We always go behind closed doors that are locked away from the rest of the world. Never can anyone see inside for more than a glimpse, only long enough to wonder… “Is there anything else or is this everything?” It is behind our closed doors where we commit our dirty deeds. The acts that attack our souls and pierce our skin… then cause bleeding ( Read more... )

Running, running away so far ( Read more... )

Lying on the floor because it happened too fast
Too quick for me to realize I was falling
Melting into the past, the days of oblivion
Dying with the fear to live, not understanding
Why I can’t get up from this level of depression.
Draw me closer, shade in under my eyes
So you can see the darkness that lies within them.

okay so I lied, I have been writing a lot... one day I watched the movie "Prozac Nation" (wonderful movie) and wrote two pages of poems, some of them are fragmented and some are finished without titles and some of them are too privite to share... so... here are the ones that I'm going to post. Also, if you read them, they have a very weird rhythm ( Read more... )

"You are acting really intense and cryptic right now"

I love that quote right now, actually just the words intense and cryptic.

Anyway... not writing right now... I don't know why. I really wish I could and I would love a topic from anyone. But I will leave now. Good bye

I haven't been writting a lot lately because I just can't and there is so much going on... I don't care to explain either, so... I wanted to write a song but this is all that came out ( Read more... )

I am posting a poem that I didn't write. I found this poem the other day in my "never enter" drawer and it just stood out. I have been I don't know... digging into my past... Anyway most of you can probably figure out who wrote it for me but I don't want to post her name on here for personal reasons.

Always OpenWritten: 9/7/2002 ( Read more... )

To stand upon the sand ( Read more... )

Blurred faces moving quick
Shades of hazel roll back
To midnight sky of eternity
Sharp pain in the vein
Back to bright lights
Shining on a hospital bed
Sterile burning enters the arm
When dripping bandages
Rest on her wrist
Blood soaked sheets
Must be changed
There is no time,
She is fading again.

For Abby ( Read more... )