She, The Souless Warrior, of Vast Suicidal Thoughts.

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temptation. Shotgun Sinner Age: 28 Gender: Female Posts: 8676	April 11th, 2009 at 05:06am Once again,amazing job,Lolly. (: You know,"Faker's Love" really reminds me of my ex-boyfriend. xD
Helena Rush. Awake and Unafraid Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 10158	April 11th, 2009 at 07:07am Faker's Love is dedicated to my ex-girlfriend. And thank you so damned much
Helena Rush. Awake and Unafraid Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 10158	April 13th, 2009 at 07:28am Full of Shock Horror; Bangs infront of my oceanic blue eyes, Black circling my eyes in thickness; Short ginger hair, colliding with my pale skin, I'm a pretty little horror, draped in black tightness, a punktastic little surprise. I'm a pretty drama Queen with high inteligence, only in how I dress myself - as punk fashion, Bouncing off the walls with uniquity. I'm a pretty little horror, draped in black tightness, a punktastic little surprise, with ghostly pale skin, and mysterious oceanic blue dazzling eyes. I'm full of shock horror, baby.
Helena Rush. Awake and Unafraid Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 10158	April 15th, 2009 at 07:49pm Hobo's; Screaming through the empty room, Desperately trying to break free, Something's coming and you can't run away, Hiding in the empty halls, a little bit drunk and tipsy. Teenagers are from hell, that's what he said; As his world spins around him, while the pain's forming, He's just some hobo, being beaten by kids, Day in and day out, yet he still finds a reason to smile. Kicked and spat on, like a stray, Hiding away by the trash cans, Some poor soul had lost his way, And was now alone in the cold. Thinking back to all those years; The alcohol and the drugs, All those wasted years to try free his pain, He's still where he was to this day. (defitinitely not my best )
append and detach. Shotgun Sinner Age: 27 Gender: Female Posts: 9418	April 16th, 2009 at 06:24am i read your poems. they're great! especailly A Broken Smile. Sad one but you did a great job and Hobo's remind me of my uncle. Family problems. my poems are no match to yours. really. you're amazing, Lora.
Helena Rush. Awake and Unafraid Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 10158	April 16th, 2009 at 09:32pm Oh Maria; Oh Maria, the year's gone by so quickly, Can still remember the day we met, Feels like just yesterday. And, Oh Maria, you keep me from being lonely, You put up with my nonsense and still love me. You can be whatever you feel around me, Cause you keep me from going insane, And when I'm crying, you wipe away my tears, Cause Maria picks me up off the floor. Maria, I don't ever want to find someone else, I don't ever want to say goodbye, Maria completes me, like a long, lost missing key, As she's the key that keeps my heart beating, She stops me from bleeding, and screaming. Oh Maria, Love has no boundaries, No distance can break us, No timezones or silly fights, Cause I'll be here untill you tell me to leave, As I'm stuck to you like glue. And Maria, I promise, I'll be there till the world ends.
Helena Rush. Awake and Unafraid Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 10158	April 16th, 2009 at 09:50pm Cancer; Laying poorly in the crisp white sheets, Tired and weak, barely able to speak, Cancer's in the veins, running through a bloodstream, Still battling, still struggling, and I'm terrified to have to let you go. This Chemotherapy is stripping away the person, Who was so full of life, so full of love, that I knew, Who'd always bounce back and fight, With a pretty smile on their lips, I'm kind've wondering, How'd this come to be, why is this happening? It's draining your life away. And when I close the back of the funeral car, I walk away, feeling bitter and cold, This Cancer hadn't only killed you, But it took a deep part of me from the inside.
Helena Rush. Awake and Unafraid Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 10158	April 17th, 2009 at 05:40pm Is This Life?; Was it all a dream? Floods of emotion? Clamped up in a pretty shell, Are vocal chords missing? Can't speak out, no trust, And the tears, noone sees, Can't noone see? Paralyzed, sat in the staircase, Listening for every single sound, Trying so hard not to breath, Not to make one bit of a sound. Is this life? To know what this feeling can do? Is it perfectly natural, to want to die? All these thoughts whizzing through a mind, And one repeative question; is this life?
Helena Rush. Awake and Unafraid Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 10158	April 19th, 2009 at 11:02am Famous Failure; There's a heavy beating inside my chest; a heart worth bleeding, deciving, there's a dark shadow lingering, darkness from my past is overhead. Like strangers in the streetlight glow, thoughts are deciteful, disgraceful, someone's lying in the gutter, crying. Dark clouds line the skies, there's this burning inside my chest; I can't figure out, if it's anger or heartbreak. Cars speed along, streetlights are dimmed, the rain, it's hailing, the car's headlights shine bright, brighter than one thing, I'd never seen. There's a heavy beating inside my chest; a heart worth bleeding, deciving, there's a dark shadow lingering, temptation is burning, this life is worth taking. This famous failure, crazed desire, is trying to decide, if anything's worth the misery. And when I fall asleep, I feel as if I'm living someone else's life, as if I'm looking through the eyes of another, someone beautiful and true, I wish that life was mine, less troubles, less tears, more love and trust, a real life. I'm so say strong and passionate, but I have a taste for my own blood, for my own self-destruction, for my own terrorisim, and all my tears I spill. There's a heavy beating inside my chest; a heart worth bleeding, deciving, there's a dark shadow lingering, darkness from my past is overhead. I can't run away from my mistakes, the scars are permenant, they won't fade or wash away, the headlights still flash in my mind, at night when I'm in a car, nobody should know, I have to block out my broken memories, and replace them with, a little fantasy world inside my head, as it's the only way I can escape. In all realisation, I'm still a famous failure.
temptation. Shotgun Sinner Age: 28 Gender: Female Posts: 8676	April 19th, 2009 at 05:07pm The new poems are awesome,hun! I just love Famous Failiure. Keep up the good work! (:
Helena Rush. Awake and Unafraid Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 10158	April 19th, 2009 at 09:20pm thank you so much! I'm really proud of "famous failure" <3333
Helena Rush. Awake and Unafraid Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 10158	April 21st, 2009 at 04:32pm Lost In His Eyes; Lost in his eyes, can feel mesmerized, looking towards the stars, tears free flow, whilst gazed in silent thought. These memories of me and you, trying to find what is real, will these dreams exist? Lost in his eyes, is this pain for a reason? Are these shallowed lies trying to cover my scars, my tears? And as I'm looking away, my head's spinning, these tears I'm spilling, my ears are ringing, lost in his eyes, and in silent gazed thought, of me and you.
Helena Rush. Awake and Unafraid Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 10158	April 24th, 2009 at 12:49am Revolving; Screaming out inside, strangling yourself in lies, terrified of the sight inside the mirror, if only there was another way out. And you feel as if you've, got nothing left to lose, nothing left worth living for. The clockwall is ticking, your life is slipping, its burning out, your energy is caving, the lifelessness inside is coming alive, and your eyesight is failing. Your choice is the one that takes effect, the excuse is still in your head, that clockwall is ticking by, your life is slipping, your energy's fading out, the light in your eyes burned out, and when you open your eyes, you're staring up at the inside of a casket, buried so lifelessly alive.
Helena Rush. Awake and Unafraid Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 10158	April 27th, 2009 at 05:54pm No Hero; Walking down one of many, a broken hallway, images flicker through his mind, haunting, taunting his every breath, so many fears playing matches and fire on his nerve-system, making him feel awkward and discomfortable, around the public crowd of his peers. He can't speak out freely, can't laugh a little, and every smile he forces from a frown - it's a broken sign, from a young boy just, crying out for a little help inside. And every single time he cries, his hoodie covers his face, his shame, he's scolded because, "young boys shouldn't cry", sometimes he feels like he's suffocating in, his web of lies to hide this pain. He can't make eye contact, can't strike up a conversation, he turns to face walls and tries to stop a frown, as the world comes crashing down around his walls, while he trembles weakly, stumbling, a fist collides with his pale body, and before he passes out, he realizes one little thing. He's no hero, just a boy lost at shore, trying to turn his frown the, right way around.
Helena Rush. Awake and Unafraid Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 10158	April 29th, 2009 at 06:26pm Elena; These darkened nights fire, Burns brighter than fireworks, Set up on blackened skies, Frostbitten lies silently on the ground, Glistening silverish white, all around, oh yeah, And sat under what could be a Christmas tree, That's when she spoke to me, That's when she spoke to me. Tears fall from my eyes, Like it hails from our skies, As we're walking down that line, That line, so we'll say goodbye, And we'll say goodnight, we'll say goodnight, For the final time, soft and silent, And I know, I know, it wasn't, Your time to go, I didn't know, How you were in my lifetime, Just specialized stories spoken over, The dinnertable on suppertimes, And that's alright, and that's alright. Kneeling down over a gravestone, Running hands along it, Whispering so silently, knowing she can hear me, She can hear, she can hear, she can hear me, These white tears are pouring down, Surrounding me, forfilling me, Linning and leaving dead leaves, Crisp and fresh, giving, Old and young a chance to take, Some winterwonderland strolls, Snowman and snowballs, And whilst the world revolves around, It has to go on, it has to go on, What the people don't know, won't hurt them. What the people don't know, won't hurt them, Won't hurt them, because they don't know, Don't, don't, don't know is that I miss you tonight, As my tears fall down like the snow outside, That's when she spoke to me, That's when she spoke to me.
Helena Rush. Awake and Unafraid Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 10158	May 2nd, 2009 at 11:55pm You Can Have My Fucking Immortality, Cause I Wish It'd Burn To The Ground; Surpressing these tears, Whispering these fears, Caressing bloods of lonelieness, Consistant of your own doom. Ripping through my veins, Struggling by and by, Senseless existance of feelings, Don't want to be immortal, Can't face those repeating images. Watching a candle burn out, Losing it's flame, Wishing your life would go out, In the exact same way. A staircase can be someone's best friend, Sitting alone at the top, Silent tears falling down, still lost, And wasn't ever found. Don't want to be immortal, Can't face repeating those images, Or those faces, Surpressing these tears, Whispering these fears, Caressing bloods of lonelieness. Dark and dismal, Silent and unscarring, Sleep fades, crying remains, Can't take one day inside this skin; Why ever would I want to be an Immortal, When all I want is to die? Whispering these fears, Repeating my tears, Seething open those scars, And the rain's hailing down outside, As blood trickles down my arm, Am I really this uncaring? Don't want to be immortal, Don't want to be alive for one second longer, Wishing my life would go out like a candle, Losing it's flame, one single burn out and it's over, Could happen as fast as a blink of the eye. Surpressing these tears, Whispering these fears, Caressing bloods of lonelieness, Consistant of your own doom, Don't want to be immortal, Don't want to live one second longer, Seething open those scars, As the dismal weather carries me down, To the fucking ground, where I lie, And die - unnoticingly unknown.
mick_st_john Killjoy Age: - Gender: - Posts: 16	May 3rd, 2009 at 09:11pm your poems are very good i really like them all.
Helena Rush. Awake and Unafraid Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 10158	May 6th, 2009 at 08:13am Don't Ever Be Me; Silent frowns fade into the late night, Sleepless and in no fit state to carry on, Continuously knocked down to the ground, Nobody knows, nobody cares, Silent witnesses of this pain. So I'm crying again, lying flat on the floor, Does anyone notice, does anyone care? The flames in my eyes burned out a decade ago, Alongside my hopes and beliefs. Staring blankly up into the night's sky, Wishing someone would put a gun to my head, Pull the trigger for me and put me out of, This never-ending suffering and torment, I'm so tired of seeing everybodies' happy faces, Sick with disgust and solace, loneliness too, I'm so tired of believing that this'll end. Without me putting to an end to it first! Do you see, you know? Can you tell how fucked up inside I am? Dream maker, heartbreaker, tale teller, Give me something new to believe in, Give me back some sense of hope, And feeling of wanted. Don't let me drown anymore, Please pull me back up to the surface, I don't want to hurt like this, Why can't you come and rescue me? It's all I've ever wanted, all I've ever dreamed, All I can keep my hope in and, It crashes down on me. Fake smiles last throughout the day, Turns upside down into frowns as the night fades, I'm so tired of all the screaming, yelling, hitting, Abuse, anger and frustration, depression and denial, I'm so tired of fighting for acceptance, Which I so lack. Would anybody even give a care, To come to my funeral and say, Goodbye? No, I don't think so, No one has time, no one has means of ways, To ever give a care, I'm nothing like they'd hoped for, Nothing they wanted, I'm so insigificant, My cuts and scars and bruises prove that so easily. No one should ever wish to be me, To live life in my shoes, to walk this world alone, From dying unlovingly, to never being known, And for all the tears I'm crying out, All the blood I'm spitting out, I hope you're fucking happy now!
all-your-posion Killjoy Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 25	May 6th, 2009 at 04:15pm your poetry is amazin!!!
Helena Rush. Awake and Unafraid Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 10158	May 8th, 2009 at 10:56pm Vampiress' Death; Orange moons, Illuminating our skies, Sat in the darkness of the room, Still and silent, like a vapour, Awaiting it's prey. Whimpering and praying, That no one sees, This unforseen misery, Asking for death to come. As the sun's setting, Fears are sinking with it, Tears are burning out, Say goodbye to everything. And don't ever back down, Our orange moons that, Illuminate our skies, Holding our lies in disguise, Aswell as our demise.

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