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I Miss The One Who Always ChangesThere is nothing left in me, Chameleon.I Miss The One Who Always Changes by SonofaBastard
You took the last of it when you drew me in.
I always had known you were something special
But no one had prepared me for such an occupied vessel
With no room to hurt, and others pain to feel
At times I can't even believe that you are real
But even as now I know I am smitten with your smile
We must divide for something more than a short while
Because even though you mean everything to me
With another, you are content, this I see.
So when I see you laugh, I know I can't interfere
Even if letting you go has to bring me to tears
So, best of luck out there, in this world of despair
You were always one so honest and so fair
Shake off all the bad and let the worries be.
And forget you ever crossed paths with me.
The Secrets These Walls Hold - LightYou ignite the light and remove the darkness that prevails,The Secrets These Walls Hold - Light by Invoking
You gave me the strength to accomplish what I had failed.
And when I really tried and put forth my all,
You helped me to look past every one of my flaws...
I no longer lay awake unsure if it's night or day;
The memories we make brighten the crushing darkness.
I've made peace with my mistakes, they no longer cause me pain.
All because you believe there's no way I can be heartless.
You were the only reason I had left to be saved;
To fill the hole in my heart that would eventually be my grave.
It's amazing you make me feel the same way that I did before;
Like a million white roses missing all of their thorns...
Concealing everything I'd love to whisper in your ear;
Hidden within myself in the confines of my soul.
Rushing emotions take the form of a single tear,
Telling of the secrets that these walls will forever hold...
The Secrets These Walls Hold - DarkShutter the light and let the darkness prevail.The Secrets These Walls Hold - Dark by Invoking
If no one can see then who will know that I failed?
I swear I really tried and that I gave it my all;
I'm painfully aware of every one of my flaws...
I simply lay awake unsure if it's night or day,
Covered and consumed by the weight of this crushing darkness.
I hide from my mistakes and I hope that they'll go away,
Believing myself when I say that I'm really heartless...
Now more than ever I need to feel like I did before;
Like a million white roses missing none of their thorns.
You were the only reason I had left to be saved,
To fill the hole in my heart that was becoming my grave...
Trapped inside myself already bursting at the seams;
Concealing everything I wouldn't tell to another soul.
Pouring my confessions as involuntary screams,
Telling of the secrets that these walls will forever hold...
The Butterfly JarIn her hand was a little jarThe Butterfly Jar by Rifle1980
With a butterfly shaped motif
Small enough to fit in her palm
Large enough to hold her beliefs
And all of the hopes and the dreams
And the harrowing memories
She promised one day to reveal
The contents of the jar to me
Protected by the butterfly
Her secrets remained safe and sound
Each echoing in their own space
As there was no one else around
The winged beauty remained loyal
As the days like clouds floated by
It too was once a caterpillar
That never dreamt it could fly
Now like a butterfly she'll escape
From her chrysalis-like mind
She will shed all of her sorrows
Underneath the silken sunshine
And with a God given impulse
Wings will flutter for the first time
They will catch the wind of wonder
Into the sky she'll begin to climb
My demiseTell me dear.My demise by Zaiav
That you want to do it.
Or that if I offered you'd like too
My heart, is twisted.
And knows this simple logic of saying no.
But within these walls, let's experiment.
Nobody can see me each day round.
To carry or care.
Hours spent, on mindless things.
Eyes dead, in this soulless life.
Single again, another rounding heartbreak.
This heart, hasn't been known for much.
These words haven't been shown to the world.
A Cursed ScarJust a scarA Cursed Scar by AutumnNight714
Just an accepted part of me
One that cannot be changed
A reminder of what was
And should not be again
But just a reminder?
Just a memory to so easily be left behind?
Not this one
It sometimes is where it shouldn't still be
It still burns
With the fire and pain of what left it
Revealing the others
Visible on the surface
Emanating regret and sorrow
The scar still burns
And what was may still be
But sadly unchangeable
At least not alone.
Dreams of LifeI took the day,Dreams of Life by BenedictMysterius
away from the abuse I felt,
where the shadows love to torture and obscure,
I try to find the dreams of life I saw,
looking around in the light where gloom and rage were never present.
When moonlight strikes the hand at twelve,
I will be gone from the would I knew in the dream of life,
with hate to burn the fires of the underworlds where evil rots and burns,
festering with a pain of a thousand suns.
I feel like a song I once heard,
and though I know no true religion,
I fight for the light,
hoping to leave the shadows of the sun and moon,
torture will end,
That is what will be.
I am the puppet of the dark,
strings cut, burning away,
my cold marianette body,
my words will hurt for all I've done,
I will hunt you down till the dreams of life return.
FearFear of heightsFear by MyLoveForYouEternity
fear of falling
away from this curse
nothing will pass
Fear of spiders
fear of insects
dont come near me
or I will scream to death!
Fear of needles
fear of people
I will run and hide
never to be found
Fear of society
fear of life
Dont let me out
not in this cruel world
Fear of people
fear of living
Why am I still here?
When I fear life the most!
Sarcastic OrgasmMy eyes are not flatSarcastic Orgasm by Calin-4
My world is not square
And all my illusions are exact
There is no truth within my lectures
There is no point to my rants
And every hiccup means the world to me
Yet all of everything and all my precious nothings burn in our touch
Our breath soils our heartbeats
And our messages are entirely encoded in cereal boxes so children are the only ones polluted
It is the best way to commit suicide
And we are all just so miserable
I grow tired of I's and me's and my's
Repetition is my only sin, one we are too keen to share
If only we did not live in wishes and in the grip of ourselves and each other
Nature would prevail
For while she pokes herself in and out of gardens with her weeds and thorns
She has been caged and we beat her with all our nothings
Our too precious nothings that we have to stop polishing
So we can swing again
Or we will bruise something important the next time