Just like everyother time by alucardpunker, literature
Literature
Just like everyother time
Empty promise, broken dreams, idle thearts, a web of decit, trapped like a fly, falling again, beleiving you once more, taking it, swallowing your empty promises, actually thinking youve changed, But its just like everyother time, My mind in shambles, my spirt broken, Back to my knees, caught in your web, beleiving your empty promises, hoping your going to repair my broken dreams
But its just like every other time
It always ends the same
And its never quite as good as it seems
I come to you
And you pull me up
Only to push me further down
then when I began
Everyone else sees it
Why Cant I?
Constanly fooling myself
Oblivlious to your game
I cant seem to accpet the truth
I\'m hopelessy addicted to you
Like some twisted drug
That contorts the truth
And alters realtiy
No rehab, No hope of salvation
Just one endless stream of hatered, and pain
Constanly breathing new life into the cycle
Like some sweet-hearted fool
I contuie to play, with my heart as my bet
Anti-Main Stream Trendiness by alucardpunker, literature
Literature
Anti-Main Stream Trendiness
Block out the world
Push Away the emtions
Forget all the pain
Reley on yourself
Fuck sexuality
Screw sanity
Break the skin
Drain the life out
Become something your not
: just when you think you know me, i turn a diffrent direction, just when you think you got me down, i get right back up again, askin fer it, beggin fer it, so you can be finsished with me, so i can move on, so can we please just quit the games, kill me already, im ready to die, more then willin to at that, so do it pull the trigger be a man, take her from me, and prove that i lost, just so you can look better then me yet again, take her away it dosent matter, not lik im goin to cry again, or ever over her. have her, because i know, deep down, in her heart its me she wants in her life. so in the end i do win, just as i always do.
: just when you think you know me, i turn a diffrent direction, just when you think you got me down, i get right back up again, askin fer it, beggin fer it, so you can be finsished with me, so i can move on, so can we please just quit the games, kill me already, im ready to die, more then willin to at that, so do it pull the trigger be a man, take her from me, and prove that i lost, just so you can look better then me yet again, take her away it dosent matter, not lik im goin to cry again, or ever over her. have her, because i know, deep down, in her heart its me she wants in her life. so in the end i do win, just as i always do.
Anti-Main Stream Trendiness by alucardpunker, literature
Literature
Anti-Main Stream Trendiness
Block out the world
Push Away the emtions
Forget all the pain
Reley on yourself
Fuck sexuality
Screw sanity
Break the skin
Drain the life out
Become something your not
It always ends the same
And its never quite as good as it seems
I come to you
And you pull me up
Only to push me further down
then when I began
Everyone else sees it
Why Cant I?
Constanly fooling myself
Oblivlious to your game
I cant seem to accpet the truth
I\'m hopelessy addicted to you
Like some twisted drug
That contorts the truth
And alters realtiy
No rehab, No hope of salvation
Just one endless stream of hatered, and pain
Constanly breathing new life into the cycle
Like some sweet-hearted fool
I contuie to play, with my heart as my bet
Just like everyother time by alucardpunker, literature
Literature
Just like everyother time
Empty promise, broken dreams, idle thearts, a web of decit, trapped like a fly, falling again, beleiving you once more, taking it, swallowing your empty promises, actually thinking youve changed, But its just like everyother time, My mind in shambles, my spirt broken, Back to my knees, caught in your web, beleiving your empty promises, hoping your going to repair my broken dreams
But its just like every other time
It always ends the same
And its never quite as good as it seems
I come to you
And you pull me up
Only to push me further down
then when I began
Everyone else sees it
Why Cant I?
Constanly fooling myself
Oblivlious to your game
I cant seem to accpet the truth
I\'m hopelessy addicted to you
Like some twisted drug
That contorts the truth
And alters realtiy
No rehab, No hope of salvation
Just one endless stream of hatered, and pain
Constanly breathing new life into the cycle
Like some sweet-hearted fool
I contuie to play, with my heart as my bet
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WEll, ive decided to shut this account down, the name itself is whats bugging me the most, its too chliched, and such, and seeing as noone reads anyhting i write, and i havent been able to post much, as i am in a creative stump, but never fear, i will have a new id created, after i get outta bootcamp(if bootcamp dosent take away all my creativty) but yea, i may post a few more poem thingys, if i have any insprations, and i guess that may be what nails me down for stayin or leaving, but yea anyway ima go now, laters=alucaRd
WEll, ive decided to shut this account down, the name itself is whats bugging me the most, its too chliched, and such, and seeing as noone reads anyhting i write, and i havent been able to post much, as i am in a creative stump, but never fear, i will have a new id created, after i get outta bootcamp(if bootcamp dosent take away all my creativty) but yea, i may post a few more poem thingys, if i have any insprations, and i guess that may be what nails me down for stayin or leaving, but yea anyway ima go now, laters=alucaRd
ive been carrying around my poetry notebook everyday for the past two weeks, hoping some creativty would hit me, just one little bit, ive only got like 10 pages left till i fill it out, and i dont feel like filling it out with useless trite jounal entrys on how my day went. i'm happy, but thats a bad thing, but, at the risk of sounding cliched, i only have creativty hit when im depressed, and again at the risk of sounding cliched, I only get my drive when Im angry at the world, and angry with myself, and masseivly deppresed. i sit around listening to deppresing music, hopin i have somehting hit, but its not working,and, my main muse, is in l