Post by gloomcookie on Jul 2, 2007 13:31:18 GMT -5
13.
The night I longed and waited to see thy face,
Only to be hurt that I shall fall into disgrace,
This feeling inside can not be brought out for all to see,
Thats why at this momment my heart was replaced by the number 13,
Now I have no thoughts and I feel no pain,
But in the end you have won this game,
So now I wait and wait for all eternity,
but to all emotions....I'm known as 13.
Dreaming of Just something more.
Wondering alone in these empty halls and this empty room,
Awaiting my time to reach or find something new,
Where all the same routines will just go away,
and I will never have boundaries or have people tell me what to do or say,
This world of mine is a dream....my escape,
Where I could be who I am and I am praised,
This technicolor dream is something that I long for,
But waiting is such sweet sorrow,
Will that day come tomorrow?
I will not wait and you shall never see,
Me again in this place, your The Cemetery, this matrimony,
I place the letter between your hands,
I leave the rose you once gave that has died and lost its color,
As I have lost my color for you and have no longing for you after.
Heroin Chic.
I only injected it once but thats all it took,
Now my eyes have fallen in and people look,
I dont know why they do it, its like there staring in an empty book,
I counted my 7th vertebrate today....that was fun,
People are telling me I should look down a gun,
I feel so empty without my source,
Nothing is ok....my voice always sounds hourse,
Now I see people all looking at me,
They ask me if I'm ok....do you wanna smoke some weed?
I go to the back and we both toke up,
He tells me I'm beautiful....I tell him your stoned and fucked up,
He asked for my name and for some reason I told he,
My name is Heroin Chic.... fond and fabulous,
He grabs me and we start to makeout,
He says your my star you make my heart fall out,
I tell him would you die for a little high off of me?
He looks surprised and looks closer and is shocked at what he sees,
I'm am nothing but a seringe needle,
Draining myself all the happiness of all is left of his health,
I see him tumble to the floor and he closes his eyes,
and the last thing he sees,
is a seringe needle in his hand that he made a girl named Heroin Chic.
Don't do harcore drugs kids!
Broken Boy.
I've let people down and show myself the same,
What is wrong with me?
Will I forever be this way?
I'm viewed as estranged and feel misunderstood,
but I wish to take back the doings in my past,
Knowing that I never could.
Lying down cigarette in hand,
emotions rising with the inside crying,
Happiness is one thing I hope to gain,
Will I ever see life in this way?
I will make my future bright,
While still being me,
Maybe than I could be no longer a broken boy,
but a shooting star.
Life will be great,
there will be no wrong.
Daryl Moon
A being so beautiful no one could see,
that this person this boy was not even complete,
for Daryl Moon had eternal life,
left to wander and wait at his endless strife,
this strife at which he was willing to end,
and to deaths door which led Daryl Moon gazing into my eyes,
and reflected on me were the echoes of the sea,
and in the middle the moon shone bright,
like a shooting star through the night,
As I placed my hand across his face,
it began to crumble like a broken vase,
and rising from his own remains,
appeared a little dark angel full of haims,
So up to the clouds and over the sea,
Flew Daryl Moon with his long black wings,
and with one gaze I knew that all people just like me,
Would be excepted as long as Daryl Moon sits above the sea.
Damn, that was alot of typing!
Hope ya like!
The night I longed and waited to see thy face,
Only to be hurt that I shall fall into disgrace,
This feeling inside can not be brought out for all to see,
Thats why at this momment my heart was replaced by the number 13,
Now I have no thoughts and I feel no pain,
But in the end you have won this game,
So now I wait and wait for all eternity,
but to all emotions....I'm known as 13.
Dreaming of Just something more.
Wondering alone in these empty halls and this empty room,
Awaiting my time to reach or find something new,
Where all the same routines will just go away,
and I will never have boundaries or have people tell me what to do or say,
This world of mine is a dream....my escape,
Where I could be who I am and I am praised,
This technicolor dream is something that I long for,
But waiting is such sweet sorrow,
Will that day come tomorrow?
I will not wait and you shall never see,
Me again in this place, your The Cemetery, this matrimony,
I place the letter between your hands,
I leave the rose you once gave that has died and lost its color,
As I have lost my color for you and have no longing for you after.
Heroin Chic.
I only injected it once but thats all it took,
Now my eyes have fallen in and people look,
I dont know why they do it, its like there staring in an empty book,
I counted my 7th vertebrate today....that was fun,
People are telling me I should look down a gun,
I feel so empty without my source,
Nothing is ok....my voice always sounds hourse,
Now I see people all looking at me,
They ask me if I'm ok....do you wanna smoke some weed?
I go to the back and we both toke up,
He tells me I'm beautiful....I tell him your stoned and fucked up,
He asked for my name and for some reason I told he,
My name is Heroin Chic.... fond and fabulous,
He grabs me and we start to makeout,
He says your my star you make my heart fall out,
I tell him would you die for a little high off of me?
He looks surprised and looks closer and is shocked at what he sees,
I'm am nothing but a seringe needle,
Draining myself all the happiness of all is left of his health,
I see him tumble to the floor and he closes his eyes,
and the last thing he sees,
is a seringe needle in his hand that he made a girl named Heroin Chic.
Don't do harcore drugs kids!
Broken Boy.
I've let people down and show myself the same,
What is wrong with me?
Will I forever be this way?
I'm viewed as estranged and feel misunderstood,
but I wish to take back the doings in my past,
Knowing that I never could.
Lying down cigarette in hand,
emotions rising with the inside crying,
Happiness is one thing I hope to gain,
Will I ever see life in this way?
I will make my future bright,
While still being me,
Maybe than I could be no longer a broken boy,
but a shooting star.
Life will be great,
there will be no wrong.
Daryl Moon
A being so beautiful no one could see,
that this person this boy was not even complete,
for Daryl Moon had eternal life,
left to wander and wait at his endless strife,
this strife at which he was willing to end,
and to deaths door which led Daryl Moon gazing into my eyes,
and reflected on me were the echoes of the sea,
and in the middle the moon shone bright,
like a shooting star through the night,
As I placed my hand across his face,
it began to crumble like a broken vase,
and rising from his own remains,
appeared a little dark angel full of haims,
So up to the clouds and over the sea,
Flew Daryl Moon with his long black wings,
and with one gaze I knew that all people just like me,
Would be excepted as long as Daryl Moon sits above the sea.
Damn, that was alot of typing!
Hope ya like!
Yeah, I was debating on posting some of my poetry cause I think of it as something very personal but I thought what the hell lol I have alot more (in journals) but I can put some more up tomorrow. 
