Did she ever tell you that this meant so much to her? Did you know that every time you woke up hearing those undistinguishable sounds it was her, pleading with the night just to see you, to hold you, taste you one last time? You swore you loved her. Promised her the world and everything in it. She never wanted anything but you and you were the only thing you couldn't give.
She can work a crowd better than anyone you know. She speaks a thousand words with just a look, but you can't see past the surface. To you she's a rock, a pillar of strength. But she cries when she thinks no one's looking.
She gave you her heart and you never returned t
You want to play with fire? Let's send this whole town up in flames. Let's watch as it burns to the ground leaving nothing but ash in its wake. But as it burns you'll run as far as you can so you don't have to see the mess you've made. You think you're so special because you can take a lighter and hold it to your own flesh? Because you can stand the smell of your own putrid skin as it burns? Does that make you some sort of hero? Trust me I've got enough scars to make the most cut up patients on the surgical floor nauseous. You say that you're through and that this life isn't for you, but here you are standing poised so gracefully above the fl
Condemned Motels by ataleofsoundandfury, literature
Literature
Condemned Motels
Sweetie you know you love this dance we do. I'm still your safe girl, waiting in the corner all painted up with nowhere to go, hoping and praying that maybe, just maybe, you'll glance in my direction. Hoping for maybe a second your eyes would linger on me. Baby you're so beautiful it breaks my heart. We've walked a fine line you and I. Was it blind passion or a beautiful quest for revenge that led us to be tangled up in on your floor. Make it hurt I dare you. You looked at me with soft, sad eyes and I melted. You hypnotize me with that stare and the second you do I'm all yours. Truth or dare? You know you'll pick dare every time because the t
Silly Boys with Silly Dreams by ataleofsoundandfury, literature
Literature
Silly Boys with Silly Dreams
You say you want to go off and fight these wars. You say you can kill, can watch the life slowly and painfully leave your friends eyes. You think you're strong enough to see your enemies' eyes close at your hand. You want to be a hero. You want to carry on tradition. You need glory. You think you can find it by fighting, by putting your life on the line. You think you can find immortality, find heroism. You know what the only thing you'll find is? Death. Pain. Suffering. There is no victor in war. There are only empty shells of the victories you so long for. The screams of the men you saw die will haunt you, cause to you wake screaming in the
It's spiraling down a hallway at a thousand miles an hour. Its like trying to run through the crooked house on the hill, one wrong step will send you and everything around you plummeting into the unfathomable depths below. It's not knowing when or how to stop. It's wanting to but knowing that the second you do everything will begin to just slip by, slightly beyond your grasp. If you stop moving then everything that you've been running from for so long will catch up. All the love, the hate, the pain, the sorrow, the joy. Every feeling will crash into you tearing you apart from you're very soul. It's heart wrenching. It brings tears to your eye
Seeking solace from the violent sky I look up, my face open to the heavens. The earth shakes as the piercing scream fills my soul like thunder on the darkest night. Rain pours from the sky soaking me trying to wash away every drop of blood on me from every wound you have left on me. The water mixes with the fresh tears, becoming one. Lightning crashes and illuminates the sky, like the moments of clarity I so long for. I long for the knife to just take me. The thunder crashes so loud that I can no longer hear my own screams. The lightning blinds me. The rain washes away every trouble and every bit of hurt. Until the sun comes out, because then
Nate,
On the way home as you slept next to me I eventually fell asleep too, my head falling to your shoulder, I couldn't help but think about how right it felt, me there next to you. I remember when your head fell on top of mine and it lay there for a while, your goatee scratching slightly at my head when you moved. I remember moving my head, burying it into your shirt. And I remember falling asleep, with Armor for Sleep playing through the ipod, one earpiece in your ear, the other in mine, you're beautiful smell filling my lungs. It was like being one person, our chests rising and falling in blissful unison.
And then I woke up.
Forever to Horny Boys is a Lie by ataleofsoundandfury, literature
Literature
Forever to Horny Boys is a Lie
Let's lie to our boyfriends like they lie to us
Let's live for the one night stands
Let's make it easy
Why bother with love?
No one beleives in love
And forever only lasts as long as my clothes on the floor
Writers. Poets. by ataleofsoundandfury, literature
Literature
Writers. Poets.
I'm sick of everyone being a writer. A poet. An artist. I'm tired of everyone pretending they know how if feels to die. Suddenly all any one can feel is angst. Suddenly you all need to slit your wrists, too bad you do it with dull blades. You've all enrolled to learn to tie a noose that you will never use. You don't need rope; you're already swinging from a line of your own mistakes. You swear that you have a tormented soul, that everyone you meet is there to hurt you. You don't know real pain. You've never felt absolute bliss. When death knocks on you're door you'll run, tail between your legs. You need someone to look at you and say you des
Dreaming when you're awake is the worst kind of dreaming. Because you know that everything around you is real, but somewhere between what is real and what is not are the shadows. Because in this waking dream I saw it. I saw you kill yourself and I saw me watching as your life left. I wanted to scream but didn't know how. I bit my lip and I tasted the blood, I still do, even though there is no blood in my mouth. I remember seeing the columns of scars and cuts on me, the scissors in my hand ready to do it again. I saw us all at the fire where we were all supposed to be happy. I saw all of us just simply watching it. I never even knew you left.
Dreaming when you're awake is the worst kind of dreaming. Because you know that everything around you is real, but somewhere between what is real and what is not are the shadows. Because in this waking dream I saw it. I saw you kill yourself and I saw me watching as your life left. I wanted to scream but didn't know how. I bit my lip and I tasted the blood, I still do, even though there is no blood in my mouth. I remember seeing the columns of scars and cuts on me, the scissors in my hand ready to do it again. I saw us all at the fire where we were all supposed to be happy. I saw all of us just simply watching it. I never even knew you left.
Writers. Poets. by ataleofsoundandfury, literature
Literature
Writers. Poets.
I'm sick of everyone being a writer. A poet. An artist. I'm tired of everyone pretending they know how if feels to die. Suddenly all any one can feel is angst. Suddenly you all need to slit your wrists, too bad you do it with dull blades. You've all enrolled to learn to tie a noose that you will never use. You don't need rope; you're already swinging from a line of your own mistakes. You swear that you have a tormented soul, that everyone you meet is there to hurt you. You don't know real pain. You've never felt absolute bliss. When death knocks on you're door you'll run, tail between your legs. You need someone to look at you and say you des
Forever to Horny Boys is a Lie by ataleofsoundandfury, literature
Literature
Forever to Horny Boys is a Lie
Let's lie to our boyfriends like they lie to us
Let's live for the one night stands
Let's make it easy
Why bother with love?
No one beleives in love
And forever only lasts as long as my clothes on the floor
Nate,
On the way home as you slept next to me I eventually fell asleep too, my head falling to your shoulder, I couldn't help but think about how right it felt, me there next to you. I remember when your head fell on top of mine and it lay there for a while, your goatee scratching slightly at my head when you moved. I remember moving my head, burying it into your shirt. And I remember falling asleep, with Armor for Sleep playing through the ipod, one earpiece in your ear, the other in mine, you're beautiful smell filling my lungs. It was like being one person, our chests rising and falling in blissful unison.
And then I woke up.
Seeking solace from the violent sky I look up, my face open to the heavens. The earth shakes as the piercing scream fills my soul like thunder on the darkest night. Rain pours from the sky soaking me trying to wash away every drop of blood on me from every wound you have left on me. The water mixes with the fresh tears, becoming one. Lightning crashes and illuminates the sky, like the moments of clarity I so long for. I long for the knife to just take me. The thunder crashes so loud that I can no longer hear my own screams. The lightning blinds me. The rain washes away every trouble and every bit of hurt. Until the sun comes out, because then
It's spiraling down a hallway at a thousand miles an hour. Its like trying to run through the crooked house on the hill, one wrong step will send you and everything around you plummeting into the unfathomable depths below. It's not knowing when or how to stop. It's wanting to but knowing that the second you do everything will begin to just slip by, slightly beyond your grasp. If you stop moving then everything that you've been running from for so long will catch up. All the love, the hate, the pain, the sorrow, the joy. Every feeling will crash into you tearing you apart from you're very soul. It's heart wrenching. It brings tears to your eye
Silly Boys with Silly Dreams by ataleofsoundandfury, literature
Literature
Silly Boys with Silly Dreams
You say you want to go off and fight these wars. You say you can kill, can watch the life slowly and painfully leave your friends eyes. You think you're strong enough to see your enemies' eyes close at your hand. You want to be a hero. You want to carry on tradition. You need glory. You think you can find it by fighting, by putting your life on the line. You think you can find immortality, find heroism. You know what the only thing you'll find is? Death. Pain. Suffering. There is no victor in war. There are only empty shells of the victories you so long for. The screams of the men you saw die will haunt you, cause to you wake screaming in the
Condemned Motels by ataleofsoundandfury, literature
Literature
Condemned Motels
Sweetie you know you love this dance we do. I'm still your safe girl, waiting in the corner all painted up with nowhere to go, hoping and praying that maybe, just maybe, you'll glance in my direction. Hoping for maybe a second your eyes would linger on me. Baby you're so beautiful it breaks my heart. We've walked a fine line you and I. Was it blind passion or a beautiful quest for revenge that led us to be tangled up in on your floor. Make it hurt I dare you. You looked at me with soft, sad eyes and I melted. You hypnotize me with that stare and the second you do I'm all yours. Truth or dare? You know you'll pick dare every time because the t
You want to play with fire? Let's send this whole town up in flames. Let's watch as it burns to the ground leaving nothing but ash in its wake. But as it burns you'll run as far as you can so you don't have to see the mess you've made. You think you're so special because you can take a lighter and hold it to your own flesh? Because you can stand the smell of your own putrid skin as it burns? Does that make you some sort of hero? Trust me I've got enough scars to make the most cut up patients on the surgical floor nauseous. You say that you're through and that this life isn't for you, but here you are standing poised so gracefully above the fl
Did she ever tell you that this meant so much to her? Did you know that every time you woke up hearing those undistinguishable sounds it was her, pleading with the night just to see you, to hold you, taste you one last time? You swore you loved her. Promised her the world and everything in it. She never wanted anything but you and you were the only thing you couldn't give.
She can work a crowd better than anyone you know. She speaks a thousand words with just a look, but you can't see past the surface. To you she's a rock, a pillar of strength. But she cries when she thinks no one's looking.
She gave you her heart and you never returned t
Lying By Ommission -selection- by Gymdawg, literature
Literature
Lying By Ommission -selection-
When you spread these lies
Like you spread your legs on the cold, dark nights
I could never hurt you, but he's doing just fine
Hook, line, and sucker,
"No, child, you're not mine."
A Horsey just broke through,
An army got in.
The Trojan ruse worked,
But couldn't hold back the men
Blood loss from the fortress,
A Pain/Passion delight
You fell for the trick, girl,
You've earned all this plight.
Thought he'd actually love you
Like he said he would
Push-pulling has ceased now,
He'd run if he could.
Of traitors and turncoats,
A new song is sung
From the same little mountains
where your childhood was hung.
Condemned Motels by ataleofsoundandfury, literature
Literature
Condemned Motels
Sweetie you know you love this dance we do. I'm still your safe girl, waiting in the corner all painted up with nowhere to go, hoping and praying that maybe, just maybe, you'll glance in my direction. Hoping for maybe a second your eyes would linger on me. Baby you're so beautiful it breaks my heart. We've walked a fine line you and I. Was it blind passion or a beautiful quest for revenge that led us to be tangled up in on your floor. Make it hurt I dare you. You looked at me with soft, sad eyes and I melted. You hypnotize me with that stare and the second you do I'm all yours. Truth or dare? You know you'll pick dare every time because the t
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