let them know it was meant to be
For I am the one who steals their soul, and breakes their hearts, that were once whole
------------------------------------------
^Wrote this in 6th grade.^
------------------------------------------
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
No one was awake, not even a mouse
It was then I realized my friend no longer cared
And had forgotten all the good times we had shared
As I tear up while I write these words
I am noticing that I'm getting what I deserve
The blue-handled scissors cut through my skin
And as the blood flows out, so does the pain I was in
And this note is on my desk, if you're reading this
Kindly tell My lover it's my ass he can kiss
-------------------------------------------
^I think you can figure this out.^
-------------------------------------------
And this is the last 'poem' I leave you with.
You can call it my signature, I sign it in anything I can.
It's the blessing within, but I hate it
My devilish curse from above
It's the hate boiling inside me
And sealed it all with love
The monster in me, it never it settles
But instead, always it moves
Nothing's gonna be won, Nothing's gonna be gained
But everything things up to lose
My life is pointless
My dreams are shattered
My hope is all lost
My faith has scattered
They all seem poitless now
All except for my fears
And I still feel this pain
After all of these years
I swallow hard as I write these words
Hoping them to be in my past
I am writing these words with tears in my eyes
Hoping that they are not my last
