Endless loop.
Forced to watch.
Runs from my head
into my heart.
Back to my head,
my mind replays.
My heart explodes,
the pain so great.
Make it stop,
Please end my life.
Come take my hand and let us walk,
arrows and slings,
though lifes trying times,
fall to the ground,
no damage done,
my hand in yours and yours in mine,
together we stand,
darkness will come,
our hearts beat quick,
yet when the day come and the tear are gone,
together we stand no damage done.
When we where three. by thingswentbackwards, literature
Literature
When we where three.
Do you remember the time I held your hand?
Or the time you skinned your knee?
You sat and cry for hours, till I skinned my knee for you.
Then you laughed, and laughed at me.
Do you remember the times I fought the dragons for you?
I'm not sure if you do, I think we where only three.
Do you remember the time you got sick?
When your mom wouldn't let me in?
So I snuck in though your window and played hand puppets with you that night.
You laughed so hard you cried.
Do you remember when we laid on the grassy hill?
Looking into a clear blue sky, no clouds to get in our way,
That's when I secretly promised that I would stay by your side.
Blood on Your hands by thingswentbackwards, literature
Literature
Blood on Your hands
I have come one last time to bleed.
Don't want your heart, your pity.
Just to show to you your work.
Return your words, your weapons.
The tear in my heart, scared over.
But I have come to you to bleed.
Not to talk, or your pity.
I take the weapon, not words.
Scared open, my heart ripped out.
One last time I come to bleed.
Icy cold fingers by thingswentbackwards, literature
Literature
Icy cold fingers
Icy cold fingers, carves through the night, collecting death on the way.
Icy cold fingers, creeps through the day, emptiness left in its way.
Icy cold fingers, wraps around the heart, coldness on display.
Icy cold fingers, steals the soul, another one to betray.
Icy cold fingers, touch the body, just to die away.
Icy cold fingers, carves through the night, collecting death on the way.
I am not asleep by thingswentbackwards, literature
Literature
I am not asleep
I am dreaming about you,
But I am not asleep,
It's the middle of the day.
Staring at the walls,
In the prison that I keep,
Can't go backwards, forward has been block.
Spinning around in circles,
My heads a living mess.
Day becomes night,
So many hours have been lost,
You stole the time,
You stole my heart,
You stole my soul.
Now give me some rest.
Night into day,
The cycle is repeated.
In my mind I live,
Behind these walls of black and grey.
You came to me again in my sleep,
4:30 this time, you tell me to move on.
Oh Sarah, how can I?
You don't know what you took.
Oh Sarah, when you left, my heart in you one hand, my soul in the other.
Now, be on the grave you call, in my dreams you haunt me still.
Oh Sarah it's being so long, yet I how I miss you still.
You tell me to move on, No one to hold my hand,
No one to hold me tight,
I still see you that cold night.
The night you took my life, as yours slow bled away.
Why did he have to shoot, all we had we gave to him.
My ears still ring of death, I still wear the blood stained vest.
Oh Sarah my one true love.
Just move th
I wear it on my sleeve. by thingswentbackwards, literature
Literature
I wear it on my sleeve.
Can't you see the hole in my heart?
The void filled with pain.
Can't you see the ripped distorted edges?
That the dull knife of time has made.
Can't you see my blood on your hands?
From the missing piece you stole.
Can't you see the scare that's left?
From damage you have done.
Can't you see black circles?
Void of life, no color in my eyes.
Can't you see tear stained tracks?
Where rosy checks once dwelled.
Can't you see my Heart breaking?
It should be so easy, to see the damage you have done.
Why you ask? I wear it on my sleeve.
So you tell me that you will be by my side.
*yet you are never here*
So you tell me that you will never leave.
*yet I look around and you are gone.*
So you tell me that you'll hold my hand.
*yet my hands are still so so empty*
So you tell me your heart is mine.
*yet she wears your ring of gold.*
So you tell me "don't be blue."
*yet I see you alone with her*
So you tell me that you'll call.
*yet how thick the dust does grows.*
So you tell me "I'm the one for you"
*yet how lonely I have become*
So you tell me ALL these things.
*yet can I trust again?*
"Oh just great", another year, another day, yet another night.
Days and weeks and months, more of what was, will be more of what is.
How does one leave, when one is chained?
Stillness of the night, broken by the clock,
as if to remind me your time has not yet come.
Lies, half truth, to make me feel better? For my own good?
Why is it so hard, just once to tell the truth.
I point the finger of brightness, of light and what is true.
Now leave me forever, leave me for good.
Out of my life, never to be seen,
Yet you haunt me in my dream, and at days light I see your face.
I've broken you, with blood on my hands,
You laugh that evil sm
Endless loop.
Forced to watch.
Runs from my head
into my heart.
Back to my head,
my mind replays.
My heart explodes,
the pain so great.
Make it stop,
Please end my life.
Come take my hand and let us walk,
arrows and slings,
though lifes trying times,
fall to the ground,
no damage done,
my hand in yours and yours in mine,
together we stand,
darkness will come,
our hearts beat quick,
yet when the day come and the tear are gone,
together we stand no damage done.
When we where three. by thingswentbackwards, literature
Literature
When we where three.
Do you remember the time I held your hand?
Or the time you skinned your knee?
You sat and cry for hours, till I skinned my knee for you.
Then you laughed, and laughed at me.
Do you remember the times I fought the dragons for you?
I'm not sure if you do, I think we where only three.
Do you remember the time you got sick?
When your mom wouldn't let me in?
So I snuck in though your window and played hand puppets with you that night.
You laughed so hard you cried.
Do you remember when we laid on the grassy hill?
Looking into a clear blue sky, no clouds to get in our way,
That's when I secretly promised that I would stay by your side.
Blood on Your hands by thingswentbackwards, literature
Literature
Blood on Your hands
I have come one last time to bleed.
Don't want your heart, your pity.
Just to show to you your work.
Return your words, your weapons.
The tear in my heart, scared over.
But I have come to you to bleed.
Not to talk, or your pity.
I take the weapon, not words.
Scared open, my heart ripped out.
One last time I come to bleed.
Icy cold fingers by thingswentbackwards, literature
Literature
Icy cold fingers
Icy cold fingers, carves through the night, collecting death on the way.
Icy cold fingers, creeps through the day, emptiness left in its way.
Icy cold fingers, wraps around the heart, coldness on display.
Icy cold fingers, steals the soul, another one to betray.
Icy cold fingers, touch the body, just to die away.
Icy cold fingers, carves through the night, collecting death on the way.
I am not asleep by thingswentbackwards, literature
Literature
I am not asleep
I am dreaming about you,
But I am not asleep,
It's the middle of the day.
Staring at the walls,
In the prison that I keep,
Can't go backwards, forward has been block.
Spinning around in circles,
My heads a living mess.
Day becomes night,
So many hours have been lost,
You stole the time,
You stole my heart,
You stole my soul.
Now give me some rest.
Night into day,
The cycle is repeated.
In my mind I live,
Behind these walls of black and grey.
You came to me again in my sleep,
4:30 this time, you tell me to move on.
Oh Sarah, how can I?
You don't know what you took.
Oh Sarah, when you left, my heart in you one hand, my soul in the other.
Now, be on the grave you call, in my dreams you haunt me still.
Oh Sarah it's being so long, yet I how I miss you still.
You tell me to move on, No one to hold my hand,
No one to hold me tight,
I still see you that cold night.
The night you took my life, as yours slow bled away.
Why did he have to shoot, all we had we gave to him.
My ears still ring of death, I still wear the blood stained vest.
Oh Sarah my one true love.
Just move th
I wear it on my sleeve. by thingswentbackwards, literature
Literature
I wear it on my sleeve.
Can't you see the hole in my heart?
The void filled with pain.
Can't you see the ripped distorted edges?
That the dull knife of time has made.
Can't you see my blood on your hands?
From the missing piece you stole.
Can't you see the scare that's left?
From damage you have done.
Can't you see black circles?
Void of life, no color in my eyes.
Can't you see tear stained tracks?
Where rosy checks once dwelled.
Can't you see my Heart breaking?
It should be so easy, to see the damage you have done.
Why you ask? I wear it on my sleeve.
So you tell me that you will be by my side.
*yet you are never here*
So you tell me that you will never leave.
*yet I look around and you are gone.*
So you tell me that you'll hold my hand.
*yet my hands are still so so empty*
So you tell me your heart is mine.
*yet she wears your ring of gold.*
So you tell me "don't be blue."
*yet I see you alone with her*
So you tell me that you'll call.
*yet how thick the dust does grows.*
So you tell me "I'm the one for you"
*yet how lonely I have become*
So you tell me ALL these things.
*yet can I trust again?*
"Oh just great", another year, another day, yet another night.
Days and weeks and months, more of what was, will be more of what is.
How does one leave, when one is chained?
Stillness of the night, broken by the clock,
as if to remind me your time has not yet come.
Lies, half truth, to make me feel better? For my own good?
Why is it so hard, just once to tell the truth.
I point the finger of brightness, of light and what is true.
Now leave me forever, leave me for good.
Out of my life, never to be seen,
Yet you haunt me in my dream, and at days light I see your face.
I've broken you, with blood on my hands,
You laugh that evil sm
Yes, I Have a Penis by Superiorflowerpower, literature
Literature
Yes, I Have a Penis
Yes, I Have A Penis
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
you're paying.
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.
A Heart that bleeds Roses by Akhenaten-Aten, literature
Literature
A Heart that bleeds Roses
She sleeps in a glass coffin
floating wistfully upon the ocean
Her dreams dance Heaven high; swept out of my reach
Whilst seraphim songs mock my damnation
Deafening my ears as I crouch on the beach.
I had fallen for her; a goddess incarnate
I, the morning star cast into death
I had called out her name with the voice of an Angel
-My last celestial breath.
The diamonds I once scattered in the sky
Did lend me their light in my nocturnal quest
The night hid my grotesque distortion
That shadows had only caressed.
For beauty's eyes would not bear this face
Blackened mirrors reflected my fate
But this world and its darkness already co
Childhood Memories by xXVampireDreamerXx, literature
Literature
Childhood Memories
I sit in my room, with my photo albums scattered around me. Each one of the pictures within holds a story, each its own tale. Some meaning more than their standard one-thousand words, because they hold in them the memory of someone I held very dear to my heart, someone I wish was still in my life today.
I reach over to the box, which is the prize of all my possession. I flick the latch and lift the hard wooden lid. Inside lays an old camera and my favourite photos.
The camera belonged to my father, the photos taken by his hands. To me, looking at each one of them was like looking at things, long since passed, through his eyes. You could tel
I sit, on the saddle brown crop of rocks, clutching a piece of fading cloth.
One hundred feet below,
the cyan blue ribbon of river races to unknown places.
Staring out into the slate blue sky,
my mind flashes back to a year ago.
Sara, in her lemon chiffon cotton sun dress,
Long copper brown hair blowing in the wind,
Stands, with her arms stretched out from her sides,
Turns and with her wet baker's chocolate brown eyes staring into mine,
Says, "Ray, the worms have won." and falls forward, floating for a second,
I have time to grab, but a piece of my soul, before she is gone.
So a year has past, and I miss her so.
Maybe, I will j
In the garden of my heart.
I work the soil of life.
I plant the seeds of friendship
Watered by my eyes.
I toil, I sweat, I bleed,
My fingers to the bone.
Watching, waiting, hoping,
For those tiny seeds to grow.
They peek their little heads
through the soil in my heart.
I jump for joy overwhelming.
But careful I must tread.
For the seeds of friendship are frail,
and take some time to grow.
They must be feed the right amount,
and rushed not at all.
Yet, when they are mature,
No force can tear them down.
So I toil, I sweat, I bleed,
My fingers to the bone.
And grow the seeds of friendship
I hope to grow with you.
Current Residence: somewhere in time and space Favourite genre of music: anything dark Favourite photographer: death itself Operating System: xp pro MP3 player of choice: winamp Shell of choice: the shell which is my skin Wallpaper of choice: black and cold as ice Skin of choice: the skin which is my shell Personal Quote: if you give your heart to someone it will be broken
Favourite Movies
anything dark
Favourite Writers
poe
Favourite Games
roasting my heart in fire
Favourite Gaming Platform
pc/ xbox/playstation 2
Tools of the Trade
what use to be my mind, canon sureshoot, photoshop