http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/-t1.htm Poems, all kinds of poems! Have a ball. Please mark adult writing with an 18+! in the title. Wed, 26 Mar 2008 00:56:35 GMT 10 http://i27.tinypic.com/2rps2dg.jpg http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/-t1.htm http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/goin-down-t41.htm Tin The TV is on, but all I hear is silence. My eyes line with water as I stare. This blankness has painted pastel pokadots along the wall. I hate this feeling... Similar to your heart stopping, But breaking logic. As you hear it crash against your chest. I am stuck here. Any familiarity is stranded on and island Where my memories reside with Hades. Skeletal fingers have killed off the weaker ones And the shadows in the woodwork- Seem to overpower fragile flowers Leaving ... Poetry Wed, 26 Mar 2008 00:56:35 GMT http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/goin-down-t41.htm#81 http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/goin-down-t41.htm http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/deconstruction-t37.htm BewitchedKisses My writing has no structure Poems have no rhyme I've stopped making sense. I'm beginning to lose my mind. My heart is heavy, My knees are weak, I don't know what you did, But you did something to me... My world's gone topsy turvey, My head feel's light Something's missing Something's not right. I wish I knew what you did to me Things have happened, And I'm not sure, But I think you hold the key Poetry Wed, 12 Mar 2008 17:19:53 GMT http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/deconstruction-t37.htm#77 http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/deconstruction-t37.htm http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/your-entertainment-t36.htm BewitchedKisses I'm tired of being used as your sick form of entertainment. Something inside tells me to walk away. I just can't find my shoes. I can't find my shoes. Because you hid them on me. You want me to walk over broken glass. Broken glass. You want to see me wince as the shards pierce my flesh. I'm sick of bleeding for you. Bleeding for you. All over for you. You want to suck my soul from my body. Toss it aside like some worthless commodity. I want to claw my eardrums out. Claw ... Poetry Wed, 12 Mar 2008 17:17:51 GMT http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/your-entertainment-t36.htm#76 http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/your-entertainment-t36.htm http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/skin-deep-t35.htm BewitchedKisses Everyone says she's beautiful With her collegen plumped lips And her silicone filled breasts With her liposuctioned hips She cries at night, The pain too much, as the chemical peels her dead skin cells off Every time she looks in the mirror She thinks never good enough, Not even close. Another tuck, A few more nips. She'll be all right, It'll be discreet No one will notice Everyone says she's beautiful With her collegen plumped lips And her silicone filled breasts With ... Poetry Wed, 12 Mar 2008 17:17:09 GMT http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/skin-deep-t35.htm#75 http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/skin-deep-t35.htm http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/my-paranoia-t34.htm BewitchedKisses Things hardly worth repeating Slip through my chapped lips Slowly fading My voice cracks Cackles Bleeds If it didn't hurt so much If it didn't bleed so much My voice is filled with ifs Paranoia, sweet paranoia I can hear them, but not see I know they are there But it is all a pretty fable my mind corrupted Always making things up, twisting contexts Forever behind my back, all in my head Slowly fading away Poetry Wed, 12 Mar 2008 17:16:15 GMT http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/my-paranoia-t34.htm#74 http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/my-paranoia-t34.htm http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/losing-religion-t33.htm BewitchedKisses Where are you?
Hiding away within the folds
Of the robes that clothe you
My pain-
So great it cripples my heart
Could be taken away
But you enjoy watching me writhe
Tortured soul
Destined for Hell and all of it's spoils
I onced looked to you for absolution
You waved me away
Pushed me into the firey prison
In which i now reside
Burning alive...]]> Poetry Wed, 12 Mar 2008 17:14:28 GMT http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/losing-religion-t33.htm#73 http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/losing-religion-t33.htm http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/he-can-not-win-t32.htm BewitchedKisses There is a tingling feeling Deep within my soul An itch I can not fathom to scratch For now is neither the time nor the place It is never going to be I fear his hands But I can not let that fact be known Strong and masculine in their entirety I feel his grip tight around my throat Sucking the feeling out of my body His fingertips dig into my soft flesh I wonder if trying to breathe would save me Would it keep the deadly glaze from covering my tired eyes? No fighting ... Poetry Wed, 12 Mar 2008 17:13:27 GMT http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/he-can-not-win-t32.htm#72 http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/he-can-not-win-t32.htm http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/butterflies-t25.htm Tin The fell like dying butterflies That had been touched (Inappropriately) By a toxic disappointment. The light fled from their eyes Like fairy tales From a teenage mind. Burnt, Eroded, Corroded Too much water Rushing over, smothering emotion. Glossy and Smooth. Someone to show off to society (OOoo look what I found! How Pretty!) A one way ticket to being a saint. (Satanism?) Can't a girl rock in a corner anymore? Mommy's at the bar Daddy's no where to be found. There ... Poetry Tue, 26 Feb 2008 06:17:15 GMT http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/butterflies-t25.htm#52 http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/butterflies-t25.htm http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/7th-layer-t24.htm Tin You hold my hand and a light shines in your eyes as we both make a trudge through this 7th layer. The violent past bashes against the walls of my mind. frustrated that after so many years of torment,they can't touch me. And with each crack in my defense I know all I have to do is feel your arms around me and the glass melts together so perfectly. I know you have your daemons too. And I beg you to let me blow them all away. Because it's a well known fact that two broken people compliment ... Poetry Tue, 26 Feb 2008 06:15:34 GMT http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/7th-layer-t24.htm#51 http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/7th-layer-t24.htm http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/frozen-i-wish-titles-didn-t-have-to-be-ten-letters-long-t15.htm Tin Asleep on the floor with the cold bleeding into me The silence falls all in and scares away my sanity Today is just yesterday all over again. The wood floor battled with my spine, And my neck is so stiff, i can't even look up. This is genuine hamster wheel syndrome hell. No matter what you try to do in this world, No matter how you change and fold for others As soon as you are tainted with society you are putty. Spineless, mindless self indulgence is the big new thing As ... Poetry Tue, 19 Feb 2008 10:42:15 GMT http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/frozen-i-wish-titles-didn-t-have-to-be-ten-letters-long-t15.htm#26 http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/frozen-i-wish-titles-didn-t-have-to-be-ten-letters-long-t15.htm http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/didn-t-have-a-prayer-t6.htm Tin The mist twist and turns around the sharp corners of the mountains It reminds her of Silent hill during the coal fires. It's beautifully lonely as she walks down the twisted highway, Surrounded in her white angelic delicacy. The bloodstreams inside run dry, Under her eyes, and in her cheeks people see the drought. Heroin Chic hands outreach to any understanding form of life left. Yet all she catches is headlights. And her feathers fall. Misunderstood but forgotten. They ... Poetry Tue, 19 Feb 2008 03:53:36 GMT http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/didn-t-have-a-prayer-t6.htm#7 http://brokenapathy.darkbb.com/poetry-f9/didn-t-have-a-prayer-t6.htm