Keri's Corrosive Words
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Corroded Keri Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 92 | In this bed, Am I dead? Only on the inside, Cause of the rules I must now abide. Life outside this house, Is but a memory, To them, I'm as unimportant as a louse. I'll never leave this place. And if that may be the case, I don't see why I'm still here. In this bed. Am I dead? Almost. |
Corroded Keri Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 92 | Angels Don't Exist Crying angels around my bed, What's wrong? Is someone dead? Tears of blood stain their eyes, One looks up, towards the skies. Someone is gone. Tell me who! I wake in my bed Panting, scared, Wanting you. It was just a dream, Maybe no one is gone. Each night these dreams persist, But it's okay... I know angels don't exist. |
Corroded Keri Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 92 | Broken Clowns Hair in my face Dressed proudly in my liner and bad taste I dress how I dress Don't care how much of a mess I am or I make But really, for fuck sake It's not your place With your preppy blushed face, To look me up and down. To Compare me to a broken clown. But you know what. Go ahead. whisper like I cant hear Cause one day you'll be different too. You'll see, my dear. But for now, talk about my stripes all you want Laugh, giggle, babble about my haunting flaunt, All it does is make me smile. |
Corroded Keri Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 92 | But who's to Say? Pain.Suffering. Agony. I just want people to hear it, to feel it. To be able to tell my story by just looking in my eyes, Oh so deeply into my eyes, Where my hatered resides. But the life of a poet, Does not call for such anger, But joyus hymns and songs to entertain. "The life of a modern day poet, Is not so easy to lead," I one day so solenmly decreed. But in turn is a life of expression, Of emotion, which do include hate, anger and vanquish. Who's to say, That the glue holding my paper soul, wont someday unreavel. But whos to say. |
Corroded Keri Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 92 | I Love(d) You I-I never thought it would be this way, Didn't think you would ever say,-Never All the time we spened together-Loved All the smiles and laughes I had with-You. I still love you. |
Corroded Keri Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 92 | I Tried Losing feeling in my chest, I tried to do my best. But i wasnt good enough, I thought it wouldn't be so tough, To keep you happy for long. So I'm wrtting you this song And maybe you'll take me back. But I fear that love for me, is what you lack. |
Corroded Keri Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 92 | No Chance of Return You could of written letters I dont think you realise The amount of loss and hurt Marked clearly in my eyes. Why didnt you give a fuck? Why didnt you care? All I wanted was to have you there. I guess I'm just shit out of luck. My younger years. You did drugs and swore at her Making sure everyone hears. Me, age four as of nineteen nintyseven Mom fears brother's just another "Whats the problem with Evan?" The lies you told and the times you never came You've even left me on a corner. Soaking in the pain. Now you're gone. And there's no chance of you comming back. |
Corroded Keri Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 92 | Pain for Sale you sold your pain, on the corner, in the rain. i bought it for a buck, so you could feel better, im such a stupid fuck. all so you wouldnt get any wetter. from the rain and your tears, at least you'll be happy for a few more years. until i drive you insaine, and then, will return the pain. |
Corroded Keri Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 92 | Porcelain Doors Porcelain doors I've never opened before Just glimpsed when others go through What to do? Do I push open these gates clear? Or do I simply listen and hear To whats happening on the other side Pushing against the door on the right, And even when pushing with all my might, So hard to unseal, Maybe the left, would be an easier way, When I finaly arrive, On the other side of the door, My arms reach up and strive, Too shield my eyes, What I've seen is too much I want to see nothing more. |
Corroded Keri Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 92 | Pretending I can close my eyes and pretend, That you were there, With an ear to lend. "He's not there Keri... he never was." I don't wanna belive you! I was the cause. I'm why he left, Mommy don't tell me I'm wrong. My feelings of regret - so strong. I lied, and there's nothing I can do about it, Cause now in a box does daddy dearest sit., Under the ground and away from the light. Mommy don't tell me I'm wrong... you know I'm right. |
Corroded Keri Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 92 | Scars of Life Scars of life, From the blade of my knife, Inside my skin, sinking in, Blood, pulsing Consciousness, fading, The room, spinning, Scars of life, Bloodstained clothes, all over the place, My scars, stinging like mace, Won’t hurt for long, I won’t be here for long, Blood on the walls, As my body falls, From the blade of my knife, Taking my life, Inside my skin, sinking in, Blood, pulsing Consciousness, fading, Scars of Death. |
Corroded Keri Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 92 | **Note: Any Poems after this post wont be in the same order, they shall be in order of whenever I write them** |
Corroded Keri Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 92 | Instructions Slit your wrists and cry my name, It's my life you want to claim, With your blood and with your tears, I'll be stuck with you for years. Todays was not your day, But put it on me as you may. I am yours and yours to hold. But if I may be so bold, I can't take this anymore. Your guilt trips, Your blood drips. It all ends. Now. **PS; I know it's a crappy title, but it would make sense if the poem means the same to you that it does for me...besides the obvious meaning.** |
Corroded Keri Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 92 | Chocking Raining, Crying, Darkness, Blood. Start your crimson flood. Swallow the pain. Choke and die. |
Corroded Keri Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 92 | Losing Ourselves Like Heather, Joshua and Micheal Do we know if this is even real? Losing ourselves Harsh reality? Jack, Piggy, Ralph Confusing fiction with reality We all tend to lose The truth is Bad things happen And no one has fun on the island. |
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