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Red ScreamsSmiling at me, shiny silver teeth
Begging my wrist
For one chaste
Kiss.

Grinning at me, that evil smirk
Making my heart pound
Going berserk.

So sharp so
Good
I know I
Could
And really I
Would
Because I
Should.

Arm’s too full of blood
Of scars
From attempts to
Join the stars.

Photo album of
Ruby caresses
My diary of my
Crimson lament
Showing one
Statement;
I am still
Alive.
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a lie
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?

If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?

If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?

If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
This is Me, BeggingIf I could play guitar
I’d write you a song.
If I could run that far
Then I’d run all night long.
But I’m no good at that
So you’ll have to settle for this.

What is this?

It's a plea
A beg
For you
From me
Please come home
I'm all alone
And nobody understands.

I don't want you to R.I.P.
I want you here with me
But I'm not God
And He hates me
So, for now,
I guess it's R.I.P.
We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the broken
The ones you forgot about.
So don't be too surprised when we
Start to scream and shout.

We are the living, the dying
The ones you all put down.
But you'll know who we are when we
Run this goddamn town.

We are the corpses, the maggots
The ones you all despise.
But you'll be the ones scared when we
Expose all your lies.

We are the hunted, the lost
The ones you all spurn.
But you'll cry for our help when we
Leave you all to burn.

We are the losers, the winners
The ones that you deny.
But you'll be the ones damned when we
Hear the angels cry.
ThousandsI'm sixteen,
Doubt I'll see thirty
Hopefully my blade'll be dirty
Or something
And I'll die.

I don't want to die;
Just want it to stop,
Everything in my head
Telling me I'm better off dead.

I cut myself,
There.
I said it.
And you
Just read it.
I'm just some kid
Behind a screen,
So why should you care?

I'm not just 'some kid';
I'm thousands.
I'm the ones people laugh at,
Spit at,
Swear at,
Destroy.

I'm not a minority;
I'm a majority.
All those kids alone,
Bleeding,
Lying,
Hoping
That death will come.

See?
We're not hopeless.
We hope for
Death.
What You WantMaybe you want them to notice
Maybe you want them to see
Maybe you want them to care about
How you’re lost and lonely me.

Maybe you want them to ask
Maybe you want them to know
Maybe you want them to care about
How your happiness is a show.

Maybe you want them to quiet
Maybe you want them to listen
Maybe you want them to care about
How your blood does glisten.

Maybe you want them to leave you
Maybe you want them to die
Maybe you want them to care about
How your life’s just a lie.
MessEverywhere I go
Every single place
The troubles seem to grow
Every smiling face
Eventually frowns with woe

Why can't I do
Anything right
I just screw
Up everything despite
The happiness I try to spew

Is it me
Am I the source of this ache
Does the pain flow free
Is this what I make
People be?

Should I go away and hide
Never to see others
Or the outside
But would I stop another's
Pain and be the only one that ever cried

What is a life with no grey
When everyone is sad
I'd give it all away
It wouldn't be that bad
I would finally be able to say

I saved a life
Shooting Up On StarsThis all started when I's just a kid,
And I gave a damn 'bout what they did.
Here's my advice for you, young one;
You can't undo what someone else's done.

I take coffee same shade as my soul,
The same one I sold for rock'n'roll.
Well, Kid, if you can't learn in life,
Better make sure that you get it right.

Tonight, tonight,
I'll be your wish.
Just make sure you,
Understand this;
I'm not yours but you are mine,
So grab a ticket and get in line.

Oh look, Daddy, look who I've done,
Kid, this is the price for having fun.
I don't drugs but I'll shoot up on stars,
Taking me higher than shiny cars.

Oh look, Mummy, how's it up ther
Can't Be SavedI tried to save myself
But I'm as hopeless as before
So, I uncap the bottle;
Swallow the pills and fall to the floor

I'm laughing on the way down
Smiling as my head hits the ground
Because what's lost, as they say,
Can never be found

So my soul travels the universe
On a barren alienated path
Death played a joke,
But I had the last laugh

I didn't go to Heaven
And I didn't go to Hell
I've been caught in between
Since the moment that I fell

When you see my corpse
Will you die to?
Will you go the grave
Knowing that my reason was you?

Did you realize that
You were in my last thoughts?
That trying not to love you
Was the last battle I ever fou
Carry OnI like sharp things;
The way they shine
The way they hurt
The way they leave a red line.

I like to bleed;
The way it's red
They way it hurts
The way it washes out what they said.

I like to live;
The way it's wrong
The way it hurts
The way it tells me that I am strong.
Venting in RedNow that I have the means
I know I could do it.
Because right now
I don't want to pull through it.

I don't have many friends,
And all things have ends.
A bloody blade will be mine,
Slicing me open one final time.

I only ever take,
I'll take my life
For everyone's sake;
My one selfless act.

I want to see silver,
Splattered with red.
I want to cease breathing;
I just want to be dead.
For a man diesBreathe Slowly,
For a Man dies every second, locked in the grip of the sky.
Walk with every step in mind,
Every twitch of a finger,
Every sound, from your head to the ground,
Keep them in mind.
For a man dies every second, the beginning of an eternal dance with the one in the heavens.
Remember every follicle of hair,
Every eye that stares, every moment of fear,
An evil glare, remember it all.
For a man dies every second, and a child cries for his death.
Live today like you'll wither the next,
For we too, can be locked in the reaper's grip.
Chained and ShamedNobody gets it.
I don’t want saving,
I don’t want ”friends”;
I just want all ends
To be met in red.

I hate how plain my skin is,
How it should be painted;
Scarlett.
I’m the addiction’s harlot,
I do as it must dictate
And when it tells me to seal my bloody fate;
I bloody well will.

I’m too full of blood,
I need to let some out.
But know this isn’t a shout
For help;
This is me coping
With how I’m hoping
Nobody’ll care when I go.

Cutting isn’t for attention;
It’s for a brief suspension
Of everything else.
It is mine and I’m its,
It doing as I want
And I its slave
Name MeDon't call me childish,
When you treat me like a child.
Don't call me crazy,
When you drive me wild.

Don't ask me for help,
When you've left me to drown.
Don't ask me to smile,
When you've made me frown.

Don't make me fight,
When you can't defend.
Don't make me be honest,
When you can't pretend.

Don't tell me to dream,
When you're my nightmare.
Don't damn me to hell,
When you're my only prayer.

Do save yourself;
It's too late for me.
Do ignore the rules;
For me, set yourself free.
I Made A DrawingI made a drawing of you today,
After staring at your picture for hours.
I captured the intensity of your gaze
That brings me to a mess of tears every time I come upon it.
That brought me back to places I never again wanted to revisit.
I managed to recreate the innocence of your smile,
Those lips that used to brush mine.

It's a new day and yet another drawing of you was created,
You had your head raised like a hero,
Looking upwards into the heights of the sky.
I felt like a derivative of God,
Making your smile so alluring,
And your eyes captiviating enough to stop traffic.
The light reflection off of your hair was tediously perfected.
Your ey
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Falling. Alone?

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When will the rain stop falling?
When will the reaper stop calling?
Did I do something wrong?
I must have
To suffer for this long.

It's not like I didn't try,
And it's not like you did
But I never got to ask why
I just ran and hid.

'Honesty is the best policy'
That's what they say
But I doubt they know truth at all,
Being who they are today.
If I could, I'd wish it away
But I can't
So I'm alone today;
Meant to die here this way.

Alone.

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Yes, I know it has no real structure. Yes, I know it has no rhythm. Yes, I know it kinda sucks like a whore. But hey-ho; this is what happens when I listen to 'Moonlight Sonata' too many times in a row.

Thank you very much for reading and please let me know what you think! :)
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~Perfection273 Jan 4, 2013  Student General Artist
There are no words left.
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*CorporateRockWhore Jan 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:hug:
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~GreenDeath1998 Dec 27, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
So fucking true. And I think this is Free Verse poetry x
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*SereneCyrene Dec 25, 2012  Student General Artist
I think it's well-written!
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*CorporateRockWhore Dec 28, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks! :)
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~Borderlinetortilla Dec 25, 2012
Hi! I haven't commented on anything in a while, which I am terribly sorry about. I thought this poem was excellent. It had a certain raw truth about it that is hard to find in most works. I really enjoyed this and how genuine it is. I liked the lines "'Honesty is the best policy'/ That's what they say/ But I doubt they know truth at all,/ Being who they are today." I interpreted this to mean that, though people stress the importance of honesty, there's so many things that they've been lied to about and so many things that they know that can't be classified as a lie or a truth because things aren't always that simple. Things aren't always so black and white. They are complex and confusing. For example, religion. One may believe in God and another may practice a religion where there are multiple gods and goddesses. There's no way to prove the existence of either, and they can't both be right. There's either one religion or none, and that's what makes it so confusing.  (I'm not insulting any religion or saying someone can't believe. I'm just using an example, and I know everyone is entitled to their own opinions and is allowed to have their own beliefs. Sorry if what I was saying seemed offensive.)
No matter how terrible or unfair that is, those lies is another thing that makes the person themselves. If the truth is important enough, that person wouldn't really be the same person every body has come to call friend, family, or foe because it would change their opinions and views of certain topics, which are really important parts of them. Hope that makes sense! I took the last part of that stanza to mean that the speaker has finally come to accept that they are destined for loneliness. The thing that they'd wish away if they could is the truth, the truth that they will always be alone. They finally realized that they can not just expect their wish of company to come true, and have just (sadly) accepted the fact that they will always be alone and it will always be that way. Even at death. I hope I haven't confused you or annoyed you with this long review! All in all I loves the poem. Brilliant job!! :)
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*CorporateRockWhore Jan 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Heya! Sorry about taking forever to respond to this lovely comment; family shit and school shit drowned me in one massive shit storm so I've been kinda really busy lately being buried in shit.

Thank you very much! I'm glad you saw the truth in this as that is something that I sincerely aim for with every piece that I write. I like the way you interpreted that section; everyone has been lied to at least once and sometimes lies are what is best for the sake of the greater good, but are they really? I like your religious spin on it; I think it's really interesting and I don't think it's offensive at all.

I always love reading your long, lovely reviews; they really mean a lot to me! :D

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Mood: Joy ~lexitaylor670 Dec 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
this is good! :)
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*CorporateRockWhore Dec 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks! :D
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~lexitaylor670 Dec 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
your welcome :)
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