| My Psycho Writings, Fresh From My Mindspace |
| Life Blood and tears, rivers of life, which will run dry first? A wrist that bleeds, a heart that aches, a knife that gleams, a mind that reels. What can I do to ease the pain? And what to do to quell the anger? So many problems, so few solutions. Numerous questions all go unanswered. Is this any way to live my life? I think not. My options are simple, live or die. but the choice, difficult beyond compare. Wht do I do? Hepl me, please I need you. |
| Alone I sit alone, in my dark corner wondering why I'm not with them. Alll because I was different one by one, they deserted me left me here, alone in the dark. And in that dark, a light I see, a voice I hear. It's you. I turn away, the light stinging my eyes, the voice burning my ears. It has been too long, since I was noticed. Too long since someone cared. Suddenly you step back, face contorted in fear. All you recognize is the evil glare, but it's enough. You now see what I've become, an ugly demon with a piercing stare, black and jagged, short-cropped hair. As you turn and leave me much too quick, you miss the tear, glistening on my cheek. As the light fades and dark returns, my hopes fade with it. All I'd wanted was a friend, but once again, I'm left in the dark of my new world. Alone. |
| Still Alone I used to be so alone, I used to want to die, I had no need to live, until you came into my life. Suddenly I was happy, I'd laugh and I would smile. I thought maybe things would be okay, I was right for a little while. I loved you and you loved me, or so you claimed. Somehow things got all screwed up, I wound up ditching friends for you, and you ditched me for her. I gave up a lot for you, and what did I get in return? You slipped away. Now I'm all alone again, or is it alone still? Did things ever really change, or was it even real? From start to end, without a friend, I'm still alone. |
| Just a theory. . . I believe that love is just a figment of our collective imaginations, created to put us closer to happiness, which is a total waste of effort, as I also believe true happiness does not exist. It is an unobtainable goal, one we strive to achieve, but never quite reach. Love is some pretend bit of this that we've only imagined, it is truly just as inexistant as happiness. If love was real, there would be less hate and pain in the world, but the world seems full of both, does it not? If maybe there was less pain and hatred, and love was real, then I suppose happiness could also be real. But that is all completely irrelevant, as there is no such thing as love. And to think that the world has been so decieved by our little minds and believed in these things so long, only for someone to realize it is total bullshit. So many people have wasted their lives trying to find their "happy place," torn apart by the effects of "love," how depressing. If only the world could see the truth, we could go about much better lives, quit trying to reach the impossible, and be satisfied with what is real. |
| Who Knows Nobody knows what it's like to be told that two people you loved and trusted almost died in the hands of someone practically related to you, or to go to nine different schools, or moved five times you can still remember, or to have a disabled dad who hasn't worked in almost four years, or to have nobody believe you when you say you're losing it, or to not have anyone you can trust anymore. Nobody can help me now, this is my life, and I'm falling in a cold, dark, evil hole, still waiting to hit the bottom so I can get back up and try again. |
| Theory Continuation. . . While to the majority of this planet's population love is only an illusion, there are a few select sets of people for which love is a reality. Where most blindly believe, fooled so easily they are, some individuals have learned what love really is. And should they take the time to learn, and share that knowledge with another, therein true love is born. But most of the human race is too dense, stubborn, and impatient for all this. They go about thinking they know what love is at fourteen, or twenty, or whatever, and what they think they know is but a shade of the same illusion all have lived by. These people go around being "in love," and build a life rather haphazardly sround it, only to see it all come crashing down on them. From this myriad of messes, we get unwed mothers, divorced couples, split familes, and so on. All this shit we see everyday, caused by bit of bullshit so many people believe. Those of us that have moved past the illusion either live with true love, or with a frozen void, and emptiness inside them, a lack of humanity. The fortuante are the ones with true love. For if you can find that, all of life falls into place, and no matter what, you always have the knowledge that love will never desert you. So you see, love can exist, if you're lucky. |
| Wolf Poetry (iambic tetrameter) The wolf in midnight darkness reigns, with glowing eyes and bloodied fangs. Dare you enter this king's domain? I highly doubt, but in the vein, there flows bold bloods of everything. And as that blood pulses through vein, the mind races and runs with them. The wolves will capture you tonight, beware, you dare not flee in fright, for they can find you by moonlight. The wolves in midnight reign, with golden eyes and clean-licked fangs. |
| Liquified pain, drops of molten silver stream down my face. I'm dying inside. To the world I am cold, defying emotion, I'm ice. But within me, still thawed, is a little girl crying. Outside, I feel no pain, I'm nearly inhuman, and I couldn't care less. But inside, my entirety is loneliness, lovelessness, and bleeding wounds. Heartbreak consumed me, and hell was my haven. I returned mindless, numb, and nearly heartless. My soul ran away, my emotions left me, and now I'm stuck here, running on empty. Liquified loneliness and silvered tears, now dry on my face. I'm empty inside. |
| The Fall I don't know how it started, I don't know how it ends, All I know, is that right now, I'm scared, confused, and falling. I don't know how I started slipping, but now I cannot stop. Everything is dark and cold, and I'm falling all alone. I don't know who can help me, I don't know if they can, I don't know if I'll make it, but I'm sure somehow I can. |