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Mitch Prax Jul 29
I dug up that grave-
I couldn't help myself and
now the ghosts haunt me

7:12 PM
teaxstains Jul 13

It’s the late 1990′s and you’re a kid

You’re skipping down the path in the garden called memory lane

Holding your mother’s hand

Suddenly you trip and fall

You see the lacerations across your knee that sting for days when you try to shower

For the path in the garden of memory lane has tripped you over by your nimble child legs

Wounding you temporarily


It’s the present day and you’re a grown woman

You’re walking down the rocky road  called adulthood, wringing your own hands together in frustration

Your husband was found dead in a crashed car with another woman

Drunk driving and infidelity do not mix

You don’t see lacerations anywhere

Nor feel the ache of wounds that sting for days when you try to shower

For the rocky road whose name is adulthood has tripped you over by your last legs

Wounding your heart instead

For life
Keebo Jul 9
I’m listening to Siouxsie and the Banshees
The song “Happy House” repeatedly
I’m laughing at the irony
The projections of a prefect family
Blonde hair, smiles and sunshine everywhere
Everybody’s thin and everyone cares
But sadly, that’s not our reality
That’s just something we see on the TV screens

What we have is husband’s beating wives  
Children on the street dying from a high
Angels losing their faith because of ****
And body size is always on the mind
But like Siouxsie says it’s safe & calm if you sing along
“This is a happy house, we’re happy here in the happy house
To forget ourselves and pretend all’s well
There is no hell.”
Music has and always will be an escape from this ****** reality. This poem is based on one of my favourite songs that makes me feel a little more “sane”
Her band was made up of many cool members. Cecil on drums; he wore a cut down decades old Sisters of Mercy t-shirt bought from Jason, old blue jeans and scuffed boots. Jason noticed this and elbowed Craig in the ribs and drunkenly grinned to his mate,

“That’ll do wonders for my business!” On bass was Ronnie. A full-length leather jacket made him look like an undertaker. Underneath he wore nothing but leather hot pants. Boys and girls alike loved this and thought he looked a million dollars. Then there was guitarist Sunny wearing his studded motorbike jacket with the

picture of a speeding snail painted on the back (this was Sandra’s handiwork, she was too busy making love to a random lad she had picked up to notice). Sunny had black leather combat trousers on and massive gothic boots with chrome toecaps that glittered in the

light. Finally there was Snot the keyboard player, he had a plain white t-shirt on and black leather jeans backed up by combat boots.
They stormed through their set that was made up of songs each ten minutes long - they did just two! What a musical journey it was. Fast aggressive heavy music the quickest human beings could play and then slow monotonous rhythms that lulled the audience to sleep, followed up by loud aggressive music to wake them up. Song lyrics of trolls, witches, wizards, mysterious deep lakes, twilight skies and moody moons. After their set they gave out a number of free music discs to spread their awe-inspiring music.
Charlotte Ivy Jun 10
Mirror mirror on the wall I’d give anything to be small.
Feeling like the hippopotamus waiting to be kissed by the prince. Are little girls supposed to hate themselves like this.
I want to lead, be a Princess a Queen? Someday I’ll be what the people demand of me.
Adjust the corset, tighter ... tighter. Stomach acid rises, my crown slips off.
I am slowly decaying, the Princess of rot.
CROW May 15
I had a meaning but now i am lost,
I must be unlucky that this thought my mind crossed,
I thought that i could sustain,
that which i cannot obtain,
And now i fell feel lost,
Lost Lost Double Heart Crossed,
Drowning in a river of dreams,
That sinking deep between the board's cracks and seams,
Lost, empty, pointless, and broken,
Ask me how i am feeling? Fine, enough spoken,
I am doing fine
But some reason i feel lost in every way,
What should have been a burden off my chest,
Is this constant feel of sorrow and unrest,
I brought somone into my life and made them my all,
I thought they would love me forever if i could stand tall,
But wearing stilts will never help those who are hard to love,
when you feel dead inside nothing can help you stand above,
The feelings that you are lost in,
The feelings deep within,
The feelings that grasped the mind heart and soul,
Only end up eating me Whole,
Save Our Ship,
Here's A Tip,
Don't have hopes for the things you cant have now,
Only hope that one day you can .
I fell in love with someone who is older than me and they broke it off till i get older and now i am stuck only thinking about them and crying that i am so young.
Steve Page Mar 8
I'm a post-punk ginger goth
I'm a freckled-faced banshee fan
My pale make-up matches my skin tone
And I don't easily tan

I'm a post-punk ginger goth
And they call me ginger-goth man
I take my sunlight secondhand
I'm part of a bat cave clan

I'm a post-punk ginger goth
A real Mary Shelley fan
The original goth had ginger hair
And I continue as she began
Apparently Mary Shelley had ginger or strawberry blond hair.  Not very goth.
Aki Feb 18
in the grave
going under
my mind starts to blunder
the shouting never rests
my body is shaking
the heart breaking apart
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