these matches

If true beauty is only skin deep then burn my skin until the beauty flows out of me,so plz don't lie to me,cuz before i made myself a human torch,you said, it will never be anything beautiful that comes out of me,no matter how many times ive cut my wrist to show you there was something great about me,you just frowned upon thee,so with these matches,it will be the end of me,so plz forget about me,

normal thoughts

i am hurt,I'm feeling to much pain,cuz now i know they truth,everything Ive thought,everything Ive been called crazy for,is the truth about people and how the world functions,and now I'm alone,i guessed i crossed the point of no return, but I'm free mentally,it hurts that I'll try to help others and they're to brainwashed to listen,the only option i have is to live alone more alone then ever before,people bring you down any,women especially,sad lil world i live in isn't it

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they say they hate spics,they say every spic has ni99er blood in them,if you think about it,all you see ni99as n spics together,you gota love it tho,in a group of ni99as there's always one spic throwin up that 5,in a group of spics there's always one ni99a ready to ride,we one in the same goin threw the same bull shit,

you don't have to walk around scared to let people in

i have no inspiration,ive lost it when i met you,cause the fact of knowing i can't have you,kills me slowly,i have no-will,no desire,no cause,i need you,if i can't have you why should he,i need you beside me so i can keep writing down these lost words that modern man doesn't speak,having you might help me save this world,thus save myself from myself,and you having me you would never feel unwanted,unjust,unloved,ill give you rather try and give you everything you needed in a human,even though as it seem to others,we are aliens,we are shun,cased away as if we have leprosy,but you might not see,but i know you feel you have me,every-time i look in to those lucid absinthe colored eyes,i become lucid,embracing that one day,it shall be we that show humanity that love do exist....

i love you but how you dont love me

everything in this life that we live is a lie excepted my love for you its the only thing in this world you can believe in only if i could tell you let alone show you but god know how would you react n plus i already know what you would say ,you'll say i like you alot n i care about you but we cant be right know ,i have a man n i love him ,even though we have to work things out but you'll always be my friend,n im not prepared to hear that, so ill just sit back n keep my mouth shut n deal with you being hurt,but what makes it worst ,is that it hurts me as well cuz you no how i feel about you,but love dont give a fuck about what you see or how that person treat em,love is selfish,i dont think i wana love if i cant have you,since the first time i seen you,the first time we had a convo,i know you was the one ,i no you felt it to ,wen i made you smile n the words we exchange, you had to feel what we could be,but i guess i was the only one in tuned with our chemistry,only if you could understand how much this is hurting me ,to write down damn i feel like a sad clown,

Veronica Caraballo first poem :) n its called Trapped in the dark hall of my Soul

Title dark hall .... I walk this dark hall , ppl in my ear tellinq were to qo , i feel lik ive rather run away from them, but i cnt pull away from him, weres the lite, weres the end of it ? I feel the pressure as i finally run, was it a mistake , should have juss listened , but deep dwn i want the lite, i want the endinq, while i run i almost tripp, and i realise it was him, yea in my head it made me feel qood, but i still wana run, now that i was thinkinq 4 maself i ran, and not lookinq back im finaly in the lite but if im in da lite why do i feel so empty ??Soo in da dark ??

boredom n random thing this chick told me lol

.there is no god thats y we prey to our L's......what kinda world we living in, this chick i know said she got a lightning bolt tated on her vag,its kinda bad,everytime u fuck it,u get shocked,i guessin Zeus was da first ni99a who tapped it, or this is just the world we live in lol

a womans inspration with a pen??

where is that chick that i can write poems with or talk about life n the world.shes no where n its sad -_- i know its a girl out her in the same universe n dimension asking where are the guys like me,praying for one day to find him but as it happens, when they finally do they've given up on bleeding there souls with the ink of a pen ,placing there lives on a blank canvas like a artist named van-go n many others of his time.its sad I've met many ladies who've just stopped, they never had someone to show interest in them ,they turned numb from the pain of life ,so instead of writing down there everyday problems,they just accepted everything wrong,they become a clone ,there scared to walk around with no make up,they care whats a simple unworthy human thinks about them now,there lifeless n cant see the good things in life,they cant see they had a talent of then sucking dick and being in the production of drama,so i try to get them to wiled the pen ,but they tell me they cant anymore it was years ago,as i look in to there eyes i still see that person screaming out to be released,so i tell them you can still write it can never leave you,and i ask them to start writing again n to write me something,some smile n gives me that nerves look n say ok,some fight it n say maybe next time, its nothing i can do, one day they will realize there writing will always be there to give then a hand,but to the ones thats started again i might have found the girls I've been look for

b dolan love will survive,my lil version of it cuz da beat is awesome

evil is this,lightning flashes within this,so dark,don't you feel this,remembrance, that late night you had no tension,relax you said,cold and still,no life in your eyes,your body on mines,my eyes turn black,darker then your vision in your mirror,devilish sounds are made,lost in space,light years away,spiraling deeper and deeper as a dark-hole,head goes back mouths open,all she feeling is pain,kisses on her brain,as it rains, wind start blowing harder,satin keeps calling im pushing him away, for now this is my prey,even she had to mention,hell is only a infliction,she says im her mission,my back distorts,our bodies start to twist,hopefully this doesn't makes you sick,the weather stills knocks at the windows asking to come in,but im already in,her screams as loud as the thunder,she takes it all in ,strong as the wind,her eyes bleed harder then the rain, flowing along the window plane,our body starts to die,the lowering of her neck and legs,our eyes began to change,we hold our breaths,bodies start to change,flatting out like nothing ever changed,laying next to her,i guess she loved the hell,yes ,only I'd could of given her,as she lay and sleep,i go back to the darkness, of where i traded my soul ,for the sexy exchange,*this is a love story thats set in my shallow grav*

jamie quigley poem called hopes n dreams stuffed in a body bag

calling in the darkness of night
calling to see if your alright
but not a sound not an ancer
this could be a desaster
i sit here in the darkness of night wondering
if your alright
i call again but still no ancer
this turned into a desaster..
running in the darkness of night
to see if youre alright
i get to your home it seems that your alone.
the dorr was open so i let myself in
only to see
i walked into a crime seen
it felt as if i was in a dream
thats what it seemed..
a puttle of blood and a gun
a cold lifeless body on the floor
i ran out the door
and fell onto the floor..
his hopes and dreams now fill a body bag..
its soo sad to see a mom and a dad
crying at the site where his body lay

heartless... my lil verson of heartless by actor Jim Sturgess from the U.K movie heartless

the earth feels so heartless ,more heartless then the women i been with,so alone ,trying to find someone that can prove me wrong,to show me the world really isnt heartless, but i been searching for 20 years now,even though in reality it been century's, i have a bleeding feeling in my stomach,my spine is leaking,my brain keeps skipping,and my eyes dont seem to work,wishing i could see people with there hearts,but with everyone i meet is heartless,black hollowed out holes where there heart should be,im tired of trying to prove to these broken people that everyone's not heartless,but im being pushed away,now i hoping i can hold on to my heart,and not become heartless...