she's that dangerous kind
she only wears black with her long dark hair and her light brown eyes
she loves the sight of blood
her ultimate pleasure is seeing people suffer from pain
hearing them scream and beg makes her moan
she killes with one look of her eye
she makes men drop at her feet
heartless,thoughless
she's a demon witch
she looks like a human,but she's nothing like a human
آپ can tell she's different
آپ can tell that she's got something special about her
the way she plays with her tongue,touch her skin
the way she chooses one,there's must be something about him she can't figure out
and she has to know any way it takes her before she kills him
she'll take him an easy victim and push him on the bed
she'll roll over him and take off his shirt
then she'll whisper into his ears her famous seductive words:
"close your eyes and picture me,then you'll feel my lips touching yours and an overwhelming heat of me taking آپ straight to hell"
the pleasure she gives,no woman can deliver
she's a queen of all the damned
she never gets enough and she can't be tamed
she's a wild creature,you can't hold inside what she's got
the feelings she has will make your brain go insane
all the twisted pervert thoughts in such a pretty little thing
don't try to stay in her way,don't try to change her
she can't be changed,just like آپ can't change the sky
she's not looking for who can fix her
she's looking for whose exactly like her
but she's one of a kind
she only wears black with her long dark hair and her light brown eyes
she loves the sight of blood
her ultimate pleasure is seeing people suffer from pain
hearing them scream and beg makes her moan
she killes with one look of her eye
she makes men drop at her feet
heartless,thoughless
she's a demon witch
she looks like a human,but she's nothing like a human
آپ can tell she's different
آپ can tell that she's got something special about her
the way she plays with her tongue,touch her skin
the way she chooses one,there's must be something about him she can't figure out
and she has to know any way it takes her before she kills him
she'll take him an easy victim and push him on the bed
she'll roll over him and take off his shirt
then she'll whisper into his ears her famous seductive words:
"close your eyes and picture me,then you'll feel my lips touching yours and an overwhelming heat of me taking آپ straight to hell"
the pleasure she gives,no woman can deliver
she's a queen of all the damned
she never gets enough and she can't be tamed
she's a wild creature,you can't hold inside what she's got
the feelings she has will make your brain go insane
all the twisted pervert thoughts in such a pretty little thing
don't try to stay in her way,don't try to change her
she can't be changed,just like آپ can't change the sky
she's not looking for who can fix her
she's looking for whose exactly like her
but she's one of a kind
ارے Mom,
It's been a while
Since آپ sat اگلے to me,
Since I saw آپ smile
I miss آپ Mom
I wish آپ were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see آپ Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my دل in two
I'll always remember Mom,
آپ taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling آپ Mom
Losing آپ killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what آپ were Mom,
Strong.
In everything آپ said
In everything آپ did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
It's been a while
Since آپ sat اگلے to me,
Since I saw آپ smile
I miss آپ Mom
I wish آپ were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see آپ Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my دل in two
I'll always remember Mom,
آپ taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling آپ Mom
Losing آپ killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what آپ were Mom,
Strong.
In everything آپ said
In everything آپ did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the سیکنڈ of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But آپ should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do آپ do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three مزید seconds, gone, like that,
Did آپ use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these سیکنڈ in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the سیکنڈ of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But آپ should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do آپ do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three مزید seconds, gone, like that,
Did آپ use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these سیکنڈ in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the ہل, لندن
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the ہل, لندن
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die Emo کتیا, کتيا die, bitchy whore. That last تبصرہ doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it کہا roses are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if آپ want I'll tell them to can it, all because I love آپ Janet. I don't know who wrote آپ love poem rhyme thing but I love آپ too!
Is It True آپ Lie?
Is It True آپ Hate Me?
Is It True آپ Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True آپ Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True آپ Like Me Crying?
Is It True آپ Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True آپ Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True آپ Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True آپ Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True آپ Let Me Call آپ My True Bestfriend When آپ Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True آپ Hate Me?
Is It True آپ Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True آپ Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True آپ Like Me Crying?
Is It True آپ Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True آپ Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True آپ Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True آپ Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True آپ Let Me Call آپ My True Bestfriend When آپ Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were آگ کے, آگ red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why آپ are
mad at me.
Why آپ shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My دوستوں ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why آپ are mad.
Why do آپ have to do
what آپ do to me?
Why does it give آپ
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my دوستوں take action?
Why cant آپ tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why آپ are
mad at me.
Why آپ shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My دوستوں ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why آپ are mad.
Why do آپ have to do
what آپ do to me?
Why does it give آپ
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my دوستوں take action?
Why cant آپ tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not سے طرف کی blood, then سے طرف کی what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, آپ ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time writing in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, آپ ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time writing in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
