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 May 2015
Livingdeadgirl
where is the innocence of old
that beauty which lies in the deeper waters
what happened to the young maidens and hero's
whom we all seem to want and/or admire

they've gone, they've gone
to a world beyond our greed and terror
they've gone, they've gone
leaving behind our horror

where is the knight to save the day
the one that most girls dream of late at night
what happened to the hero's we need
the one's whom we need everyday

they've gone, they've gone
to a world beyond our greed and terror
they've gone, they've gone
leaving behind our horror

though young at heart and age i'm a seasoned fighter
with my love and partner by my side
we've gone through much while seperate
and there's much to go, side by side

we will go, we will go
taking with us our love
we've gone, we've gone
to our world we created with light

the warriors we left after combat
they've gone, they've gone
and i say good bye because
we've gone, we've gone

*and our life is just beginning
dedicated to someone special in my life... my special knight. <3
 May 2015
Livingdeadgirl
why is it
when i see you
all i can do
is stand and stare
i want to run
to be wild and free
wont you help me be free
if not, then why
will it hurt you
if yes, then dont help
i dont want nice people to be hurt
cuz nice people shouldnt have the pain
leave it to me then
ill take the pain
but ill still run
and be free
oneday
maybe not today
maybe not tomorrow
but someday
oneday
thats when ill make sure all the nice people are free
to be who they want to be
but for now
we all fall
and its so enticing
that little blade we see
sorry
that i see
to stroke the beautiful
glinting metal
oh so beautiful
i wonder
how it would feel
to let my life drain
not all of it
just a little
but that would take some serious numbness
which takes more courage
LIFE OR DEATH????
but of course i wont do anything
as im told
over and over again
there is always someone with worse going on in their life
so be happy for what you do have

well hell
i already know that
so why remind me
oh yea i know why
cuz my lifes not worth ****
oh well ill get over it
just stop telling me about others lives that are worse
I ALREADY KNOW THAT
why do you think i dont
sighs
*oh well, bye for now, i guess
this goes to a few people who say they are my truest friends, and this even goes towards quite a few of my family.... thanks for reminding me that even though i'm going through some serious ****, my life isn't worth anything... again i say, thanks a lot....
 May 2015
Chelsea Patton
The feeling of the blade running across your skin.
The blood dripping down your legs, and arms.
The numb feeling going all over your body.
Is that what you wanted in the first place.
Not to feel your pain.
Also not having those horrible thoughts in your mind.
After awhile those thoughts will come back with bigger urges...
hope u like It
 May 2015
Livingdeadgirl
once twice thrice
i rock back and forth
and hit my head on the wall
i cry then laugh
at all who see
i'm insane
nice to meet you
to bad for you
cuz you met me
im gonna die
and then you'll see
im no longer nice
so how did i become me
you hurt me
you hit me
yet im not broken
im just cracking
little by little
turning into alot by alot
im cracking up
hehehehe
guess what
nevermind about what you think life is
cuz thats not life
im dead
did you know that
i'm a figment of your imagination
didn't know you were so distrubed huh
hehehe
you made me in your mind
cuz you have no one else to blame
so i guess you blame me
you give me all the pain
all the torture
all the crazy
i'm insane
nice to meet you
i think
meaning you think
cuz i'm in your imagination
hehehe
you'll never know someone as ****** up as me
because i'm your ****** up imaginery person
hehehe
welcome to my home
your head
but since im the worst of you
i have my own head
i hide there
so noone can come get me to remove me
hehehe
but you know what
nothing will save you from me
and since im the worst of you
there is no best of or from me
hehehe
you ****** up royally this time
hehehehehehehe............
 May 2015
Livingdeadgirl
I have one person
he is my only
forever and always
I never want to let him go
he is my love
my heart
my life
my breath
my thoughts
my soul
I never want to be without him
he is mine
and I am his
forever and always
may we never part in hurt
or hatred
but be together in love
and joyousness
he makes me happy
and I make him laugh
I love him for him
just as he loves me for me
and I can't wait to be with him
to be completely his
because he lives in my heart
he is my heart
he has me
and I will always do my best
to show my love for him everyday
for having him I'm overly grateful
overly thankful
and I'll never hurt him
I love him
he is my heart
my soul
my love

*Tengo una persona
él es mi único
Por siempre y para siempre
No quiero volver a dejarlo ir
el es mi amor
mi corazón
mi vida
mi respiración
mis pensamientos
mi alma
No quiero volver a estar sin él
él es mío
y yo soy su
Por siempre y para siempre
puede que nunca hemos participado en dolor
o el odio
pero estar juntos en el amor
y alegría
el me hace feliz
y hago reír
Lo amo por él
tal como él me ama para mí
y no puedo esperar para estar con él
para ser completamente su
porque vive en mi corazón
él es mi corazón
él me tiene
y yo siempre haré lo mejor
para demostrar mi amor por él todos los días
por haberle estoy demasiado agradecido
excesivamente agradecido
y nunca lo haré daño
Me encanta
él es mi corazón
mi alma
mi amor
 Apr 2015
Livingdeadgirl
there are times in life when you just need to talk just wanna scream just gonna **** but that pain anger fury is reigned in whether you want to do it or not I find it funny how people will try to say that those who show their emotions through poetry are weak but they don't see it those who show their pain in writing they are not weak they are strong because they show it in the most true form the form that lasts forever the written word because the written word others will see and interpret in their own way there are many ways to see things whether those things are hidden in plain sight or being shown to the world intentionally another thing intentionally shown my words my emotions though if you look and look again you may find something that was hidden the first time around idk how to explain it but some are hidden to those who do not seek my pain my life my suffering and here i go about me when it is to be admitted we all hide something of ourselves but who but me would want to admit it who knows maybe one day noone will hide who they are heaven and hell knows i hide almost every day of my life i have demons in my soul

DEMONS

how ****** up is this chick
why the hell are we here
we're supposed to always be with her apparently
why should we, she's already ****** up enough on her own
i know that and you know that
she probably does too
'i walk in on them'
(yes, i know i am, i here you all the time you know)
'they stop and stare at me'
so....
ummmm....
'i sigh'
(you guys can go...)
'they look at each other'
oh...
uhh...
'i turn and find a dark corner to myself and they dont follow'
'they walk away and i bring my knee's to my chest'
'i bend my head down and cry silently'
(i'm alone now... though when haven't i been)


idk what to do anymore there's pain inside me
though there are other's in my life that i don't want to leave
because when i go from all i'm not coming back
there's always been pain inside me
for a while there was voices
but they deserted me
i guess i'm to crazy even for the voices
i wonder if they're like me
never coming back
'cuase they already left
what is left
pain
suffering
hurt
loss
always loss
oh well
i say farewell
*BOWS
 Apr 2015
Marquis Hardy
In My Sole
It was just a normal day that we happened to be together. Your hand in mine-us side by side, and then you broke away. You broke away to stare at something from far away so it wouldn't be self conscious of you peering into its soul. You stood there looking so intently at something I couldn't see. I couldn't see what you perceived for I couldn't believe that there was something you saw that I couldn't conceive. So I stopped...I smiled and I took a picture. I took this picture of you staring in the distance with this half acquired smile... a moment in time that I would be sure to keep with me forever. The moment penetrated my soul ever so deeply that I decided to keep the picture somewhere it could affect even the ground I walk on. I keep the picture in my sole... In the sole of my shoe so no matter where I go I'm walking with you.




Faded Photograph of a Photographer
In an old...
wallet
box
attic
was an old faded photograph of a photographer.
Meant to be...
left alone
put to rest
forgotten
it was since then brought back by nostalgia and the impossible life that was now to be lived without you.
You liked to be...
behind
smiling through
holding the camera
as you were the photographer but not this time, as you were the photographed...
In front of
smiling at
holding a pose
while I became the photographer, photographing you, the freshly captured photographer in the faded photograph.
In an old...
dream
heart
memory
you never faded but remained the still whole of a perfect silhouette.
The perfect photographer preserved in the perfectly faded photograph for...
love
life
forever.




The Imprint
I just stood there watching from feet away floating in a time that was once my own, and watching a moment form before me that I burned into my memory. I watched a much younger version of myself sitting with you in all of your perfect imperfections. I wanted to talk to you again, to hear your voice be directed toward me for one last time, but I knew that was something that I could not do for I had already had my moment. If I intervened everything could change, and I would be stealing away precious time from a younger me that would never be ready for anything shorter than forever with you. Instead, I kept my safe distance and watched as the two of you got up from our bench that we spent hours on talking or just sitting in silence. The look on his face-the look on my face was a priceless glance as the two of you walked with interlocked hands in a silence as perfect as a symphony. You then seemed to notice something out of the corner of your eye as you began to glance toward my direction. I drew back at first before remembering that I was not something that could be seen by you, but merely a ghost in time. You broke away from his hand and you continued toward where I floated, and you just stared right at me as if you could see me-as if you could feel me. With your half acquired smile I finally felt like I was home again, and I watched the younger version of me capture a perfect picture of you. With that I was once again in our old attic, holding that old photo, that was taken that old day, imprinting a forever timeless love. A love that would live on in my soul for...
love
life
forever.
My friends, I would like to present to you, 'The Imprint Collection'. This is a work that has been in progress since 2013. The first piece, 'In My Sole' was written with no ideas of ever having anything else follow it. The following piece, 'Faded Photograph of a Photographer' came along in 2015 and was meant to be somewhat of a sequel to 'In My Sole'. 'The Imprint' is the last bit to make it all go in a full circle and was finished at the beginning of April 2015. 'In My Sole' was inspired by a girl that has also inspired a majority of my work that has trended on my page and to her I extend a thank you and the dedication of this collection. I hope you take the time to enjoy this work as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Thank you,


Marquis A. Hardy
 Apr 2015
Livingdeadgirl
The heart of the Nobody
I'm going to **** her
she's pushing me past that point
she's gonna die
I tighten the muscles in my arms
******
Ha!
it'll be welcoming
when I put the knife to her
she will know th epain she inflicts
she's gonna die
by my hand
She is evil
she is the wicked stepmother
but one problem
the brothers Grimm
they didn't show all
of her evilness
or her ugliness of deep in her
******
Maybe then I won't be
deppressed anymore
I want to drop the mask
I'm always wearing it
I want to die
can i?
I've tried before....
I've tried over 400 times
nothing ever worked....
I just feel pain now
I hate pain
but I've been through alot of it
so I write
and write
and write
until there's nothing left
nothing
that's what I am
nothing
I have only one person
and he is far from my reach
sometimes I wonder what it'd be like
to not have my past
to not have my curses
the curses I must bear
but then I wouldn't have met him
he knows who he is
but it's his choice
if he wants to be associated with me
the deeply troubled, possibly to likely psychotic teen
but I say this
we are knights
our armor is battered
we are bruised
I'm no damsel
and you're not a shiny knight
and I love you for that
because if we were
then we'd be flimsy
we'd be false
you know who you are
and I'll shout it
through a megaphone
on the tallest building
I LOVE YOU!!!

El corazón de la Nadie
Voy a matarla
ella me está empujando a ese punto
ella va a morir
Aprieto los músculos de los brazos
asesinato
¡Ja!
que va a ser bienvenida
cuando puse el cuchillo en la
ella sabrá ª Epain ella inflige
ella va a morir
por mi mano
Ella es el mal
ella es la malvada madrastra
pero un problema
los hermanos Grimm
no mostraron todo
de su maldad
o su fealdad del fondo de su
asesinato
Tal vez entonces no voy a ser
deppressed más
Quiero dejar caer la máscara
Yo siempre estoy usando
Quiero morir
puedo?
He intentado antes ....
He intentado más de 400 veces
nada nunca trabajó ....
Siento dolor ahora
Odio el dolor
pero yo he pasado por un montón de ella
así escribo
y escribe
y escribe
hasta que no queda nada
nada
Esto es lo que soy
nada
Tengo una sola persona
y él está lejos de mi alcance
A veces me pregunto qué sería como
para no tener mi pasado
para no tener mis maldiciones
las maldiciones debo soportar
pero entonces yo no lo he encontrado
él sabe quién es
pero es su elección
si quiere asociarse conmigo
la profundamente preocupado, posiblemente a propensos adolescente psicótico
pero lo digo
somos caballeros
nuestra armadura es maltratadas
estamos magullados
No soy doncella
y no eres un caballero brillante
y Te quiero para eso
porque si estábamos
entonces estaríamos endeble
estaríamos falsa
Tu sabes quien eres
y voy a gritar que
a través de un megáfono
en el edificio más alto
TE AMO !!!
 Mar 2015
Livingdeadgirl
the day when you feel so lost
so unwanted
so undeserving
so....wrong
that day began
or more over
has begun
for many
atleast once
i never understood
why i'm here
why i'm there
why i live
what can i do
but breathe
and stay
because
to call this living
that would be the greatest lie
i don't want to be here
at this point
but i am
i can never seem to change that
i see things everyday
things that shouldn't be seen
shouldn't be done
shouldn't be known
yet i see them
and i go through them
i try to help
but i fear i am lost
for i can't make a difference
i am put down
beaten
i am bruised
i can't stay
in this place
and they lie
cause it's called
LIFE
yet i could think to call it different
"time"
"place"
"evil"
"pain"
"sorrow"
"remorse"
and so much negativity
for this i'm seen as a pessimist
then tell me
tell me of what i should be optimistic about
look in my life
and you'll find you crossed a border
you walked straight into hell
you probably thought it wasn't real
that it was made up
well here it is
it's my home
my unfotunate home, it's true
because i not only have it
it has me
and i'm slowly burning
but i can't/don't/won't show the pain
the bs i go through
i try to save others from it
to ultimately save them from me
i try to hide
to stay away
to try to keep good in this place
but i'm not the only guest at this masquerade
i'm just one of the plainer masked
my mask is black and gray
yet it's not half and half
it is subtly mixed
you can't tell how mixed
until you are close enough to kiss that mask
the mask which i use to hide my pain
to hide my sorrow
to hide..... everything
i see the other guests
some more ellaborate than others
with their bright hues, feathers, jewels...
anything to sparkle and shine
but i'm comfortable to hide
to go into a corner
deep, dark, and far away
my mask is flimsy
so i don't push the limits
if i am ever put into the spot light
my mask will surly slip
it'll break
and i will have to leave the masquerade
so before that happens
if it ever does
i will be the first to say
welcome to the
Masquerade
 Mar 2015
Livingdeadgirl
what can i feel
but the beating of my own heart
the acheing of my own flesh
the damnation of my own soul and mind
that i go through this pain
this torture
and i can only call it this
life
the memories and tortures i share
the moment i bleed
for the blood drains away
through the deep wounds
the ones i have
my heart is heavy
there's a hand there
squeezing harder and harder
i feel it but am powerless to stop it
tighter, tighter
but the beat doesn't slow
it's torture
agony
the pain i face
i need to lash out
need to cry
want to feel safe
but nowhere is safe
not anymore
i need to run
i can't stay
i don't want to
but i'm forced to
i have to
have to stay in this place
where i'm ******
where i'm condemned
why can't i die
as i write i see this
i'm shaking now
not afraid
but *******
i am helpless
i keep losing the battle
i have two wars
one outside
and one inside
both tearing me apart
limb by limb
part by part
piece by piece
'tll there's nothing left
i feel sick
lost
i contemplate my demise
would anyone miss me
i don't know
maybe
those who don't fully know mw
just one thing stoping me
i hate pain
if only i could ask someone
to come **** me quickly
if they'd do it
i'd be ok
knowing
i didn't wouldn't
deal with this
****** up
world anymore
please!!!
anyone???
i'm begging anyone too
to please help
and put me out of my misery
i want out...
no, wait... not want...
no...NEED out...
i'm so cold
i'm alone
completely
utterly
alone...
and i don't know what to do
i want/need to cry,
to let the pain out,
but they won't come
i need to scream
but i can't
i'm not allowed to
i'm just supposed to listen
to be the perfect little slave
to be bossed about
and to do everything perfectly
i'm tired now
hopefully i can fall asleep
and never wake up
so i say good bye
and maybe we'll meet again
someday
 Mar 2015
Livingdeadgirl
what's my place in life
i dont know
why am I here
i dont know
can you help me
no
why not
because I'm to weak to
oh
yea
ok
i wish i could help you
I know
do you want to go
yea, i always do
ok
yea
come on, follow me
where
we are gonna leave
ok
take my hand
ok
this way
whats next
what do you want to be next
i dont know
well, let's just keep going
ok
you know what
what
you seem as lost as me
thats probably because I am
do you know who you are
no, do you
no
well, what do you want to do
whatever you want to
ok....can i hug you
ok
we hug
you're an awesome person
so are you
how come we cant get anyone else to see us
because they are blind to us
do you know why
no, but i have some ideas
like what
they dont understand us
oh
yea
well, can we change that
i've been trying for a long time
oh
yea, i dont think it'll happen anytime soon
ok, well, I'm glad that i have you
and im glad that i have you
we hug again
will they ever change their ways, the others, i mean
i dont know, but we should go
ok
follow me
**we walk away
 Mar 2015
Livingdeadgirl
I'm young, just wanting to express myself freely. I write to let my feelings go, I read to feel the feelings of others. I love to sing, listen to music, and writing anytime I can. In real life I'm not always social. Online, my soul is set free. I want to know what people think, truthfully, of my writings. I'm an awkward 17 yr old girl, that can play rough like the boys. I'm me.... though not sure who that is yet....
if you want to know me, or if you're not sure, ask.
 Mar 2015
Livingdeadgirl
I am....
trapped...
inside my mind
I dont know what it is
there is beauty in front of me
I see it
I reach my hand out....
but stop.....
I look at my scarred and marred hand
I think of all i have done
the fighting
the torment that I put myself through
I know I do it
but I cant seem to stop it
but I stop myself now
how can I ever hold anything beautiful
because I know what that beauty is....
it's love....
but I'm too scarred
I seem to scare everyone away
because they see the scary part of me.....
I dont mean to show it
it just comes out
though I want to hide that part of me
that beastly part that hurts
I try to keep people close
that I want to protect.....
if they'd let me protect them
I've had to stand strong
and I do....
when I can....
but I break down, I just wait for noone to be around to see....
I hide but then I come back and stand strong once again
even if I just want to break down again...
I dont know what's left
so I ask
what's next?
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