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random thought poem....

05:43 Jun 01 2006
Times Read: 565


Words of sin



Poison words that sicken the heart,

spoken from the mouths of demons,

words not heard by saints ears,

not noticed by Gods and Angles,

But humans hearts still hear them

hate and anger not all together drowned out

the words are still there

spoken by a forked tounge,

in to the ears of sinners

from the dark shadows

and lonely corners.


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my cutter poem's

05:35 Jun 01 2006
Times Read: 567


Self inflicted torture



When no one will listen,

Blades slide across my skin,

It takes away the numbness,

So that it doesn’t win.



It keeps me from going crazy,

Holds my head on straight.

I don’t want it to kill me,

This can’t be my fate.



The only way to let out

The pain cramped inside

Is to cut again,

Create a crimson tide.



The blood coves everything

The slashes keep me whole

This self inflicted pain

Is torturing my soul





Crimson Pain



My pain turns to crimson

Blood pours form my veins

But it doesn’t hurt

It just keeps me sane



The scars just worse

Than the cuts that I make

But they kill the numbness

And stop the heartache



It’s the only way I know

It I’m alive or not

It’s my special outlet

The only life line that I’ve got.


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in the end...

05:34 Jun 01 2006
Times Read: 567


The end of our safety net



We arrived strangers.

To shy for eye contact,

Afraid to talk,

And yet

The last night,

No one slept,

For fear that morning would come too soon

And that the safe,

False society we’d created

Would collapse,

As we headed home the next day.

No one would acknowledge it

But we were all dreading leaving.



When the sky began to change

From black to pink,

And red

There was no more hiding

the sadness in our voices,

No more denying

The inconsolable throbbing,

The longing to stay.

Even our smiles

Couldn’t hide,

Couldn’t hold back

The streams of tears

As our temporary community

Crumbled around us,

And each car

Drove off it’s separate way.



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my confused emo stage

05:32 Jun 01 2006
Times Read: 567


Summer Ice



Mid summers night

Cold, crisp air

Makes everything seem right,

But it’s not.



You know in you heart

Something’s going wrong

You don’t know where to start

But you have to tell him



It’s something bad

But you don’t know what

He’s the best you’ve ever had

And yet it’s not real



When you say it,

When you figure out what “it” is,

You’ll feel like crap

But it’s for the better, right?



Wrong, it’s going to hurt,

He’ll feel bad,

And you’ll feel like dirt,

But there is nothing to help.



Your gonna cry

Hat what you’ve done

And he’ll ask why

But you just can’t explain



You’ll wanna change your mind

And say you want him back

As if you are blind

to how you feel now



It has to be done

No else will

You’ll be the one

It’s the only way



If you don’t do it now

You’ll never do it,

But you don’t know how

It’s so hard



You feel so lost,

So confused

This love, such a high cost,

Will be the death of you


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