Open Book
I'm stuck in this living hell
Feeling nothing but rage
I feel like an open book
And I just can't turn the page
I'm screaming on the inside
But smiling on the out
You hate everything I am
Of this I have no doubt
You feel like a sore
That just won't heal
And you're just like dried skin
Just beginning to peel
You think you're my romantic
You think you're my one true love
You act like you're 'the one'
Sent to me from above
But, in reality, you're nothing
But an annoying little bug
And right now I'm thinking
Of your grave that should be dug
White Dove
You broke me down
You made me bleed
You made me cry
You made me feel less than me
You broke my heart
I'm nothing anymore
But what you made me
I'm just your little whore
I feel no pain
I feel no love
You made me this way
I'm no white dove
Laying in a pool of blood
Seeing nothing but white
Wishing it were you instead of me
And I'm walking towards the light
Personal Jesus - Chapter One by glittering-butterfly, literature
Literature
Personal Jesus - Chapter One
"Hey, babe, what's up?"
My boyfriend of two years, Brian, jumps about a foot in the air and shoves something in his guitar case, slamming it shut and spins around to face me. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all, Cyn."
Now, contrary to popular belief, Synyster Gates cannot lie. At least, not to me. I narrow my eyes at him, crossing my tattooed arms over my chest. "Brian Haner Jr. get to explaining. You know I can't stand a liar."
The look of shock on his face floor me. "How can you call me a liar like that? All I was doing was going over some lyrics that Jimmy wrote yesterday. That," his voice sounds so cold, and his stance shows his anger, "wasn'
Never, in all my life, have I felt like this. Not even on the stage, singing out words straight from my heart, have I felt so alive. I feel as if nothing can touch me here, break me down. I'm falling, even though I'm not even standing, and if I reach out my hands I can touch a true morning star.
I wonder, do the gods feel this, this incredible power, as they look down at the world? Do they feel as if, maybe, the world isn't strong enough to hold such beauty? Is that why it is in a place few care to venture? Is that why this beautiful, bright snow only rests on the tops of the mountains? Is that why the clouds rest far below here, and why the
Next Contestant by glittering-butterfly, literature
Literature
Next Contestant
Next Contestant
I judge by what he's wearing,
Just how many heads I'm tearing,
Off of assholes coming onto him.
Each night seems like it's getting worse.
And I wish he'd take the night off,
So I don't have to fight off,
Every asshole coming onto him.
It happens every night he works.
I stood near the doorway of the bar and strip club, my arms crossed, my blue eyes meeting with those of my boyfriend as he sauntered out onstage. I gripped my arm tightly, sure enough to leave half-moon shapes to match those on my hips from Davey's small hands. Not even ten minutes ago, our hands and lips were connected before he pulled away, telling me t
Tears On Christmas by glittering-butterfly, literature
Literature
Tears On Christmas
I can't help the tears that fall down my face as they lower your body into the ground. I can hear the sobs from those around me, and the priest's last words, but they're nothing more than a background noise. A arm snakes around my waist, another around my neck, both pulling me into the welcoming warmth of a tight embrace. The smell of cigarettes, roses, and an indescribable smell fill my nose as I bury my face into the folds of a jacket and let my own sobs escape my throat. Another pair of arms wrap themselves around me from behind and I know it's my brother. His tears fall on the back of my neck, those tears making me cry all the harder.
It
Beat, raped, I've been deceived
I've been hurt by the one person who mattered
Belts, whips, bottles, and glass
You ask, he used it, he didn't care if I lived or died
And at first I liked it, I enjoyed it, I thought he loved me
But I was wrong, oh so horribly wrong
I was just a toy, his favorite doll
He yelled, he cursed, he screamed
And all of it was for nothing
He thought it was fun to see me cry
To hear me scream, to watch me bleed
And then, he was gone, he never hurt me again
Of course he was dead, and I know because I killed him
I made him feel everything I felt, think everything I thought
I made him cry, whimper, scream, be
It's not often that a bride walks down the aisle, her eyes downcast behind her veil, with tears following down her face. But most women don't marry men they don't love, and they don't know that their future husband is hiding behind that bright smile a secret that would shock the world. I have to be the woman that just wants to leave her past behind her, that would say those two words that would seal her in a loveless, faithless marriage just to save a man from shame and hatred. I have to be the woman with compassion, with a heart that can't say 'no'.
I raise my eyes to the face of the man I'm about to give my whole life to, and I can't help
This Sin
I don't know what it is that I wanted from you.
Is it friendship, or something more?
Is it trust, or pain, that I'm asking for?
Is it life, or death, that I'm begging you to give?
[Chorus]Is it me?
Is it you?
Is it a badly concealed lie,
Or is it just honestly true?[/Chorus]
It's taking me over, this fasination.
It's clouding my mind, this infatuation.
It's making me blue, this asphixation.
It's making me bleed, this gaping hole in my chest.
[Repeat Chorus]
Stop turning those bright eyes towards me.
Stop making me feel like it's all my fault.
Stop tearing me up, with that sultry voice.
Stop sinking your teeth ...
i
It's not often that a bride walks down the aisle, her eyes downcast behind her veil, with tears following down her face. But most women don't marry men they don't love, and they don't know that their future husband is hiding behind that bright smile a secret that would shock the world. I have to be the woman that just wants to leave her past behind her, that would say those two words that would seal her in a loveless, faithless marriage just to save a man from shame and hatred. I have to be the woman with compassion, with a heart that can't say 'no'.
I raise my eyes to the face of the man I'm about to give my whole life to, and I can't help
Beat, raped, I've been deceived
I've been hurt by the one person who mattered
Belts, whips, bottles, and glass
You ask, he used it, he didn't care if I lived or died
And at first I liked it, I enjoyed it, I thought he loved me
But I was wrong, oh so horribly wrong
I was just a toy, his favorite doll
He yelled, he cursed, he screamed
And all of it was for nothing
He thought it was fun to see me cry
To hear me scream, to watch me bleed
And then, he was gone, he never hurt me again
Of course he was dead, and I know because I killed him
I made him feel everything I felt, think everything I thought
I made him cry, whimper, scream, be
Tears On Christmas by glittering-butterfly, literature
Literature
Tears On Christmas
I can't help the tears that fall down my face as they lower your body into the ground. I can hear the sobs from those around me, and the priest's last words, but they're nothing more than a background noise. A arm snakes around my waist, another around my neck, both pulling me into the welcoming warmth of a tight embrace. The smell of cigarettes, roses, and an indescribable smell fill my nose as I bury my face into the folds of a jacket and let my own sobs escape my throat. Another pair of arms wrap themselves around me from behind and I know it's my brother. His tears fall on the back of my neck, those tears making me cry all the harder.
It
Next Contestant by glittering-butterfly, literature
Literature
Next Contestant
Next Contestant
I judge by what he's wearing,
Just how many heads I'm tearing,
Off of assholes coming onto him.
Each night seems like it's getting worse.
And I wish he'd take the night off,
So I don't have to fight off,
Every asshole coming onto him.
It happens every night he works.
I stood near the doorway of the bar and strip club, my arms crossed, my blue eyes meeting with those of my boyfriend as he sauntered out onstage. I gripped my arm tightly, sure enough to leave half-moon shapes to match those on my hips from Davey's small hands. Not even ten minutes ago, our hands and lips were connected before he pulled away, telling me t
Never, in all my life, have I felt like this. Not even on the stage, singing out words straight from my heart, have I felt so alive. I feel as if nothing can touch me here, break me down. I'm falling, even though I'm not even standing, and if I reach out my hands I can touch a true morning star.
I wonder, do the gods feel this, this incredible power, as they look down at the world? Do they feel as if, maybe, the world isn't strong enough to hold such beauty? Is that why it is in a place few care to venture? Is that why this beautiful, bright snow only rests on the tops of the mountains? Is that why the clouds rest far below here, and why the
Personal Jesus - Chapter One by glittering-butterfly, literature
Literature
Personal Jesus - Chapter One
"Hey, babe, what's up?"
My boyfriend of two years, Brian, jumps about a foot in the air and shoves something in his guitar case, slamming it shut and spins around to face me. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all, Cyn."
Now, contrary to popular belief, Synyster Gates cannot lie. At least, not to me. I narrow my eyes at him, crossing my tattooed arms over my chest. "Brian Haner Jr. get to explaining. You know I can't stand a liar."
The look of shock on his face floor me. "How can you call me a liar like that? All I was doing was going over some lyrics that Jimmy wrote yesterday. That," his voice sounds so cold, and his stance shows his anger, "wasn'
Mirror of the sky
Pushed around by wind
Treasures always taken
From the beauty held within
Do you ever hate them
For taking your crystal purity
Mirror of the sky
Catching the tears that fall
You calm my flaming heart
Calling me to your own
Could you even love us
After all they have done to you
Mirror of the sky
Basking in the sun
Whispering in your sleep
Shimmering wave sighing
Will you ever trust us again
Knowing the pain they will cause
Mirror of the sky
Reflecting silver waves of night
Sister of the shining moon
Singing summer memories in peace
Gentle surf surrounding me
Will you always lull us into dreams
Mirror of
It's not often that a bride walks down the aisle, her eyes downcast behind her veil, with tears following down her face. But most women don't marry men they don't love, and they don't know that their future husband is hiding behind that bright smile a secret that would shock the world. I have to be the woman that just wants to leave her past behind her, that would say those two words that would seal her in a loveless, faithless marriage just to save a man from shame and hatred. I have to be the woman with compassion, with a heart that can't say 'no'.
I raise my eyes to the face of the man I'm about to give my whole life to, and I can't help
Current Residence: Middle of nowhere, Mississippi Favourite genre of music: Um ... rock Favourite cartoon character: Tweety Bird, Scooby Doo Personal Quote: Live each day as if it is to be your last.
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Da Vinci
Favourite Movies
Rocky Horror Picture Show, Rose Red, The Longest Yard, American Beauty [To name a few.]
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