• pilfir

Crack Whore(?)

Pretty, pretty little girl,
How innocent are you?
Playing with your dolls,
Under a sky of blue.

Pretty, pretty little girl,
What a pretty world,
Full of beautiful people,
Just like you little girl.

Pretty, pretty little girl,
What happend to your friends?
Now they're a little older,
Introduced to brand-new trends.

Pretty, pretty little girl,
Do you have a new world too?
Full of all kinds of things,
You know you shouldn't do.

Pretty, pretty little girl,
What happend to your smile?
Replaced by scratch marks and bags,
And being high for awhile.

Pretty, pretty little girl,
Do you still like your life?
Or is there something you're trying to tell me,
With that blood-soaked knife?

So, what do ya'll think? I'm not sure about the title... so if you have a better idea for one, lemme know.
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    cold hard bitch-jet
  • pilfir

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so, this one is from September 20th ( when i started writing it) and ive decided to post it, my friend absolutely...likes it... and im pleased with it. what d'ya think?

You make me so happy,
That I'm sad.
You make me feel so beautiful,
That I'm ugly.
I love you so much,
That I hate you.
You make me feel so valued,
That I'm worthless.
You make me so proud,
That I'm ashamed.
You make me enjoy life so much,
That I'm suicidle.
I think your so great,
You bastard.

Im working on another one, however, it's not finished and i think i want to work on it some more before i post it in here. Tell me what you think!
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    personal jesus-marilyn manson
  • pilfir

*checks it all out*

*EEE* im happy now. Ive joined it. i figured it out. Yup i grew a brain cell. how sad. anyways i guess im really not sure which one of my poems to post in here first... i kinda have a little collection of poems from the past... couple of weeks and maybe ill put them in here...
Last night i watched the movie Thirteen, it about two chicks and theyre (go figure) thirteen and they get SO messed up on drugs and shit. And the one girl was REAL pretty before all of it. and so this kinda... chant thing popped into my head.
"What happend to your pretty face? Your nothing more then self-desgrace"
What do you think? I think i should turn it into a poem. I wish i could write song lyrics because i had a kinda song thing going on with it and i think it could be an amazing song if i knew how to write one.
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    We're all to Blame- Sum41

All Things Worth Hating

All Things Worth Hating


I hated being your girl

And now I hate being no-one's

O, how the sun rose and it shone

How well I hid all those tears in my eyes

I still hate the time when the world seemed lovely


I hate every inch of your face

Flawed and tainted with memories of my kiss

O, your beauty never really shone too bright

How foolish I am for all things I was thankful for

I hate to think I was thanking you


I hate the way your gifts I still adore

The ripples of my skirt, O, they remind me, so, of you

Thinking of the nights I spent being your faithful little whore

Just to stand by your side and look like I'm worth it


I hate the bloody letters

The Surreal Love Poems

Nothing of it matters

So sugarcoated, O, so sweet

I hate the things I used to say just for The Treat


I hate, with passion, all your words

All your thoughts and all the bullshit

Tell me I was worth it

I am worth all things worth hating

'Cuz I hate you, darlin'

And you're nothing

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    Tears For Fears > Sawing The Seeds Of Love

creative writing class, senior year.

I wrote this last year, but I just found it in an old journal of mine. Hope you like it.
Seven Times Three

The sky was turning darker and darker as the sun slowly began to set behind the tall ominous mountains. The air was chilling on this late fall evening. The swirling leaves fluttered up and down in front of the tired girl who was steadily trudging up a hill in the small lonely town in which she lived. Bright oranges, flashy yellows, brilliant reds, and drab browns blended together in front of her eyes. The leaves formed a moving rainbow, cutting towards her face and swerving away in the nick of time. She looked up at the sky, and with a silent sigh, dug her hands down deeper in her coat pockets."Only a few more blocks and I'll be home," she thought to herself, staring down at the sidewalk. "If I keep my eyes down, the time will go faster."

Finally, she reached the top of the hill, Twenty-one, Crawford Lane. Quickly she took the front steps two-at-a-time, nearly tripping on the crumbling cement as her feet stomped down hard, and threw open the heavy oak door. Darkness surrounded her. When she went over to the light switch and flipped it up, nothing happened. She flipped it down again, still nothing. She started to unzip her puffy blue coat, but shivered and zipped it up higher instead. "I swear I turned the heat on before I left this morning!" She pulled her short dark brown hair out from under the back of her coat as she stumbled into the kitchen to find the breaker box.

Lying on the kitchen table was a folded-up note with 'Alexis' scribbled across the front. A lit candle was setting on the corner of the paper like a paperweight. Slowly she reached for the note, carefully sliding the Apple-spice candle out of the way. The wax was liquefied over two inches deep; apparently whoever left her this note had left it quite a while ago. She unfolded the note and leaned in closer to the flickering flame to see what was written. 'Seven times three, don't wait for me' was sloppily etched very small on the paper in deep red pen. Perplexed, she dropped the note back on the table and tried to make some sense of the words.

"Seven times three? What does that mean? Whom am I supposed to not wait for?" She wondered as she made her way to the breaker box and flicked on the master power switch. Nothing happened; the power was dead. "That’s odd, I wonder what is wrong?" As she started to turn around to look for a flashlight, a shiny flash of light caught her eye. For a millisecond her bright blue eyes turned cold white with panic, but her smooth sense of brevity calmed her down almost instantly.

She went across the room and found her sparkly star and moons calendar hanging on the wall. Suddenly it crashed to the floor, causing Alexis to scream. "I'm becoming paranoid in my own house, what is wrong with me," she muttered to herself, bending over to pick up the heap of paper now lying at her feet. Gasping for breath, she looked down to see the twenty-first circled in the same blood red ink with a big 'X' drawn over the date. "Seven times three equals twenty one; today’s date..." Just as she turned around another flash caught her eye, but this time, she didn't see anything afterwards.

It was nearly three days before anyone came to look for her; three whole days she laid lifeless on the floor in the dark. Her blue coat was now deep red and the words 'I told you not to wait' were scribbled in dry cracked blood across the wall.
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    energetic energetic

while you were out.. i called.

I would have left my number
if I thought you would have called,
but it doesn't seem to matter
who I am to you at all.

You stumble and you stutter
until your sentences run dry;
won't you come a little closer
so you can almost see me cry.

I think I could have loved you
maybe let you be the one,
but I'm the one left standing
with a trigger and the gun.

Heres hoping you get my message
I've left it by your phone
so when they call to tell you,
you will already know.

only thing i could write all week @ the beach

The world's ocean is my paradise,
a place to remove myself
from everything I cannot control.
Waves crashing,
sand shifting,
under the footprints of lovers
hand in hand.
Footprints washed away
by the ever rolling tide.

I feel so small when standing at the brink of a wave.
Just gazing out into the vast abundance of life barreling in.

I am bigger than the ocean
stronger than any wave.
I am not limited to a high tide
nor am I required to fall to the lowest I can go.
I'm as ever changing as the sand that shifts and molds
under my feet
as I walk with you
along the boundary of sand and water,
stability and freedom.
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    fenix tx - "jean claude trans am"