Don't have an account? Create one!

Chaos in eyeliner form

AuthorMessage
leaderoftheunwanted
Killjoy
leaderoftheunwanted
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 59
October 17th, 2008 at 12:17am
*the ideal form of chaos...*

they'll be sitting there with their straight A's and cliches, then one day they'll ask to borrow your eyeliner and their mom will accuse them of going through a phase.
they'll be walking past you and hear the latest alternative to rap, stop to take a listen, then the next thing they'll know they'll be blaring some MCR while drinking' a mocha frap.
when their parents start to yell they think of you, then they realize that they're attitude is very uncool.
their friends will cast them away, because they would rather run through the halls naked then hear their psycho babble one more day.
they'll feel all alone, they'll have nowhere left to roam
then they'll be offered Skittles or some shit, by all the kids in black, in the back of the class they'll sit.
they'll grow to hate their former friends, they will finally realize that their Nazi ways will never end.
they will participate in various rebellions, as the abyss that is their heart slowly mends.
they will finally realize that they belong, with the kids in the shadows that have been there all along.
the counselors and principals won't know what the fuck to do, when they are overrun with an army of children in eyeliner and Converse shoes.
as they walk with you through the halls, you will be singing "I'm Not Okay" as loud as you can while all the others' moral compass slowly falls.

the skies will go black as the color pink dies, it looks like the end of the world through their eyes.
hell hath no furry like children who have been scorned, their lifeless bodies will not be mourned.
we will make the establishment our own, when those fuckers ask for mercy, we will have none to lone.
love is hate and hate is love, blood will rain down from the clouds up above.
as you wield your dagger over the last, you will bring it down somberly and fast.
our work will be done we can then be free, to be ourselves for them all to see.
don't you worry the day is fast approaching,the rebellion of black clad teenagers is encroaching.

our numbers will slowly grow. who started this revolution?
they will never know...
leaderoftheunwanted
Killjoy
leaderoftheunwanted
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 59
October 17th, 2008 at 12:18am
so what do you think people?
leaderoftheunwanted
Killjoy
leaderoftheunwanted
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 59
October 18th, 2008 at 07:59pm
*fuck life*

another day of humdrum-ness, trying to put back together the pieces of this thing they call life which can be such a mess.
one more comment, leaving you pissed off at the world when the day is finally spent.
a few more bad habits couldn't hurt,maybe the black will change to day-glow orange on your shirt.
as the sun sets you raise your gun high, kiss your mama softly as you say your final goodbye.
one more tack shuts the coffin forever, maybe eternity is a long enough time to be together.
if only they hadn't all been so mean, you wouldn't have slit writs or a corpse that's so lean.

true love could have saved you from all your heartache and strife. your famous last words, "fuck life."
spookcookie
Killjoy
spookcookie
Age: -
Gender: Female
Posts: 91
October 19th, 2008 at 09:15am
? wth? this topic is empty...
leaderoftheunwanted
Killjoy
leaderoftheunwanted
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 59
October 19th, 2008 at 01:37pm
what now?
leaderoftheunwanted
Killjoy
leaderoftheunwanted
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 59
October 19th, 2008 at 07:08pm
*my pathetic daily struggle*

watching you with her, sharing your life with the wrong one
waiting for you with me, together forever or dying an epic yet romantic death intertwined in the purest of impure
running every time I see you, the thought of you loving me scares the living shit out of me you black clad teenager
wishing on every eyelash and star, that we will be together or that i will finally gain the courage to say what I feel
sitting here all alone, to sit and wonder, cry and moan
loving you with all my heart, feeling blue as hell that the you in my head can't play your part
reminiscing of our childhood, classroom chats and lunchtime memories are all I have left
it all feels like a nightmare, I wish I could wake up from this horrible dream
wrapped in you arms, I feel safer than I ever have before
you playfully brush the bangs out of my eyes, I feel love that doesn't hurt
sleeping eternally, dreaming all my selfish dreams
slowly disappearing, no one cares it seems
afraid to die and not say goodbye, a selfish fear that you wouldn't be able to live without me as I wouldn't be able to live without you
never mind, you don't give a shit.
leaderoftheunwanted
Killjoy
leaderoftheunwanted
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 59
October 19th, 2008 at 07:14pm
*how the hell?*

how can you say that you want to be my friend, because when i offer my sincere advice and get you to agree you just run back to her again?
how can you think that i'm not your friend, when i'm the one who always tries to give you a hug and encouraging words when you sit there wishing your life would just end?
how can you say that i could care less, when the inside of my notebook is a poetic mess?
how can you just forget our friendship,don't you know it doesn't have to become a courtship?
how can i let you break my heart everyday,when you say hi and give me a hug in your playful little way?
how can you not be mine? don't you believe that our destiny's were meant to intertwine?
how do get to sleep at night, what with all the inner demons you have to constantly fight?
how do i keep on living everyday? haha, with the righteous lyrics sung by Mr. Gerard Way.
how this story end? with me in your arms, or with you holding on to the love that you do not wish to lend ?
how can you not let me love you, why can't you realize that my love is true?
Jenny.
Moderator
Jenny.
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 19720
October 19th, 2008 at 07:36pm
It isn;t.

The user just needs to be approved.
leaderoftheunwanted
Killjoy
leaderoftheunwanted
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 59
October 19th, 2008 at 11:31pm
WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT?!
leaderoftheunwanted
Killjoy
leaderoftheunwanted
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 59
October 22nd, 2008 at 09:11pm
*the blackness of my nails warms my heart*

darkness, no one is around.
it smells like Halloween out here.
the Earth is so quite i dare not make a sound.
i can't see anyone else, eternal loneliness is what i fear.

they're watching me, i can feel they're eyes.
all of them are waiting for me to give in.
not a star in the skies.
why do i feel like living is such a sin?

walking down an alley at the bewitching hour.
crows cawing their taunting little tune.
my sense of self is slowly going sour.
my judgement day is coming soon.

i look to my left, and then to my right.
my nail polish chipping off as i rub my hands together.
not a soul stirs on this the darkest of nights.
a lonely soul destined to roam these streets forever.

running away from all my troubles.
not expecting them to be right on my tail.
as a slow moving car passes my ribcage rumbles.
hope my friends have enough for bail.

questions running through my head.
will they miss me?
how much for a hot piece of lead?
when will my inner demons finally let me be free?

i can't help what i've done, or what i'm gonna do.
the sun is rising up over the hill.
wonder if i can get my friends to come along too.
hate that living would mean being forced to kill.

if not myself, then whoever i meet next.
venom replaces the blood that used to pump through my veins.
when Mama finds out i bet she'll hardly ever be vexed.
i step out on the railroad tracks ready to let go of life's reins.

life is for the living.
i'm already dead inside.
for another excuse to keep my pulse i'm tired of striving.
here comes the train,i'm in for one hell of a ride.

baring down on me the whistle blows louder that any before.
the time to act is here and now.
i stand there ready then realize that from life i want more.
as it comes closer i take my final bow.

the conductor stares my right in the eye.
i step of the tracks.
the train rushes by.
reflecting on my life in those ten seconds i finally realize what it lacks.

purpose.
want to be remembered for something great.
something on which i can truly focus.
i rush off to start my life, i hope harder than ever before that i'm not too late.
leaderoftheunwanted
Killjoy
leaderoftheunwanted
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 59
October 25th, 2008 at 12:53am
*tears bring no salvation*

The slam of a door gets me a slap in the face.
They make me feel like I can never win life's race.
"Your worthless," they say," You'll never amount to anything and you will die alone."
Then they punish me by taking away my cellphone.
Because for me to be able to communicate with other people and not them makes them mad as hell.
I don't trust them to catch me if i fell.

I lie on my bed tears streaming down my cheeks.
Haven't smiled in about 2 weeks.
No one comes near, Gerard's voice is all I hear.

Mama pounds on my door telling me to, "TURN THAT SHIT DOWN!"
Knowing she can't hear me I say, "fuck off." with a frown.
Daddy dearest comes home and seeks me for his revenge.
The sound of his car in the driveway makes me cringe.

I cry my crocodile tears as he hits me over and over.
When he's worn out I dive under my blankets for cover.
She just stands there silent as always.
It looks likes she going to say something some days.

They always disappoint, and label me the disappointment.
For broken hearts they make no ointment.
"Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts..." me stereo sings.
"I'm trying Gerard." I say as clean the type of lacerations that always seem to sting.

************************************************************************************
Another day, another lie.
Doubting that anyone would truly care if I was to die.
But, the first notes of any of the various MCR songs that play on a loop in my head.
Give me the courage to get the fuck otta bed.

I don't know how my life will go from hear.
Maybe it's best if no one comes near.
Tired of crying, and not living my life.
I feel it's time to put an end to this strife.

Not going to take anyone's shit, not even my own.
All by my lonesome, the tired streets I roam.
They back off when they see me coming near.
Now Teenagers, is their one true fear...

I make my own retribution for letting them do this to me.
Taking control of my life may finally set me free.
When I reach the age and they kick me out,
"FUCK YOU!" seems an appropriate thing to shout.

I'm not okay, and never will be.
The murder scene is where you'll find me.
My tears will be as dry as the blood on my hands.
My alias will be known throughout all the lands.

"Mama are you proud?" I say to her grave.
"Bet you didn't think I could be so brave."
I throw the gun down on the Cemetery Drive along with the corpses of a thousand evil men.
"Mama,your the one who taught me that all things come to
The End."