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Free with the faerys, eating but berries, cherries and the flowers, from winter to april showers. The leaves are green, the game is meen, you're free without being seen. Laugh all you want or cry with me. It's simply magic. Enchantments are merry. So come with me |
these are poems written by me ~caitlin |
Happiness will come and go. Pain is there but doesn't show. Joy is sometimes in your heart, but the blood is always flowing. Your happiness keeps on growing until you cut down to the pain. The pain won't cure, but the blood is free, and at least you can be happy when you're with me! |
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My mind is abstract poetry. People are so stupid. I hate them. I love them. What's going on? The sun's gone down. Why is it so light? There are no stars. I'm standing over the graveyard wondering who we are. It's so beautiful, the dim street light pale on the graves. It's so cold outside. Suddenly I feel hope. It's good, I smile, but it will go away. I've been wrong. It's my fault. if I was crazy, if I could draw the picture, maybe I would be sane. I'm standing over the graveyard. My mind is lost. |
Sleeping lasts forever ... until you wake me up. And I am never sure of how my life worked out before. I think I need a pill
I need to rest inside my soul,
If you think you've found a pill
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Eyes wide open, lying on the floor. Hate leaks from her ears as the blood surrounds her head. Her brain is numb. Mind clouded in the flood. Her eyes have gone red, wish you were dead. The wounds are cut deep and covered with sleep. Her pain was too much, the knife close to her hand, the pill was in reach. The blood is so thick, but the pain made her sick. Lying on the floor, the hate seeks no more |
SOUL FOOD You ate my soul for supper last night.
You dished it up and took a bite.
You began to choke
You ate my soul for supper last night.
You lost me now,
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Loner. Drifting through an ocean. Lost, Stoned, Want to be. Throw it, hit the target. Attach. Need something to attach to. Stare away from glaring eyes. Lost. Need something to attach to. Non-leader, drifting. Attach and follow. Lean, connect. Accompany me. Mind. Soul. Lost. No body, detached, mind. Attach with yours. Contact, Body. Mind eats the soul. Loner, drifter, lost. |
Don't say the words you can't pronounce. Don't ask those questions, I won't give answers you can announce. All you get is peices of anyone at a time. Don't think you know me, don't tell me what I am. Don't think this isn't me, it's just the first time you've seen this part of me. The first and likely not the last. So don't sum me up with what I've said in the past. We're dying slowly and living fast. Each peice of me comes out when it can no longer stay in. So maybe you'll learn most of it before we're gone. Stick around to find out, or just shove it in your mouth, and think what you will, but you don't know me because there is so much more than you see. All you get is peices of anyone at a time. |
Face to face, a total stranger. You have drifted to this place to meet this perfect stranger. From your deep dark realm you wake. In your wake you are dreaming, in your dream you meet this perfect stranger. Seperate. You both stand. This perfect stranger, hand in hand. You travel beneath this perfect stranger ... Where am I? Who am I? ... a name. It is not mine. Or is it? What is inside of me? A total stranger. All the while half in a deep dark realm, but asleep. I am awake, yet you are asleep. Your dream is my life. We are strangers, but alike. Here we are together. In your sleep I am awake. I want to sleep and become you. |
Maybe I change, maybe my morals change, maybe my feeling now won't last. Maybe I'm wrong now, or maybe I was always right. My morals have changed, and I know they will. If that holds you back, if that turns you away, maybe you don't know me, maybe you're not feeling me. If you don't want me now, if this makes you change your mind, then you have changed too. Don't leave because your going somewhere else. Maybe we don't realize where we are. Where are we? Where are we now? It may not last long, maybe we should hold on to it, maybe everything will change, but our insides stay the same. So if this holds you back, if this turns you away, maybe it's not meant to be. |
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You could be my passion. I want to sleep inside your emptiness. Let me be your rib. Look into my eyes, I am a missing peice, lost. To be held, to be. Look into my eyes. Explain to me what you see. I could be your passion. I want to sleep forever inside you. I am your rib. Your eyes, they are so beautiful, they make me want' to cry. Your soul is all I see right now, you make me want to die forever inside you. |
I want to be possessed, maybe become obsessed. I won't feel ashamed to undress when you control me, I feel best. I'd love the way you'd hold me and how the decisions aren't important. I'll bleed for you, and lie for you, and come to you forever. I sell my soul for a price, for you to love me and keep me. Though you may rip me and eat me, you will never throw me out. Do what you want. I want the emotion, the passion I yern for. I want to be possessed, maybe become obsessed. |
| UNREAL
You stare at me, but you won't look. Stare with those beautiful eyes. My mind is sensitive. Pick up a book. You've frightened me so I try to read, read my way out of this thing. You're beautiful, but now you're gone. Took it for granted, but that's okay because it wasn't real. Those beautiful eyes. But my head's full of lies. Nothings's real. Take me away. I want to find you, but you don't exist and it's my fault for hating myself. I can't live to see you, so you stare at me, but you don't look. Nobody will look at me because there's nothing to look for. They just stare because of the spectacle they see. That's all there is and we laugh at it. It's not fair. I want them gone. I want you to be real. I want to be free and I want you to go there with me. |
HOLD
hold me I'm scared. my rapid breaths are hurting my chest. I'm frightened, I'm nervous, I need you so bad. I'm scared. I ran and I screamed, but the pressure didn't stop. Hold me please, I can feel my blood freeze. My mouth is dry, my sences numbed, my heart is beating, but won't pump the blood. I feel an illness. I need you now to hold me, now I'm scared, nausious and brain dead. Needing a pothead. Hold me, wrap me in your world. Keep me, don't let me die. Touch my hands, swallow my eyes, and hold my heart. My cramps are so bad, I feel the plague, the poison will spread so hold me now, I'm so scared, There's nobody there. |
PUKE
Looking glass stares back, beady eyes. Sitting in the corner holding the floor, turn to the bowl, GO! It's sickening, nervracking. Stomach in knots, throat burning. Turn to the bowl. The fear is so strong, the need to cry, cry ... or run. So sick. Try and gag. Butterflies stronger than the need. Lay down, try again. So so sick. Pannick, heart pumps. Leaning over, STOP! The fear is so strong, shaking limbs are too much. Feel it in your lungs, can hardly breath. Can't take the pressure, the guilt. Lay down. Deep breaths. Feeling so so sick. |
A PLACE CALLED LIFE
Life is making me nervous,
it's eating me alive.
My hands are now all shaky,
the pressure is so high.
Take a look into my eyes
so that you may see,
the anxiety is killing me
and I've lost my mind again.
I need to take a chill,
and find someone I call "friend".
Every morning I wake up
thinking I can see,
but I look up to the sky
and everything's all fuzzy.
I need to sleep.
I need to think.
I need a space I can be free.
I need a place I can be me.
My life is zooming in my face,
so now I'm just looking for that space
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In the derrangement of your proffacies you've forgotten how to love. It's selfish to want only you and your safety up above. When will you stop looking at yourself, and give the chance to someone else? You need to change some actions here, or we'll all die from fear. You are not the only one who wants to be saved. But save us all and stop your trouble of you you you you you! |
The blood would run thick if they cut off your dick. You said that you loved her, you kissed her and laughed after. She's nothing but a penny whore. You made all her morals sore. You stretched and tore her heart, you murdered and ripped her apart. Her soul would not mend, she joined them in the end. Now they stare at you with red eyes. You bleed at their murderous tries. They bow to the blade, you feel like the victom, as they rape you and you slowly fade. |
