I cant look in His eyes
Dark abyss of pupils stuck in the socket of a decaying being
They dont belong to soldiers, nor mothers, killing, always seeing
As the jerking head tilts towards the Shepard night sky
The clouds dont understand the look in these catastrophes eyes
They fold, and tumble in and around smashing into the sky grey
There wishing just preying to escape towards the day
Its body, covered, in the blood of its prey
The gurgling, the curdling blood, the sound, all it can say
The Nightmare of the killings to hell it will be eaten.
As this creatures chosen the one to be beaten
The Angles and the cherubs di
Sleepless nights
Sheets unravelled round my silver skin thighs
Feet falling from the bed, looking into your eyes
The mystic gold, with hazel rings, rapped with oval lids
Cuddling like a teenager, giggling like school kids
Finger tips to curving hips, body starts to tingle
If only I could cope with you saying I want to be single
As you tell me that Im pretty my hands they start to shake
For you I would change everything, my heart would never break
You mouth begins to tell me that I was no more than just a friend
I told you how I felt with you, but to you I was just pretend
To a lust that grew inside of you I was the means
Lets make war
Now is the time to spill all your guts
Remove cuts and bruises before your time is all up
We should stop fighting as the worlds near the end
Its easy to love you ,but you can pretend
Shall be stop the battles to the marching of the drum
Stop all the dictators from feeding from the scum
The chess boards been deleted ,and the war horses fall to kings
The leader of the people, robin hood steals the rings
As the peace signs been holded up with the civil servant smile
The ticking clock the thickening fog deadens for awile
Isnt it funny?
Isnt It Funny
The way I get used
Violated, Fucked shattered, heart bruised.
The time that Ive wasted on thinking about you
I could of used to choke myself till my face turned blue
I am sick of the irony, of lets stay friends
Fuck yourself big boy, this girl never mends.
Shes been ripped up; shes been battered till her head hits the floor
As her big lion heart shrivels, tears, is no more.
As you talk to her, watch her face will decay
From the flirtatious smile to the buried today
When you tell her that your leaving how does it feel
To see the girl you fuck
Today
Is the day
Its going to happen
Today is the day that I will take my chances
Lock my bedroom door, as my mind slowly dances
As my hand hits the mirror and the glass starts to shatter
Now is the time that my heart begins to matter
As its starting to pulsate, I can feel the vessels dying
As the drugs hit the stomach, my mouth starts sighing
Thinking of the memories I want to keep in me
As death kicks in, my eyes cannot see
The worlds started cracking from the water to the shore
My house, my possessions decay, become no more
The Friends I knew, my family so distant from my mind
The end becomes so near , its been so hard
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Emma And Joes Msn Poetry
little words trickle from the spittle of the aged
deposit your heavy eyes in the home for the raged
as the time keeps on flowing ,memories fade to dust
of our long parted families, familiars and lust
that delight,of the woman so demure to the mind
wiped out with a left hand, smudged and unkind
as the momories fall to paper the words dont seem to right
sat at a desk through the longest of nights..
I am wanted never desired
I am willing never tried
I am open never closed
I am poised never posed
I am finding that I am lost
I am craving, not the cost
I am empty never fulfilled
I am hurting almost killed
I am used like doll to a child
I am older never wise
MY attention is consumed from the darkest shadow to the lightest room,
if time could only be spared I'D give MY breathe of which I bear, towards the cheek
of the man I loathe,
the seeds ,the acute of which you sow, to the ears of the influenced and the volatile minds ..i shall seek to whisper whats bitter in which I find.
I'LL always watch YOU , stalk YOU like a hawk until the breath that YOU bear is tired
and frauhgt.
Oh a magnificent feeling watching the failure of the modern, the new the now… the YOU.
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She sits,She thinks.
She sits, she thinks.
The worlds in her eyes, downed with the beauty of knowledge,
LIFE
This is the women barred from torture and strife.
She encounters the rigmarole, the schedule, the regime,
The time of her own belongs to her dreams,
Of a place, a palace, a kingdom, a cloud
Of the finest type, only quality, allowed.
Where the noises of the phone, the kettle, the kids
Are abandoned alone in the tightest of bricks,
Where one by one gaps are filled,
To establish a wall only Jericho could build.
To look at this women who's mystery is Devine,
Her happiness could be spread, like coal from the mine
This is the women whose childhoo
(Verse)
Remember the lilac paper on our bedroom wall,
and the light that shone in our eyes on a morning,
and the breeze that lifted the curtains high,
then i'd have to kiss you goodbye.
(Chorus)
The smell of your hair it taints my hands,
i know its stange but i cant picture you,
settle me down and i'll be faithful.
And my lipstick stains on your favourite cup,
it reminds me ...that i was there.
(Verse)
You came home that night,
with anger high... i remember looking in your eyes
and seeing a man i never knew you,
you pushed our picture of the wall
and glass smashed on me leaving me scarred of you
(Chorus) x 2 till fade.
i hear your crys tonight, i ignore how loud
i fall towards the floor, your eyes are wider than before
im sure you shadows fight against the light
to hold their shapes.
on the darkest night THEY pull me in - this great sin.
The bigger your wound the lower i fall,
we bind as one we breathe alone,
like glass it will shatter and time will fade,
ill care on another day.
its the last time,
its my last thought
to abort this feeling
it all dawns draws on me...over...and over....again.
I am a music student by day and by night i fiddle in the arts.
Current Residence: Durham Favourite genre of music: alternative/rock/folk acoustic/ska.reggae- anything that makes my ears tingle. Favourite style of art: any- open to all :P Skin of choice: my own
Favourite Visual Artist
Miss Van,Aya Takano,Cindy Sherman,Mariko Mori,Fiona Rae, Tracy Emin.
i have notcied i have a thing for rainbows like ... big style !
its really influencing my photos and and everything , i hope its not boring for you lot!
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im hoping that when i go to college on wednesday and show the head of art that i really want to do art and show her my photography etc, that i will actually be able to take it!
i shall update you on the out come !
keep your fingers crossed for me please !