Disassemble the pieces

As the lights begin to dim

I'll tighten my grip

I'll rip out every nerve

in your system

and push your limbs out of their sockets

The time will come

when I'll shove my hand

down your narrow, infected throat

prying your ribs apart

and rip out

what should've been mine

I'll turn your insides out

and show your true colours

Disassemble the pieces

to get to the center, the core, the root,

the problem.

Writing In Code

I lied when i said

that I was over you

Unfortunately, That's impossible

I tried to follow my insticts

but they lead me down the wrong path

I was on a forked road

No one told me where to go

I consider myself lucky

Nobody has even came close

to knowing the truth

You've distanced yourself from me

Miles keep us apart

Arguments sew us back together

Like a ragged doll

who falls apart, after every heartbreak

My fingers are blistered, red

From trying to lengthen

What's already been lost

I can only blame myself

For falling so hard

Its much deeper

Past our sheer skin

That once touched the wet grass

more fragile

than what's under my hollow chest

Thats what you get when you let your heart when, huh?

Out of the black

And into the light

Heartbreak, dont bend on me tonight.

Guitar Riffs

ITS BEEN A WHILE.

A friend told me recently, that I shouldn't have such harsh things to say for a person who has the whole world against them. Or at least it seems like it....

Is that really true?

Thats really bad then.

Very few people appreciate my bitter attitude. I'm witty, so someone's going to dislike me right? correct.

It has its advantages.

I have enough balls to say things that YOU WISH YOU COULD, with any of the repercussions.

score!

grow up?

NEVER. NO WAY! I'll never change. I dont think, I'll ever be normal.

But normal's not normal, if you're not normal.

So I've been writing, alot.

I've been preparing for school, writing, REPEAT.

well,

I've been dealing with alot of PERSONAL issues that I dont feel comfortable talking about on my blog.

I have a reason to hate this world.

Everybody lies. I don't even know about other religions anymore.

I'm ready to go to college/undergrad.

I HOPE THESE FOUR YEARS GO BY FAST.

Carolina Dreamer

I wrote this one day while I was in South Carolina, eating a buffet called Ryans.

July 30th, 2009

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Today, while I was on vacation at this buffet called Ryan's a lady introduced me to a waiter in training. He said hello, and asked if he could remove anything from my table. His "master" was looking at him with vicious eyes burning through his skin. I told him no, thank you and he smiled.

A few minutes later I saw him following his trainer around the restaurant. When I took a glance at him, he had this reluctant look on his face. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and continued cleaning up after America's mistakes.

What's wrong with this? One man, one restaurant FILLED with people ready to be served everything on a brown tray. That is no job for a man. Nobody should have to (nor do they want to) clean up after filthy human beings just to make a living. As far as I'm concerned that job doesn't come with any benefits. I just thought I'd write about this because it was interesting, and he inspired me. I wish i could've talked to him. But i'm only 14, there isn't much I can do.

It's like having a big heart, and no one to love it with.

Kinda like me and you?

Dashboard Boundaries

I have no reason to continue this

I have to sit and consider the possibilities...

Maybe practice leads to perfection

Or maybe I'm looking for some type of satisfaction.

Teen angst? maybe. Family Issues? Likely.

Either way it all leads to depression....disappointment

WHO CARES ANYMORE

about what's expected of us

Same day, different shit

Place the stereotypes on me

Strongly worded remarks, are what bring us together

We are america's UNWANTED CHILDREN

Like shackles, attaching us by the heart

The Truth is leaking...

No way out now

Whispers and silent thoughts are past the grieving stage

No room for mistakes

Look what we've started

A Wrong path we've created

But nothing means much anymore, our happiness

outdated.

You're Just Like Us, Why Don't You Show It?

*Does this mean I'm crazy, because I'm writing a letter to myself?

You laugh off the pain so much

that people begin to think you're a little strange.

You're so quiet, yet you have so much to say

...people begin to forget about you.

Your way of thinking is so abstract yet brilliant

that people begin to call you crazy.

You carry pen and paper everywhere

and when you experience a revelation you giggle and write,

So they assume that you're going off the "deep end".

Your way of life begins to change

Your views on things have been altered

due to society,what you've been through

and lack of a decent role-model.

I'm here to tell you that nobody can tell you how to life your life, but you.

People shun you because of who you are

Just because you're a little....different.

You've got everything going for you

But nothing seems to work.

Nothing's ever sparked you

Nothing's ever gotten you motivated

Like this.

You need to come clean with the truth.

Tell them that people with mental disorders inspire you.

Tell them you'd rather go hang with demented schizophrenics

Then to go shopping with them.

Tell them you'd rather learn about hallucinations and paranoia

Then to call them later.

Tell them how mentally destroyed you are.

Why don't you tell them what's really on your mind?

"It just goes to show that some words are useless"

What Makes Us So Amazing, Are The Things That Dont.

writing, this is honor of EVERYONE who's ever despised of me, hurt me, shunned me, disliked me, or perhaps you were even jealous at one point. I'm writing this, for everyone who's ever had a problem with me. I'm writing this for everyone who sometimes makes me feel inferior. Some of you have never done this to me, thank you. I tagged you because I figured you could relate.

It's not finished, but it's a start.


" and out of all the schools you think would have the uppity-cocky kids, its not any of the 'top' schools.
Hey, Precious..lets talk about you since you're so quick to point out all the fakeness around you. you have no idea what people go through, what they're dealing with or anything. You're out of line. You're so quick to judge, to stereotype, to demoralize everything someone stands for or EVERYTHING someone believes on or (get this) EVERYTHING SOMEONE HAS WORKED FOR. and who are you to call out what's right or wrong? who am I to call you wrong? I'm out of line as well. But you placed me here."

"Whether someone is just discovering themselves, or picking up something that catches their interest, what makes it your business to bitch about it? We can ALWAYS count on your fucked up beliefs, to pop up on our mini-feed. How do you think you started to like the stuff you do now? Think about that before you go pointing the finger,kay? AND YOU, have something to say about someone's cunty behavior, or ridiculous attempts at trying to be like you..right. we ENVY you, I wish I was you. I hate my life. EMO BULLSHIT? tell me about it."

"You and your little flaky friends, need a reality check. People can do what the fuck they want, so can you. You are entitled to your opinion, and I am entitled to say that it is absolute BULLSHIT. Nobody comes running to you, when you make a little mistake, and take two steps back. All the shit you do has been piling up, like skeletons in my closet. Everything you do, has been done before..everything you've established for yourself, was invented before you even knew about it. So chill, seriously."

"All Of your hobbies were mastered way before the sperm hit the egg, so don't act all Brand New, hot shit. Obama made great speeches, so did Hitler...what makes you so amazing?"

What makes me so amazing?
___________________________
- Ariel

If You Can Wait Till I Get Home...

Here I lay, under these sheets. Phone by my pillow, volume to the max. When will you be home? I feel so alone, so cold. This bed’s to big for just 1 hopeful romantic. Are you coming back?

Last I checked, we left off on a bad note. You’d come from work smelling like a woman’s fragrance. I yelled, you spoke softly begging me to relax. But no, it was someone else wasn’t it. I wasn’t the only one inquiring about you.

So you left. And you haven’t been back since. That was 3 days ago. I lay restless in bed night after night. Hey, I need you here. You can’t leave me. You Just can’t.

Well, I tried. Hours passed and my phone’s dying. I lean over to turn off the light and as I touch the switch I hear familiar footsteps down the hall.

Weak Signal

For the last time

I bleed on the inside

Awake, my love

Oh, How to mend a broken heart

The world is your playground

and that was your plan from the start

You can love, a little less

It won't get you far

Weak signals never do

Don't overreact love

All You Can Do Is

Try

Euphoria In The Morning

I will dive into my sleep

as I dream of me and you, living

My troubled savior

You need me, like you need a hole in your skull

I don't want to feel empty

anymore

Restore our souls, breathe love, just breathe.

Cause' you know it hurts

I'll be here for you

Waiting

I don't want to feel anything

anymore

Colour my world, yes you did

You gave me a reason

To feel real again

Keep away from the flashing lights,

the burning trees,

Nothing should come between you and me.

And you know it hurts like hell.

Like A Boomerang...

You scribble a note to me

I wink, and ball it up in your face

Your words me nothing

The Truth lies

Beneath the smile you post on your face

Every

Single

Day

Where were we?

I lurk the dark gloomy, streets at night

Going back to the place, where we first met

I made an attempt

and you destroyed my happiness

But I found your love, lost in your lies.

Before Nightfall

All those moments

passing right by my eyes

Like a flashback

oh, the memories

seems like every night

you come to mind

before I hit the light

you active my dreams

and as crazy as it seems

you come to mind,

and your gorgeous eyes

How do you do it all,

All Before Nightfall

No More

Wash my insecurities away

They mean nothing anymore

Pop in that Stones' record

and ponder my words

Weep over the disappointment

Those late night dates

Obviously didn't mean much

Oh what I would give, to feel your touch

Maybe If my heart stops beating

It wont hurt this much

Who are you?

I don't know you anymore.

No More..

An Evolving Inquiry

You're my everything

You're all i ever wanted

It started out as in inquiry

which then turned into a few words

I couldn't resist the temptation

Who cares if the law doesn't allow it

Just because we aren't meant to be

Doesn't mean its impossible

I see it this way

If you follow the rules

You'll get caught in the constant rush

If I let go, promise me

you'll come back when its over

Melodic Symphony music plays

Too make everything seem okay

No one knows the depth of my soul

Dreams growing wilder by the moments

No need to say goodbye.

No need, no way.

The Caterpillar Effect

This bittersweet victory

you win some, you lose some

Tell me why, happiness is unattainable

with you.

Leave your fears behind

Lets create a new life

Too busy writing my tragedies

No time to blossom

There's beauty in the breakdown

everyone knows that.

before my eyes met yours,

I let go

Now I'm holding on to you ever so dearly

you have nail marks in your arm

and in the next life

we will repeat this again

Give in, Love, Give in.