Her LifeShe sits there motionless cold and voided wondering why the world presses onto her with the forceHer Life
of ten thousand bricks
crushed underneath mountains of hatred and drowned carelessly by a stream of lies and false hopes
never wanted by anyone not good enough... she wonders why he hates her so from deep within
his selfish soul
he keeps her there bound by chains of uncertainty and bonded to pitiful chairs of self hatred tied by ropes made of broken promises
promises of love
Daddy's RulesShield your eyes Cover your ears Disregard comments Hold back your tearsDaddy's Rules
Mind your own business Yet know what I want And have my opinions and values To flaunt
Pray to my God To whom I say I believe But inside my soul Faith is hard to achieve
Love who I love Accomplish my goals I don’t want to hear Where your heart has holes
Impression is key Start with me the first round So I can decide Whether to keep you around
These are my rules For living your life Follow them strictly
The Reason For These MasksThese walls encompass me Holding me prisoner In my dark land of shadows Where nothing is ever realThe Reason For These Masks
the world is full of false hopes And broken dreams Where words cut the heart Like a jagged piece of glass Thrust upon my flesh By hatred and ignorance
And as you sit there, throwing your words And wearing your masks My soul bleeds red lust Yet tender love for the man with faces Faces made to fool the foolish And lie to the liar
Masks of hurt and masks of pain Masks I wish I had to hide myself So plain and translu
voice of stolen silenceYou have Tread upon my freedom And Stolen away my Voice Yet you ask me why i do not sing- You wonder at my silence!voice of stolen silence
I do not speak to you because i have no voice- No voice that you could hear
And i cannot sing -joyously- Because you have strangled me with fear
But even my silence
You refuse to accept
and so now,
i sing for you a mournful tune that embodies the hollow emptiness
that has taken the place of my freedom.
It is the Voice of My Tears, The Harmony of my Brokenness And the melody of my pain, &nbs
Five OClock NewsThe barren futility of ignorance sickens me, I choke on arrogant distaste. And the disgrace of blind leaders guns and bells and sacred sacraments that in the end equal nothing in tall. Cold darkness, and fear of ones brother, a dark smack in the night. Terror sequels a bright childhood and poverty follows in educated silence. People weep in dirty corners and in dark shadows that roll onward, hindering a solemn promise of the sun’s wink. Noone can find peace anymore, not in predetermined life or in unexpected death. There are no sweet epilogues inFive OClock News
Your CreationThe plasticity of obstacles flying at my face, injuring my brightness, roars and echoes of times already past. Freeze my tropical dream, mesmerize yourself with the mingled pictures in my head. I don’t want to be boring anymore. Dream me sixty miles inside the nucleus of your mind, and I’ll be with you forever, living in a memory. See me in the flesh and pull me close enough, I’ll tousle your hair and kiss your eyes lids. You’ll tell me you are falling. If this be the case, won’t you be my hero? Break thisYour Creation
Devious Journal Entry
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-poetic extacy is but a click away...
-love, the life-blood of the human soul, is one of those most precious gifts that you have more of after you share it
cheers
Demelza
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~forget the freak, your just nature
I am Demelza's lower intestine
Its like the Hotel California..you can logout anytime you like but you can never leave
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For those that know, they do. For those that don't....well, they don't
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For those that know, they do. For those that don't....well, they don't
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For those that know, they do. For those that don't....well, they don't
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