burningraven

caressed by the darkness. trapped. alone. voilently shaking. you\'re unknown. he holds your mouth, \"please don\'t cry\". \"your scaring me, stop it.\" he smiles, \"don\'t lie...\" you don\'t try and hide. don\'t even run. you know what\'s comming. he pulls out his gun. the stench on his breath, as he pulls you close. you scream and fight, \"shut up bitch! you slut. hoe.\" it\'s annother time he\'s won you. still you don\'t run? \"he loves me deep down... he can\'t help his fun\" now your watching. bleeding your love. he\'s still firing bullets does love hurt that much?

My green pen is red. And with every word i write, I remind myself: I am blind. My blue walls are grey. And everytime i walk out my door, I remind myself: I live in a tomb. My real world is fake. And with every honest thought i think, I remind myself: I am full of lies.

My house is crashing down around me. Now one question stands: How did it happen? Arguments. Who do i believe? I am wrong. I am right. \"No I am\", said I. \"No, I am!\", said I. Who are you?! Confusion sweeps the streets clean of any trust. GO AWAY! I don\'t know you (anymore). What are you doing in my house?!

i blink ignorence, for i am young. my ears bleed, i am listening none. my hands shake, for i am afraid. but i won\'t take pity, i stand alone with my crusaides. i taste the words i poison people with, for i am full of lies. though i am honest because i told you, is that not true also? listen to me stranger. stop judging me dad. you can\'t hear me because, your ears bleed too.

In this time of hate and war, Corruption, lies, we\'ve heard it all, Does anyone care for simple things? -a butterfly dying, she tore her wing. Or have we been desensitized, Just counting the loss of all those lives? Does anyone care for that boy who\'s starving? In annother country you can\'t hear his crying. O well out of sight, out of mind, and as we say, \"What could I do anyway? It\'s not my fault he\'s going to die.\" Just like that lonely butterfly. She was the last left of her beautiful kind. We\'d wiped out the rest thanks to the uranium mines. And wasn\'t nuclear war fun? Why else would we have forgotten all the damag

They stood proud; inwardly congratulating themselves for the work they had completed, while I, scared and tormented, cowered on the cold cement ground. I could feel the grains of concrete embedding into my cheek. My body felt so heavy, just lying there pathetic and useless, like road-kill. They towered over me like skyscraper buildings. I didn't cry, but I bled, and that was enough for them. They walked away as champions. Warm liquid dripped from my nose, and I coughed as my lungs inhaled it. The constant trauma I face is now just a part of a daily routine. And like eating and sleeping, it has become a necessity for them, though I give them

Devious Journal Wed Apr 16, 2003 \"when your hurting so much your numb, it\'s hard to let people in enough to listen to what they have to say. your too busy conctrating on not feeling the pain. too busy holding back the tears and vomit that you try and pretend you don\'t have volently choking from you. because you don\'t want to beleive you were used, you\'d rather pretend you never loved in the first place. when the person you loved most, would have died for... and nearly did, just to try and understand them (?), has questionable morals, you question everything. you question your morals, your beliefs, who you are, who your other loved ones

Lies are our blankets, we hide when we\'re afraid In the dark we tell ourselves, 'everything\'s ok' We build walls around us, one brick at a time To block out the real, as sight burns our mind \'It\'s hard to be honest\', I tell my friend A confused look given, and I understand then The costume she wears, is not meant to be real An act for the public, a charade of appeal Unfortunately though, for my friends' sake She has forgotten, what\'s under the cape Her wide pixie smile, and shrill, loud laugh Are real I know but, so's the vomit/tear/blood bath Fuck, I can\'t cope, it\'s scary when she cuts Not understanding, her pain on me

A siren screams somewhere No one hears No one cares Empty streets filled with silence A child lost, sings of earspilting terror Sheads deadly tears of hate A hundred thousand miles away No one can help her No one else cares Two students arguing over right or wrong What do they know? They are too young No one listens Why care? \"Why bother caring about it? It\'s not even happening here.\" \"Did you see \'Home and Away\' last night?\" \"NO. The news was on instead, and i missed it. It\'s so unfair\" Your not listening to me, I say Selfish, Ignorent, Zombie Nation Why don\'t you care? Blank expressions reply my outburst And

What good are legs if they can\'t take you where you want to go? What use do your eyes have if you can\'t see things clearly? What good is a voice, if all it does is speak lies? What use is a soul, if all it does is weep? But don\'t ask yourselves these questions. Don\'t open your minds. Don\'t kill yourslef when life\'s a shithole. That, would be selfish. Just be a void. Join the Zombie Society. I did. Said the Forgotten. Voice. In. Your. Head.

when this is written remember not the hand that wrote it   a somber piano playing down my life remeber not the soul in absense learn you passion save not from the hate but remember the feeling you had when your life finally began and ended rember not what you have but what you lost time will tell i'm sorry i'm not there to tell you theres so much more i wanted to... entophy's call will speak remeber not what it said but what it yearns for hail you lonlely soul hail you wondering mind when it comes to bear that you can no loner go and you seek to follow me so much to live for so much to die for you have a heart, has

shhh listen! that's the sound that's eternal bliss a world of peace that doesn't see the difference between i can't explain why i can't stay but i can redirect the question to you. how can you live with this? go through each day with that kind of torture pain and suffering. between the whispers that follow us and the sneers that loom ahead is that small bit silence that i crave to hold that doesnt see the difference between birds can fly fish can swim but together they are a mess and there is no silence with the flapping of wings and splashing of water in a world of discreet segregation with your wings and my fins the

if i hammer a nail into the wall it stays in place it holds it together but i keep hitting my thumb loving you is my life you are in my coffee, as i stir it in my shoelaces, as i tie them in my walls, as i hammer nails into them my house is filled with the essence of you i breathe in you every day and then i stop breathing but you're still there tough as nails when you stare at me with your cold eyes or touch my skin with yours i don't shiver i don't breathe i can't. do. anything. you're killing me and i love it my heart is racing my face is sweating my fists are clenched tough as nails just like you

I sat on the mouldy seat of a half-packed train on a tuesday night. the wait seems endless when theres nothing to do. i sat staring into space, my station a while away. it had been a long day and everyone else on the train that evening looked the same. weary faces, holding onto bars and sitting seats, swaying gently in sync as the train lumbered along. the train halted at near-empty station, where a crying girl stepped into the train. her loud wails pierced the silence that had been there and everyone looked up and stared, myself being one of them. she was leaning, hunching, against the door, a black eye standing out from the other. her lip w

two ppl one here one there fight the same fights lose the same battles destroy the same people one fights with athourity needs to understand reasons before repramand the other is content to stop doesnt care to spar its not worth it he says it doesnt matter its all ok whose life is better? whose life is fuller? who can say that they enjoy life? who can say they\'ve never thought of the knife who are these people? u seem them walking down the street normal as all else not a thing outta place because they are the same person and they perfer death to thought because all thought does is torment a soul and split it in

From the heavens came a chilled haze, Like thick fog clouding over the highest peak Where the snow lies crisp white. Dewdrops balance on blades of grass, Like tears that have fell upon quivering lips. Crimson leaves swirl around the lifeless old oak And descend on to thick slabs of ice Before being blown away by the howling wind. A rare red squirrel digs frantically for its treasure Of shiny brown nuts polished clean by melting crystals. I stand and look upon this deserted land, Where no one murmers or utters a word, And think to myself, ''Why must things die?''