tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90613072011-04-21T21:14:13.620-07:00This is my peotry blog and it might suck but its mine.AngelEyedJuggalettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07385712099795504146noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061307.post-1142515132207212102006-03-16T05:17:00.000-08:002006-03-16T05:18:52.220-08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Some laugh...<br />Say I’m Crazy... when I know...<br />Something bad is going to happen...<br />But when I’m right...<br />No one is laughing<br />They are all too scared...<br />It came true.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I sincerely wish...<br />I could be one of you...<br />The "happy people"...<br />Be all about bunnies and puppy love...<br />But it’s kinda hard...<br />When I close my eyes...<br />I see all the wolds evil.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Some say I was born defective...<br />Even when I sleep...<br />I see murder and rape... inside my head...<br />So for now...<br />Take joy in the fact...<br />Your not like me.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>One of these days...<br />I’ll beg you not to go...<br />You’ll laugh it off...<br />Like you always do.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Laugh at me...<br />Call me a freak...<br />Go ahead...<br />But just remember...<br />One day...<br />The joke...<br />Will be on you. </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061307-114251513220721210?l=rejectionsdoorstep.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AngelEyedJuggalettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07385712099795504146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061307.post-1142514105547075222006-03-16T05:01:00.000-08:002006-03-16T05:01:45.790-08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Wanna see something really scary<br />Well then I dare you<br />Take another stab at my back<br />How many times do you think it’ll take<br />Before I crack<br />Before I snap<br />Before I start to laugh<br />While taking my axe to your back<br />How many insults can you rape someone with<br />Before they finally fight back<br />Who the fuck are you<br />Why do you hate<br />What makes you think that I should be like you<br />Why should I conform to fit your standards<br />Why don’t you conform to mine<br />What makes you think that your better than me</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061307-114251410554707522?l=rejectionsdoorstep.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AngelEyedJuggalettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07385712099795504146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061307.post-1142513272592679192006-03-16T04:30:00.000-08:002006-03-16T04:47:52.606-08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I see you alone in your room...<br />I see you hidden from the world...<br />I see you naked... in a sense...<br />I see you for who you really are...<br />I see you... behind all the masks and charades...<br />A cheat... a liar... a phony... a fake...<br />And oh so much hate...<br />As the blade runs across your skin...<br />I see what you really are inside...<br />I see that you are no different than I...<br />I see you had no reason for the hate you bestowed upon me...<br />Before you go... Tell me one thing...<br />What makes you hate???<br />But alas I was too late...<br />For to much blood had been spilled...<br />So I ask you now...<br />Was it really worth it???</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061307-114251327259267919?l=rejectionsdoorstep.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AngelEyedJuggalettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07385712099795504146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061307.post-1142512118878068592006-03-16T04:27:00.000-08:002006-03-16T04:30:20.506-08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I cry inside for the things I try to hide<br />From everyone... including myself, I hide this shit inside<br />I hide the darkness along with the light...<br />Knowing it will never be alright<br />So cold and alone it’s a pain you will never know<br />Pain that never sleeps... No use trying to run<br />The pain... it doesn’t breath...<br />I know... I’ve tried to drown it<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I will never be perfect, I will never be sane<br />I will never be safe from the monster hiding inside<br />The monster in my soul that desolates everything it sees<br />I wish I could stop it... But until I find a way<br />Save yourself the pain that is me...<br />Run while you still can...</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061307-114251211887806859?l=rejectionsdoorstep.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AngelEyedJuggalettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07385712099795504146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061307.post-1142510605351043312006-03-16T04:00:00.000-08:002006-03-16T04:03:25.350-08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I feel so dead inside<br />Sometimes when I lay in bed<br />I seriously wonder if I am alive<br />Then I move my finger and realize<br />I am alive... but just barely<br />I am the living dead<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I feel so dead inside<br />I feel this emptiness in my soul<br />I wonder if I will ever feel again<br />Then I get depressed and realize<br />I can still feel... just not anything good<br />I am the living dead</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061307-114251060535104331?l=rejectionsdoorstep.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AngelEyedJuggalettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07385712099795504146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061307.post-1142510375545765312006-03-16T03:57:00.000-08:002006-03-16T03:59:35.546-08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Pain<br />Torment<br />Shame<br />Anguish<br />Disgust<br />Fear<br />Anger<br />Thoughts of Suicide<br />Thoughts of Homicide<br />Sitting in the shower rocking back and forth<br />Sitting<br />Rocking<br />Scrubbing<br />Trying to scrub off the pain along with the feelings of shame and disgust<br />Flashbacks<br />Tormented thoughts<br />Drowning in the anguish<br />Pictures playing back in my head<br />Fear of going anywhere or doing anything<br />Fear of living, Fear of breathing<br />Fear of thinking<br />Hoping I will forget<br />Knowing it will haunt me forever<br />Pain<br />Torment<br />Shame<br />Anguish<br />Fear<br />Anger<br />Forever</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061307-114251037554576531?l=rejectionsdoorstep.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AngelEyedJuggalettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07385712099795504146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061307.post-1142509983026060382006-03-16T03:46:00.000-08:002006-03-16T03:54:46.223-08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Once upon a time there a was a man who said he was in love with a woman.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>This woman saw this man as her prince.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>This relationship blossomed and flowered in the sun of their love.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>One day this man told this woman that he could not promise her the world.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>This man told this woman that all he could promise her is his eternal love, respect, truth, and devotion.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>What this man did not know is, what he promised her meant the world to her so in turn he did in fact promise her the world.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>This woman believed in his promise and promised him the same.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>One day this woman wrote this for this man.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Devotion<br />Wash over me mighty wind<br />Wash over me and make me pure<br />Flow Through me gentle breeze<br />Flow through me and make me whole<br />Dance with me spirits<br />Dance in celebration<br />Celebrate with me another new day of joy and love<br />Take joy in our life together<br />Take joy in our eternal love for each other<br />Love me for eternity is all I ask of you<br />This is my promise to you my love<br />Exactly what I ask of you<br />Eternal Love and Devotion<br />A life together with all the ups and downs<br />But over all, I know, The good will out weigh the bad<br />I want to experience everything life has to offer with you by my side<br />Through all the good and the bad<br />Till death do us part<br />Always together<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>This woman, however, was oblivious to any thing this man may do.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>It never crossed this woman’s mind that this man might hurt her, so she put her trust in him, and never thought twice about it.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>One day this man left this woman.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>This man left with no warning... No letter... No fight... Not a word... No closure.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>As a very wise person once said "All good things must come to an end."<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Brake ups... Divorces... Deaths. These all end things that should be beautiful and most likely, at some point in time, were.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>But as this woman lays in bed, felling as if her world were crashing down around her, wondering what she did wrong, wondering what she always does wrong, she realizes that she will over come all of this and she will become stronger because of this mans insecurities and lies.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>As another wise person once said "What does not kill us only makes us stronger."<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>But that my friends is how all of this woman’s fairy tales end... sad, but with a glimmer of hope... no happy endings, just a promise of another day.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061307-114250998302606038?l=rejectionsdoorstep.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AngelEyedJuggalettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07385712099795504146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061307.post-1114746333701562822005-04-28T20:29:00.000-07:002005-04-28T20:45:33.703-07:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Blood, Hatred</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Human hearts, Beating, Bleeding</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>In my hands</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Burst open, Lifeless Bodies</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>In my hands</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Blood, Hatred, Death, War</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Human life, Human death</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Fire, Brimstone, Hell</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>You are the next Human Death</strong></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">This first poem is kinda old and if I remember correctly I wrote it for my ex-girlfriend when she had to have something to turn in for english lol it was awesome.</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061307-111474633370156282?l=rejectionsdoorstep.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AngelEyedJuggalettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07385712099795504146noreply@blogger.com4