The crimson tide approaches,
i feel my bloody demise,
sweep forward on the sand,
death, it greets me,
like an old friend from long ago,
it takes my sand,
so subtle in its sadism,
and leads me to the waves.
The sea gulls can be my witness,
my gossips to the cause,
they can go spread the word,
of how i once walked,
with visions of grandure,
i held them in my pocket,
where a stained blade now resides,
they can go tell all,
how i lie dead on the shore.
Scream louder, i dare you,
my knife you will feel,
death will grip you in its hands,
my blade isn't as kind, he doesn't make deals.
Your eyes fill with fear,
at the sight of my giddy smile,
i feel the rush through my veins,
i won't kill you yet, i'll wait awhile.
I'll gut you, flesh from bone,
i'll make you watch in terror,
i'm enjoying this too much to kill you now,
i think i'll keep you forever.
Feel the icy chill,
its my freezer in which you sit,
you unhelpful girl,
i had to cut you up so you would fit.
I hear strange noises from the freezer,
but i know it can't be you,
your dead, i killed you myself,
but now i wonder, w
a white bird flew up to the sky,
full of naive joy, she flew so high,
her feathers knew only innocence, her soul was true,
drawn to the sun's love, higher and higher she flew.
she didn't realize man stood below,
filled with envy and greed he couldn't let her go,
he pumped his gun, once, twice, again,
when the bullet hit her chest, it began to rain,
the sun's heart broke, real tears it cried,
and for a moment all wings stopped, all birds died.
Man get his wish, hanging the bird on his wall,
never again to float in the breeze or call her melodic call,
no, she remains hammered, so the man can tell his tails,
about the day he shot an
This is our last sunset,
before this eternal night,
there's a millennia of darkness yet,
for now, we're stuck in this twilight.
See the ending crimson skies,
as graceful birds sing their goodbyes,
and flowers close up to escape the dark,
here we lay, just waiting for the stars.
come my friends, we'll play a game,
together we can hide,
the night breeze brings our skin, ice cold,
and pale blue to the touch,
under these suicidal skies.
They'll never find us here, we whisper,
and giggle with giddy delight,
they'll search and search for what remains,
for we lie six feet under the stone.
This is the game we play,
long into the night,
we swing from ropes on trees,
we swim in these crimson seas,
until we forever lie,
with our broken bodies intertwined.
i send out my silent plea,
help! help me!
i don't wanna cut,
or cause myself pain,
but fucking hell!
can't you see my scars?
as plain as day,
maybe i'm too weak,
to stop the razors might,
but your the one who awakens me,
from the terrors that haunt me,
every night,
i'm sinking, i'm drowning,
what other analogy could i possibly use?
why won't you see?
why can't you stop me!!??
surrounded by no one,
lost in a world of one,
in company when I'm alone,
i govern no one on this rusty throne.
a crown of thorns on knotted hair,
maybe my ego was too large,
for i saw something that was not there.
So let the tattlers tell,
of how the once honorable queen,
was bewitched by a man's spell,
but after all the prince wasn't there to hear my cries,
he had just come to say his goodbyes.
your beauty is beyond compare,
and i cannot compete,
and when i saw you standing there,
i knew that i was beat.
I beg, please don't take him from me,
i know how easily you can,
he thinks i don't know, can't see,
as you swiftly and silently take my man.
you could have anyone, with a face and figure so lush,
i'm boring, plain, ugly when next to you,
but i love him, shouldn't that trump your crush?
i'll die if this is what you choose to do.
but i guess you've already won this war,
and i'm left as a memory,
it's your name, not mine he calls for,
i can feel my heart, breaking, shattering..............slowly.
see my bones through faded skin,
see my yellow star,
hear our calls for a god which has forsaken us,
behind roses and barbed wire.
i see my brothers and sisters,
as we burn for our faith,
the old prayers seem little comfort,
as your body slowly fades away,
behind roses and barbed wire,
most of us will not see the day break,
most will die here,
and history can not, will not forget,
our struggles,
as we are trapped,
behind roses and barbed wire.
My feet hit this pavement,
for the hundred miles i've run,
and as my breath comes in wispy gasps,
i know that i am done.
I know I'm sick of running,
away from them and you,
but my feet still hit this pavement,
because it's all i know how to do.
your naive to think that time,
would change the way i feel,
and so arrogant and stupid to believe,
that my feelings weren't real,
conceited to think that you,
were the cause of all my tears,
but so shamefully right,
when you said i run from all my fears.
so watch me as i sprint,
because i refuse to deal with this here,
maybe i'll come back, but don't hold your breath,
cause i can bar
The crimson tide approaches,
i feel my bloody demise,
sweep forward on the sand,
death, it greets me,
like an old friend from long ago,
it takes my sand,
so subtle in its sadism,
and leads me to the waves.
The sea gulls can be my witness,
my gossips to the cause,
they can go spread the word,
of how i once walked,
with visions of grandure,
i held them in my pocket,
where a stained blade now resides,
they can go tell all,
how i lie dead on the shore.
Scream louder, i dare you,
my knife you will feel,
death will grip you in its hands,
my blade isn't as kind, he doesn't make deals.
Your eyes fill with fear,
at the sight of my giddy smile,
i feel the rush through my veins,
i won't kill you yet, i'll wait awhile.
I'll gut you, flesh from bone,
i'll make you watch in terror,
i'm enjoying this too much to kill you now,
i think i'll keep you forever.
Feel the icy chill,
its my freezer in which you sit,
you unhelpful girl,
i had to cut you up so you would fit.
I hear strange noises from the freezer,
but i know it can't be you,
your dead, i killed you myself,
but now i wonder, w
a white bird flew up to the sky,
full of naive joy, she flew so high,
her feathers knew only innocence, her soul was true,
drawn to the sun's love, higher and higher she flew.
she didn't realize man stood below,
filled with envy and greed he couldn't let her go,
he pumped his gun, once, twice, again,
when the bullet hit her chest, it began to rain,
the sun's heart broke, real tears it cried,
and for a moment all wings stopped, all birds died.
Man get his wish, hanging the bird on his wall,
never again to float in the breeze or call her melodic call,
no, she remains hammered, so the man can tell his tails,
about the day he shot an
This is our last sunset,
before this eternal night,
there's a millennia of darkness yet,
for now, we're stuck in this twilight.
See the ending crimson skies,
as graceful birds sing their goodbyes,
and flowers close up to escape the dark,
here we lay, just waiting for the stars.
come my friends, we'll play a game,
together we can hide,
the night breeze brings our skin, ice cold,
and pale blue to the touch,
under these suicidal skies.
They'll never find us here, we whisper,
and giggle with giddy delight,
they'll search and search for what remains,
for we lie six feet under the stone.
This is the game we play,
long into the night,
we swing from ropes on trees,
we swim in these crimson seas,
until we forever lie,
with our broken bodies intertwined.
surrounded by no one,
lost in a world of one,
in company when I'm alone,
i govern no one on this rusty throne.
a crown of thorns on knotted hair,
maybe my ego was too large,
for i saw something that was not there.
So let the tattlers tell,
of how the once honorable queen,
was bewitched by a man's spell,
but after all the prince wasn't there to hear my cries,
he had just come to say his goodbyes.
your beauty is beyond compare,
and i cannot compete,
and when i saw you standing there,
i knew that i was beat.
I beg, please don't take him from me,
i know how easily you can,
he thinks i don't know, can't see,
as you swiftly and silently take my man.
you could have anyone, with a face and figure so lush,
i'm boring, plain, ugly when next to you,
but i love him, shouldn't that trump your crush?
i'll die if this is what you choose to do.
but i guess you've already won this war,
and i'm left as a memory,
it's your name, not mine he calls for,
i can feel my heart, breaking, shattering..............slowly.
see my bones through faded skin,
see my yellow star,
hear our calls for a god which has forsaken us,
behind roses and barbed wire.
i see my brothers and sisters,
as we burn for our faith,
the old prayers seem little comfort,
as your body slowly fades away,
behind roses and barbed wire,
most of us will not see the day break,
most will die here,
and history can not, will not forget,
our struggles,
as we are trapped,
behind roses and barbed wire.
My feet hit this pavement,
for the hundred miles i've run,
and as my breath comes in wispy gasps,
i know that i am done.
I know I'm sick of running,
away from them and you,
but my feet still hit this pavement,
because it's all i know how to do.
your naive to think that time,
would change the way i feel,
and so arrogant and stupid to believe,
that my feelings weren't real,
conceited to think that you,
were the cause of all my tears,
but so shamefully right,
when you said i run from all my fears.
so watch me as i sprint,
because i refuse to deal with this here,
maybe i'll come back, but don't hold your breath,
cause i can bar
Running in a circle,
my life becomes a ring,
when days slur into the next,
and the bird has lost her sing,
the colours have lost their power,
and food has lost it's taste,
nothing can quench my thirst,
because i feel my life is a waste.
My body is tired and sore,
lost it's inner fight,
and even sleep has left me,
tossing and turning through the night.
I don't know what i need,
to find myself once more,
it's not a shot of gin,
or a priest at my door.
And if this insanity continues,
as i fear it will,
I'll be forever starving,
forever waiting for my fill.
Thats me, i took this picture on a really crap raining day when i was stuck inside and bored out of my mind. i like it, even though you can see that dam camera strap in the picture.
Anyway my name's Cory Barbara-Joy, but just call me Cory, it's easier and not too found of my second name, I'm a dancer, have been as long as i can remember, i can dance most styles and i wouldn't say I'm a stunning dancer in every style but I'm good. I have this account because i love to write and without this there's a chance no one will ever see it. I can't draw, or paint i have no real artist ability but i can appreciate it, so another reason to be on here.
I talk far too much, and I get very emotional sometimes which is good i guess when you want to write poetry. yeap.............i think thats it :)
Current Residence: New Zealand Favourite genre of music: very eclectic tastes Personal Quote: shit happens
feeling pretty shitty lately,
not like in a sickness type way, i've just felt sad, alone, empty, ugly, know the feeling??
i just cant seem to compare with the other girls i'm around, i'm not skinny, beautiful, charming or graceful, and when i'm on here i read and see amazing poems and pictures and i feel so untalented.
i guess you could say lately i just havent been feeling good enough for anyone, or anything.
i don't actually know if anyone reads this, i dont actually mind either way. it's not me crying on the internet for help, it's just me needing a place to vent out everything that frustrates and hurts me. Usually my poems do this fo
I wrote a poem on here Called "the ignorance of suicide" and i'm really frightened people are hurting themselves and getting the wrong idea about what its about.
I hear a lot of people saying that people who commit suicide are weak, attention-seeking, selfish and a lot of other things that are far from the truth, this was meant to be a poem about how those people don't understand, yet they judge like they know.
I'm not giving the ok for ANYONE to take their own life, if you feel you have to i'm sorry for the pain you must experience but this poem was about how no one has the right to make a judgement on how someone dealt to their pain.
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It's pretty late and there ain't much else to do at this hour of the night apart from this, unless your at a party or something but my "cool" level isn't high enough for that........... nobody loves me............... Don't worry I'm just pulling your leg.
So i guess as a journal entry i should write what i've been up to of late and being chronically single and being neck high in school it's safe to say not a lot. I am trying to write a story though, just for Shits and giggles. I've written a few pages and i think it's alright so far, I'm kind of making it up as i go along and i don't see much coming from it but I've never written a full on s