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posted by chattycatty
i cry all night
scream with fright
cause my monster is ready to come out and in to my life

the nightmare has just begone
know one will live through the night
people will run but they will not be able to hide

i look at myself turning into it
i see the claws
i walk up to the streets scaring people to death

they run and scream but i tell them its me whats so scary about me
they say who is this monster whose the monster what happend to the person

they run in fear screaming crying holding there bébés screaming out the door
please dont go i saw my Friends and family leave for that will be thee end of me this is what i think of me.
posted by chattycatty
the world once used to be calm
the world now is loud
the world is mad

once i loved
now i hate
dont know why

lions once slept with lambs
now they eat them all the time
this is not a lie

kids once were loved
now there hated
parents abusing

l’amour once went on
then it stopped
people stopped loveing people

people once wanted to live
now they want to die
with a knife

actors once were kind
now most are mean
we all changed suddently

once people hugged with smiles
now they hurt with smiles on there ugly face
what has happend to all of us in this world




we all once lived happily till the world went loud
posted by irena83
I want toi to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little par little toi stop loving me
I shall stop loving toi little par little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If toi think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,...
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posted by cutiegirl01
Scaired and alone,
sad and depressed,
this is what i know best,
Chilled to the bone,
Your cœur, coeur cold as ice,
dust to dust,
you arent someone i trust,
Water so deep,
This pain will only end,
When I sleep.

When I smiled,
When I laughed,
It was because I thought of death.
When I cried,
When I screamed,
It was because my death was to slow.
When I smiled my final smile,
No one cried,
No one cared.
I grabbed a couteau and a slip of paper,
I wrote my final words,
I sat in my room staring at the knife.
I heard a laugh,
I heard a cry,
Turned to see my family right par my side.
I ran away,
I’m scare to death,
I grab my couteau but...
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posted by juicyjossy9
D E
S I
R E


fatal velocity, comes on with a rush
overpowering, gives the final push

what never moves, is never still
who has the final word
it holds the world in a single pill
and all life rendered absurd

if toi …
kill sweet desire, faith may numb the trial
but can toi run all your life?
kill sweet desire, truth will make a liar
you can run but not hide!
so run for your life

a false sincerity, a liar and a thief
my pulse and memory, a comfort within grief
what never moves, is never still, who has the final word
it holds the world in a single pill, and all life rendered absurd

if toi …
kill sweet desire, faith...
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posted by juicyjossy9
sleep


hear your heartbeat
beat a frantic pace
and it's not even seven am
you're feeling the rush of anguish settlin’
you cannot help showin’ them in
so hurry up then
or you'll fall behind and
they will take control of toi
and toi need to heal the hurt behind your eyes
fickle words crowdin’ your mind

so
sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
like waves of sweet fire, you're sûr, sans danger within
sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushin’ in
and carry toi over to a new mornin’

try as toi might
you try to give it up
seems to be holdin’ on fast
its hand in your hand
a shadow over toi
a beggar...
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added by moodystuff449
Source: i wrote it
posted by whitelion
when did i see anges cry
i saw an Angel cry when
a poor man asked for help
but was denied

I saw an Angel cry
when a amoureux cœur, coeur
was broken
and devoured par despair

i saw an Angel cry
when two best Friends
had a fight, a dit unnecessary words
and didn't talk for a couple of weeks

i saw an Angel cry when
a husband and a wife kept secrets
from each other
thinking no one will know, no one will get hurt

but toi see their tears
are not like the tears
that toi and i
sometimes cry

their tears are much
more bitter
each tear is stained
with a grief that pierces their hearts

because they saw what
we could of been
what we...
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added by irena83
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Source: Google images/Edited par me
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Source: www.retortmagazine.com
I give toi these verses so that if my name,
A vessel favored par a strong north wind,
Fortunately reaches the distant future's shore,
And some night sets the minds of men to dreaming,

Your memory, like fables shrouded in the past,
Will weary the reader like a dulcimer,
And par a mystical, brotherly bond
Remain suspended from my haughty verse;

Accurst being to whom, from the deep abysm
To the highest heaven, nothing responds, save me!
— O toi who, like an ephemeral ghost,

Trample lightly and with a serene look
Upon the dull mortals who found toi repugnant,
Jet eyed statue, tall Angel with a brow of bronze!...
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added by irena83
added by teamsalvatore98
Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine
Must I recall
Our loves recall how then
After each sorrow joy came back again

Let night come on bells end the day
The days go par me still I stay

Hands joined and face to face let’s stay just so
While underneath
The bridge of our arms shall go
Weary of endless looks the river’s flow

Let night come on bells end the day
The days go par me still I stay

All l’amour goes par as water to the sea
All l’amour goes by
How slow life seems to me
How violent the hope of l’amour can be

Let night come on bells end the day
The days go par me still I stay

The days the weeks pass par beyond...
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added by cutiegirl01
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