Sweet RevengeYou were gone When I opened my eyes Your warmth still radiating From where you sleptSweet Revenge
By my side I bite my lip Push back my tears Choke back insecurities
Your touch lingers Tingling On my still innocent skin A trail of goosebumps
Tell the tale Of the love you left behind Growing deep inside Taking hold of my mind
I knew you'd be gone Last night was just a drunken mistake Even drunk as you were You protected me
Showed me Taught me Kissed me Loved me
But it was a
When you come backWhen you come back I'll be gone Don't be surprised Don't worry for meWhen you come back
Worry won't help a thing I'm hurting And you don't understand You could've helped
You're hurting And I don't understand I could've helped But I won't worry
Put down the razor You're stronger than that Let loose and cry I'm strong enough
I want to stay But for now, I can't help you So I'll wave goodbye
One day, I'll return A changed woman Deserving of your heart
And I'll wipe away All t
Unspoken Hearts"I love you..." She whispered Just after he hung up He knew But she couldn't tell himUnspoken Hearts
Not to his face Not on the phone Nor in text It killed her inside
That three words Three sweet words Could cut him so deep Like a razor on his flesh
She hangs up Throwing her phone on her bed Frustration and Self-loathing bubbling up
The blue cell phone rang Demanding her attention It wasn't the One she wanted But the heat was radiating
All throughout her body She picks up the phone To hear his
Porcelain DollPorcelain doll with tangled hair, People pass or stop and stare, Her cotton clothes are ripped and torn, Her parents regret the day she was born, Her plastic heart has melted down, Her stunning smile, a perfect frown, Her shining future, a blackened road, Her flowing words, a fucked up code.Porcelain Doll
Once glowing eyes, now dark and dead, And voices scream inside her head, A falling rain of acid tears, Mirrors reflecting all her fears, A fire raging through her veins, Drugs to reduce all her pains, Her porcelain skin, now scarred and bruised, Her staggering
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisYes, I Have a Penis
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you), that I am making a statement about your inabilities to open the door for yourself. If you hold it for me, I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal), that I am underestimating your earning capacity as a woman. If you invite me out for a meal, you're paying.
Do not assume (if I defend your rights), that I am belittling the attempts that you have made to defend your rights yourself. If you defend my rights, I'll consider you human.
| Just a general artist trying to confirm that I'm not a complete waste of time and space. |
Inspiration
Miserable
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Just think, sometime, somewhere, you deserved that.
Somewhere, some time, we have all said or done something that has offended someone, somewhere.
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WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE?!!!
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Just think, sometime, somewhere, you deserved that.
Somewhere, some time, we have all said or done something that has offended someone, somewhere.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Just think, sometime, somewhere, you deserved that.
Somewhere, some time, we have all said or done something that has offended someone, somewhere.
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Zack: [voice] Embrace your dreams.
[brief pause] If you want to be a hero, you need to have dreams.
Cloud: Thank you... I won't forget.
[stands up; bows his head in sadness; once he recovers] Good night [turns to leave, stops; almost whispered] Zack.
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Just think, sometime, somewhere, you deserved that.
Somewhere, some time, we have all said or done something that has offended someone, somewhere.
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Zack: [voice] Embrace your dreams.
[brief pause] If you want to be a hero, you need to have dreams.
Cloud: Thank you... I won't forget.
[stands up; bows his head in sadness; once he recovers] Good night [turns to leave, stops; almost whispered] Zack.
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"Where're you going?" Harry demanded. "Yeah, I'm really going to tell you, because It's your business, Potter," sneered Malfoy. "you'd better hurry up, they'll be waiting for 'the Chosen Captin' -- 'the Boy Who Scored'--whatever they call you these days"
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