Post by ashesbyraevyn on Apr 26, 2006 12:13:58 GMT 1
I wrote these in about a couple of days so they probably suck. And also i apologise in advance IF they sound 'emo'.
They arent meant to. I try not to affiliate with anything revolving around that word/label.
enjoy
Letter From The Inside:
The trains coming,
i can hear it.
get up,
get up.
all impulses are infused,
valentines, it makes me laugh.
you can send you're roses,
would it drain me?
weep I will then,
it's the content i can't claim
the smell,
it sickens me.
the repulse,
it weakens me.
Send myself some hate mail,
instead i hit from the far end.
buried myself in my ownings,
the letters on the inside,
they're still vexed with me.
brooding is the profession.
I'll see you through, on all hallows eve,
halloween,
it makes me smile.
One Promised:
I know, were sharing a personage.
the image of you,
sends the liquid running.
too young are we,
to know of the word.
we'll never believe it.
four letters of lies.
boy, you're twisted.
I wouldn't change a thing.
the leaves you taped,
it filled our hearts all too soon.
written in the pages,
you'll follow me.
or some other way,
i know you too well.
though not at all, i know of you.
theres no irony,
no such thing as never love the others.
you're views we share,
too good for me,
a lie you'd say
somehow I belive you
you're keeping my stability,
we are...twisted together.
were knots and bonds.
Blue Iris:
Dull and dry,
the melody maker.
lay by the blinds,
she calling for you.
you could dress me in blue,
like our sorrows sinking.
the cold bench, withered,
I recall
I could dress you in white.
you're wanted in heaven.
let me push you through,
theres no equal sacrifice.
don't leave me away,
as i do for myself.
your eyes i'm tearing for them.
the iris is making me weep.
and i like it.
he is always what they call beautiful.
but i can find no pages to epitomize what i see in you.
his iris,
it's making me weep.
Sun Air:
He told me,
were evading.
the negative creeping up on me.
far away,
in the getaway,
stolen posesstions,
would sink to nothing in the suns air,
the suns glare.
sea spray,
moss covered stones,
blurring beside us.
you're making me smile over here.
i feel nothing but you.
you say my act is of hers,
a minimal nod of mine,
in the suns glare, his touch is warming.
empathetic traits we share,
there may be much more.
what becomes of this,
i'd rather not know
i didn't wish to feel rushed,
as we drifted towards the roses of white.
take a risk,
and we stared.
in the winter,
his touch is cold.
though his face, it warms me,
in the suns air.
Well that's it. They're not the best...i'm only 15...at the moment i'm working on something called 'Ragdoll' which i'll hopefully post soon.
hope you enjoyed
They arent meant to. I try not to affiliate with anything revolving around that word/label.
enjoy
Letter From The Inside:
The trains coming,
i can hear it.
get up,
get up.
all impulses are infused,
valentines, it makes me laugh.
you can send you're roses,
would it drain me?
weep I will then,
it's the content i can't claim
the smell,
it sickens me.
the repulse,
it weakens me.
Send myself some hate mail,
instead i hit from the far end.
buried myself in my ownings,
the letters on the inside,
they're still vexed with me.
brooding is the profession.
I'll see you through, on all hallows eve,
halloween,
it makes me smile.
One Promised:
I know, were sharing a personage.
the image of you,
sends the liquid running.
too young are we,
to know of the word.
we'll never believe it.
four letters of lies.
boy, you're twisted.
I wouldn't change a thing.
the leaves you taped,
it filled our hearts all too soon.
written in the pages,
you'll follow me.
or some other way,
i know you too well.
though not at all, i know of you.
theres no irony,
no such thing as never love the others.
you're views we share,
too good for me,
a lie you'd say
somehow I belive you
you're keeping my stability,
we are...twisted together.
were knots and bonds.
Blue Iris:
Dull and dry,
the melody maker.
lay by the blinds,
she calling for you.
you could dress me in blue,
like our sorrows sinking.
the cold bench, withered,
I recall
I could dress you in white.
you're wanted in heaven.
let me push you through,
theres no equal sacrifice.
don't leave me away,
as i do for myself.
your eyes i'm tearing for them.
the iris is making me weep.
and i like it.
he is always what they call beautiful.
but i can find no pages to epitomize what i see in you.
his iris,
it's making me weep.
Sun Air:
He told me,
were evading.
the negative creeping up on me.
far away,
in the getaway,
stolen posesstions,
would sink to nothing in the suns air,
the suns glare.
sea spray,
moss covered stones,
blurring beside us.
you're making me smile over here.
i feel nothing but you.
you say my act is of hers,
a minimal nod of mine,
in the suns glare, his touch is warming.
empathetic traits we share,
there may be much more.
what becomes of this,
i'd rather not know
i didn't wish to feel rushed,
as we drifted towards the roses of white.
take a risk,
and we stared.
in the winter,
his touch is cold.
though his face, it warms me,
in the suns air.
Well that's it. They're not the best...i'm only 15...at the moment i'm working on something called 'Ragdoll' which i'll hopefully post soon.
hope you enjoyed
