suicidal imbecile

[mourn]

Lying to yourself again, suicidal imbecile
Think about it, put it on a faultline
What'll it take to get it through to you, precious?
No one asks, why do you wanna throw it away like this
Such a mess, I don't wanna watch you
Disconnect and self-destruct one bullet at a time
What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die

[kasha]

Cool poem here is mine:

The waves of the future crash around me,
A silent death they spell,
Is this what the future is to be?
All life to end up in the pits of H*ll.

The world crumbles at me feet.
All I have is these silent waves,
That only tell me of my defeat.
The only place I live is in sorrow filled caves.

My life has died, but I am still here.
My soul has perished, but I remain.
And all those silent waves I can seem to hear,
As they drive my mind insain.

Not bad for my first ever poem

[mourn]

Show me how it all ends,
I must know all the secerets that they hide,
Untill I’m satisfied and empty inside,
I cant stand this land of make believe,
I hate how lies are all we receive,


Show me the destruction of man kind,
I find it hard to believe the answer is too hard to find,
You don’t know what its like to listen to lies,
Knowing the truth is beyond those eyes,
You don’t know what its really like…

[kasha]

Death be here, I can sence it coming near.
I close my eye, and with no supirse I find,
That it seeks me. I am to be the next to die.
So this is where I go from here?
I must leave all those who are dear?
My life has been ended, and the rules bended,
For now I appear. Can you hear my toutured screams?
The night has taken me, And I go without a fight.
Death is here, I am now near. You are next.

[mourn]

tears rolling freely down your face
I watch you cry yourself to sleep.
Deep pain within
Feelings none can reach

[kasha]

Untochable you may seem, like nothing but a dream.
The darkness bonds us, the tides of dark love unite us.
And yet in my evil heart, I fell as if I've been torn apart.
As I give up my pride, but I refuse to hide from you.
My feelings are uncertain, my orbs a close certain.
My past is mine, you should learn to keep in line.
For now my wrath has come, and your fate sealed with my thumb.

Your toutured cries do not bring one tear to my eyes.
Your betrayed my trues with your selfish lust.
Prepare to see, the end of life and love between you and me.
Death will depart us, prepared to die from losing my trust.

[mourn]

When you pinch me, I cry
When you leave me, I feel lonely
When you push me, I stumble
When you laugh, I feel hated
When you cut me, I bleed
When you abuse me, I feel pain
I’m just like you
I am not different nor are you
But you treat me as though I’m a pest
And expect me to worship you
When there is nothing to worship
Because you bear nothing I need nor want
I do not see how you can laugh at my pain
And lock me out as you have
When I still believe
That you are the same person you were
When we promised to never part
Yet you took the path
Of which you promised not to go on
And sent me away
Alone in the woods
Where you expect me to make a trail
And forget the memories and promises
We made and you destroyed
Tell me why you would do this to me
I never judged your clothes or friends
I looked beyond that and saw who you really were
Nevertheless, you did not do the same
Never treated me right
And left me alone
Thinking the gaps from you would heal
However, they never did
Never automatically assume
That friends will be replenished
And they will go on through life
Perfectly fine, unscarred by your doings
Because that’s not what happens
It may not have happened to you quite yet
For your still with the ‘IN’ crowd
But I want to remind you
To get there you got rid of many friends
Including me
You may not understand now
But wait
Those scars that you placed within me will never heal
I hope you realize that

[kasha]

Okay I cant beat that.lol

I just started writing poems like five minutes ago.lol

[mourn]

hehe, i make them up as i go

[kasha]

Yeah so do I, bit for only having five minutes practise I would say I did good.

[mourn]

I look out to the fields
where blood was shed on the ground

I breathe in, breathe out
switch the channel, mute the sound
I hold my knife, try to clear my head
stomach churning at the thought of all those humans being dead

I breathe in, breathe out
holding the knife
over a song
That could change my life
shed a tear
all I know is the end is near

I breathe in, breathe out
stare at the ground, feel like im gunna fall
I try to say a word that will end it all
but my whole body is paralyzed

Breathe in…
Breathe out…

[kasha]

*stares* Geeze quit making me look bad!

[mourn]

your not bad

[kasha]

The darkness of the night.
The fear of the coming fight.
The future of death.
The last breath.
The screams of those you love.
The death of your sweet dove.
The tear in your eye,
As you must say Good- Bye.
The world ends because of you,
Something that you knew.
The war was started because of you.

Now the globe lays in ruins.
Now all you love are dead.
Now all the thoughts surge through your head.
Now you hold up the sword.
Now you take your last breath,
As you taste the sweet kiss of death.

[mourn]

Very, deeply, utterly depressed,
i want to cry, no tears come.
i want to scream, no words come out.
on the inside, im a dark, dismal abyss.
i want to break all, but i cannot
i feel weak, a dull pain all over, jello.
im thinking of cutting, im not afraid of pain.
i welcome its endless torment.. but alas, no knife.
i think of shooting, i have no gun, no bullets.
i need help, oh goddess i need help! no phone, no lifeline.
I want to puke, i cannot.. i wont let myself.
i want to perish, to spite her for what she has done.
I cant hurt my others, my only friends, so i will thrive.. not dive.
I cant take it any more!
I wish they could die.. so that i may as well. Where is that apocolypse? It spites me.. not smites.
I hope the heartless woman dies slowly in an assylum, dare i be with her soon.
Faces, how decieving they are,
body language, its only skin deep.
most think i spoiled, rich, lucky, you name it. theyve said it.
little do their puny minds understand my daily torment, the happy girl is no more than a mere shell of what lay beneath.
She doesnt let them know how she feels.. she couldnt stand their looks.. their pity.. oh their d**ned pity.
Useless.. how i feel. their eyes on me.. oh the happy little girl.. not.
Beauty is as beauty does.. the old prose.
That is my mother, slave driver, tormenter, jailor, all those and more.
so nice to others.. so cruel to me.
She doesnt need to touch, to inflict such unrepairable damage, a mortal wound.
For you see, I am clean outside.. sparkling in fact.
But battered internally, bruises fill me.
They ingulf me, black and blue allover they choke me.
I cant breathe! i cant escape,
my mind inprisons me..
Why dont i die?
Why cant i die...
Because i havent a gun, nor bullets..
for i am poor, how ironic.