Whats does your personality rate from 1-10? by morning_prayer
Your first full name
Your personality rates a	its low...
your best quality is	youre genuine
your worst quality is	you need what you cant have
this is because	other people influenced you
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Wow my life is fucked.

I just spent the night at ash's place and went to see Doom today, had great fun. I need to catch up with claire.

Love you all.

Why odnt parents understand that I dont want to talk, i just want to be left alone? WHY? SURLY I MADE NO ERROR IN SAYING LEAVE ME ALONE, I DONT WANT TO TALK. YET THEY PERSIST PISSING YOU OFF HURTING YOU DEEPLY. UNTILL YOU HAVE HAD NO MORE. FUCK OFF, YET THEY CONTINUE FUCK THE HELL OFF, AND ON THE GO, JUST LEAVE THE THE FUCK ALONE DONT YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT, FOR FUCK SAKE! CHRIST!

Final they leave, but to late, she has pushed me and now i snap, well fuck her the fucking bitch. I plan to leave as soon as possible, HELP ME! I cant stand this mad house any more, she encroches on my space, just leave me the hell alone, i dont want to see you again.

Im kinda bored atm so im going to post a song i wrote last night! I hope you all enjoy.

What the fuck is the point any more, my heart is stolen, my happiness is crush, I just want to give up. I need some time out. Some time away living on my own painting, writing, music, drawing, living my life my way. I need a break before I snap why do I feel this burden so. I’m worn to my last thread I’m going to snap, crack and break. When I do I hope those I love are not around. I need to express it, some how some way. My heart needs to cry but my mind won’t obey. My face is in drought for so long. Pride is blocking my valve, all my hurt and anger is caught up in side. I’m going to explode.


Run away if you know what’s best for you,
No control, no direction.
Run away if you know what’s best for you,
Because if I grab you, you wont be running no more.

*SNAP* There goes my love.
*SNAP* There goes my Heart.
*SNAP* There goes my Feeling.
*SNAP* There goes my control.
*SNAP* There goes my mind.
*SNAP* There goes your NECK!

You try to walk through me, like I’m not there. Well guess the FUCK WHAT!
I AM ALIVE IM HERE, NOT ICE ME NOW, OR YOU WILL REGRET IT LATER.
IM NOT THE KIND OF PERSON TO LAY DOWN AND TAKE IT ALL THE TIME.
I WILL EXPLODE THEN YOU WILL WISH YOU HAD TIP-TOED AROUND ME LIKE A FAIRY.

Run away if you know what’s best for you,
No control, no direction.
Run away if you know what’s best for you,
Because if I grab you, you wont be running no more.

*SNAP* There goes my love.
*SNAP* There goes my Heart.
*SNAP* There goes my Feeling.
*SNAP* There goes my control.
*SNAP* There goes my mind.
*SNAP* There goes your NECK!

Once I have you in my clutches I won’t let you go. Once I have your neck it will be my bitch.
I hope you enjoyed your time walking all over me, because it’s my turn to walk over you, only I’m wearing steel studs. Who going to die first in this rat race we call life. Ill give you two guess me or YOU!

BOOM!


P.S. I love you Claire

POEM 1

Happiness is like the present:
It either was, or yet will be.

We only exist as much
as we remember
...what if we don't?
If a man falls in the forest
and there is nobody around
Does he scream?
If I died and forgot about it
- would I be still alive?

Holes in life, holes to fill
Bottomless pits
Fill them with people, or fill them with junk,
Makes no difference...
I need people to remember things for me.
I build a wall with
walking, breathing records

With no memories, I can always start anew
Like that guy from Memento
Or like a mad cow, with brain full of holes
Wandering around with no purpose in life
I think I used to have a purpose but I... forgot.

Letters, photos, souvenirs
It's not me.
Always writing the chronicles,
Empty facts, devoid of life
It's not me.
Yesterday I did something
I won't remember tomorrow
It's not me.

I only exist in the present
And the present does not exist.

POEM 2

Echoes of her voice lie,
imprinted in the chaos of creases
where your body once lay
entwined with hers,
a rhythmical gnashing
biting large unseemly wounds
into my 400 thread count heart.
The same heart you lie to
in the voice that calls me secretly by her name
a whispered croon like splintered glass.

Her eyes matched the cornelian blue trim
that my hands had sewn with painstaking stitches
to the crisp white sheets
a wedding present
from your brother.
My hands tremble now
as I trace the Judas shadow across the blank expanse of fabric
taunting me with the countless hours
of treachery they were silent witness to
if walls can talk, then what of beds?
A bedtime story with no happy ever after.

Her scent still lingers
integrating with my own
sandalwood and neroli
jasmine and passion flowers
a bouquet of your deceit
I have flung those sheets-
the canvas of your betrayal-
into a crumpled heap on the bare wood floors.
I have stomped and kicked
and still I scoop them up
remaking my bed with your stains
sleeping with demons and dogs.

I am bound to this torment
my pillow an anchor to my pain
awake or dreaming I still see your
bare back, the scars from my nails glowing neon pink between
the strands of her long black hair that trails over your shoulder
and I hate
I hate this embittered bile I vomit in black tirades
this diseased patchwork heart I struggle to hold on to.

Tomorrow,
I’m buying new sheets.


POEM 3

I remember.... God why do I remember
What twisted thoughts & ideas should I consider

Chasing vengeance with a heart of rebelliousness
Crushing & Giving "Hope" all with one little kiss
Changing minds, switching directions, but I fail to see
I fight, then I fight some more, now who am I supposed to be
Wrath, Ha! You don't really know it
Because you’re to afraid to show it
Stick my tongue out & lick you across the cheek
It's all about pride... Why should I be meek
I'm bigger than you so swallow what I reap
Don't be fooled, I'm not 4'5 I'm actually 7 feet
I take great pleasure in walking upon your face
Crazy D? Who knew I would start my own race
One of a kind? Dude your so one of a kind
Oh, the loneliness, that is driven by a dark mind
He He He He ..... Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
This isn't happy hour & my name certainly isn't mufasa

But there is no hope when your battle is against time
Just watch - day by day - as your soul unwinds



POEM 4


I live in a world
Where people live hidden
Hidden lives, no face to behold
Hidden in masks, ever forbidden

Their faces and their souls
Once so pure, so beautiful
By hate so full
Become so frightful

How can we live
This life spurred on by greed
We have to leave
All our selfish deeds

RETARDAION

Infections Spread, Heart Stutters,
Mind Seizes, Life Stumbles.

Infections Fly, Heart Fails,
Mind Fumbles, Life Faint.


DEAD MAN THAT WAS

Man lying prone, limbs spread,
Muscles resting peaceful.
Secreting scent sweet, seductive,
Radiating resilient harmony.

Face quite, cold and hairy.
Lips contorted into a deathly grin.
Eyes glare, upwards glazed and twinkling.
Emotions unbound, stowed away in depths.

Thoughts scattered, random, secretive.
Mind still, broken, unfixable.
Control gone, sapped, lost,
Power off, lights out.

He was Great.
He was Good.
He was Kind.
He was Handsome.
He was Bright.
He was Tricked.
He was Murdered

He is Rotting.


END OF HEART

Alone I cry in the crowd,
Blind to those weeping around me.
I feel lonely but I have barely tasted,
The emotion.

Wondering the crowd, I sight the monkey.
Long has it tortured me, caused me dampness.
This baboon has never let the leash out far.
Teased me with unobtainable rewards.

Hooded my figure crawls closer.
Alert for signs that my quarry notices the hunt.
My claws disappear, twin snakes hiss,
As they slither backwards out of their den.

Cloaked in darkness, I slink closer.
I can almost touch my prey.
I take two steps; I am breathing on it.
It feels me; She turns and stares into my eyes.

I whisper, “freedom!”
My hands flash out from beneath my cloak
The twin snakes, rush across her neck,
Parting the skin, quenching their thirst in her life.

She falls, down as if time is her plaything.
Shock her last visage, forever eternal,
Her white dress now red collared.
A pile of white with specks of red for eternity.

A scream, I am no longer imprisoned.
I am free, I know see all around me.
My snakes still hunger, my hands obey.
The screaming stops if only for a moment.

The twins hate the sound they wish to stop it.
They have a new quest; they will win or die.
Striking and coiling, even defending themselves
And their new prisoner

Freedom was sweet, yet so short,
Now my new masters are hungry I will feed them.
Ten lives wasted, yet the hunger goes on.
Now I am circled by that worthy of my masters.

The hunter is now the hunted
Stalked this dreaded night by my ex-masters finest
She taught them well, but me better.
Three die unnecessary, fools rushed, young hot blood.

Six left, oldest most trusted, two with long blade,
Two with axe, last with snakes of their own.
One of axe lurches, I side step, snake held out,
In and out, another life dropped.




Its brother flies from my hand into one of blade.
Skull parting, venom straight to brain.
Time plays her tricks again.
I am there blades knees haven’t touched the ground.

The twins are joined again. Together, they bite.
Vicious strike, hiss, they catch the last of blade.
They order my knee to rise, landing a blow to the mans stomach.
Another life spilt.

The other snakes, wait coiled, time is their mistress.
She grants them their lives, while they worship her.
The last axe man throws his tool, I drop low.
The blade caress' my back. My snake springs, poisoning another neck.

A lasts my acolytes the last left, followers of my own gods.
We face, bow, and set to our task like businessmen.
My youngest follower throws one of his snakes, foolish.
Mid-air I snatch it and turn it back upon him his heart punctured.

My successor is last. I have taught him well.
Possibly to well, our snakes clash, hissing and slithering over each other.
The metal screeches, sparks fly. He thrust low to my abdominal and punctures.
I strike high piercing the heart. He was a good man, I cry for him.

I stagger, away, shot through the back from a distance.
Arrow shreds lung, mouth drools pink foam.
My heart cries, my snakes thirst more.
I deliver them my own, they stay indebted to me.

I loved her, my soul cries.


HE STARES

He stares, eye shifting constantly.
Trying to avoid eye contact
Sneaking a peek breasts his focus.
Physical attraction blooming,
Restless lust, sinning his life away.

No cares for the pain he causes,
Thoughts travel from the path.
Detouring into phant’sy
Body ignores mind disobedient
Taking commands from sin.

Her senses prickle, she feels watched.
Looks around searching,
Finds her admirer, and returns gaze.
Shy he turns his eye aside, shamed.
Flagrantly his eyes betray him.

A darting look back she is still looking.
What is she thinking, “freak, funny, cute?”
He stands there wondering; “Does she find
My glances creepy, alluring, complementary?
I wish the later two, because I am told to.”

Imagination flaunting its power, unchecked,
Unbridled it floats around, going where it pleases.
Taking its toll on the body, its pint of blood.
Its pound of flesh. What more could it take.
Hormones are his monkey, the large Baboon.

Heart safe from sin, for now, clean safe
Already the heart is claimed for another.
There is room for all, but some live richer
Than others, I miss the lady of the manor.
She is distant, her face fades each day.

I give you what is most valuable to me.
I miss you, so I give to you freely,
My body is the armour around my
Felling, the armour can only be dented
Thrown around, it keeps what matters safe.

For You!


HOW IT FEELS

I need you, I want you.
My heart aches, my throat aches.
I yearn for your touch, your warmth.
Just to lay down with you, caress you.
I feel like my soul is missing.

With out you the land seems empty,
Being deprived of you leaves me wounded.
Bleeding from a cut, the flow can only be stemmed,
By one, the only one, mistress of my heart.
You are my mistress I am your sad servant.

The only feelings left is sadness and hope,
A great sadness, unbridled, ravaging
My body, heart, mind and soul all sore.
A great hope, of seeing you,
Of spending time with you, of loving you.
You are wanted; you make me feel special.

Seeing you momentarily only tormented me,
I need you to stay until we grow tired of company.
Then we part, finding we thirst for one an other
Moments afterwards and we run back,
To spend more time together. Watching the world,
Revolve around your beauty.

I Love You!

TODAY SUCKED I FEEL LIKE A RAVAGED SOUL, I HATE IT ALL!!!

It started off fine with japanese (teacher was away thank God!) so i got to trace and draw all lesson, next was maths. i got to listen to music and draw again cause we were doing group work. Great so far, THEN THE SHIT HOLE COMES, MY SOCIAL STUDIES TEACHER WAS PISSED OFF, SO WHO GETS THE CRAP US, THE CLASS!!!! THEN I HAD RELIGION FUCKING HELL!!! I WAS LIKE 5 MINUTES LATE AND I CAME IN JUST AS THEY WERE ABOUT TO START PRAY, SHE YELLS AT ME FOR BEING LATE, THEN WE DO THIS SHIT MEDITATION CRAP WITH SOME WHINNY BITCH ON A TAPE, TELL US TO CALM DOWN AND IMAGINE WE ARE IN THE GOSPEL OR SOME SHIT (FUCK CHRIST, BABY JESUS CAN DIE!). FINIALLY WE WHERE GIVEN AND ASSESSMENT. WHILE I WAS WAITING FOR THE TEACHER TO GET READY TO TELL US ALL ABOUT IT, I STARTED DRAWING AGAIN SHE TELLS ME OFF THEN TELLS US THE ASSESSMENT. FINALLY ONCE SHE HAS FINISHED WHILE SHE IS HANDING SOME OTHER SHEET OUT. I START DRAWING AGAIN, AS SHE COMES PAST HANDING OUT THE SHEETS SHE TAKES MY DRAWINGS AND ONLY PENCIL AND PUTS THEM UP THE BACK. THEN GET US TO READ THE SHEET I PUT MY HEAD OF THE DESK AND DON'T BOTHER READING CAUSE IT'S SOME CRAP ABOUT ANOTHER RICH ASS SAINT. SHE SNAPS AT ME AND TELLS ME TO READ.

Most of my angers comes from my inability to express my self. I feel like getting out some canvas and paints and going crazy but there I know where I can do that. Good save me I need a saviour, someone to cup their hands and catch what little is left of my sanity before it departs.

i also found out I'm easily hurt. some window to the soul test tells me. i found it on one of your friends comment things Claire. I NEED A BREAK! I need no more school i need LOVE, MUSIC, ART, WRITING and an apprenticeship!


ROSE EYES

You have Rose
Eyes!
Positive Traits: Compassion,
Patience, Understanding, Innocence,
Generosity
Negative Traits: Naive,
Overly Optimistic, Ignorant, Passive, Easily
Taken Advantage Of


Your eyes are the windows to your soul. What type of eyes do you have?
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RANTING MIND

 Mind gone black, blank and bland
Pain grows, life its fertiliser
Forever draining, leeching
Strength dwindles, brain kindles
Danger lurks in these thoughts.

Always prowling, hunting, searching
Eagre for the kill, looming just out of sight.
Binding its time, in a game where patience’s is the cruelest killer.
Risks are known by all but the player, blinded by the
Blanc, Bright, Brave mind.

Hi Every One, If you are reading this, it means I love you, know you, or my lovers know you. Well I'm just chillin' out at home, relaxing, listening to some tunes. Since this is my first post ive got some catch up to do. So over the next week I will be posting my poems and poems of others that I like. As well as poems, music lyrics and my heart and soul will be en-tombed upon these pages. Enjoy.

I LOVE YOU CLAIRE!!!!!!