TrashedWithABitterSweetEnding19’s blog

  1. "I just NEED TO STOP thinking, in general. That's my problem and what is wrong with me. When you over think, you overheat. When you overheat, you over hurt. I seem stronger than I really am. We all create that tough facade. We pretend we are invincible and try to fake that "nothing can hurt me" mentality when everyone is watching . . . I think about too many things at...

  2. Procession of regression//

    Tue, Aug 9, 2011 at 11:57 PM 0 Comments

    "Memory is a tenuous thing - flickering glimpses flashing before my eyes, each different and changing every second. BLACK and WHITE . . . like ancient, decomposing film. Happiness escapes me there. Where faces are vague and yesterday seems to come tied up in ribbons of pain, blending and fading together as one. Happiness ??? I've tried to look for it . . .instead, in...

  3. THE ONE, ( SHOULD BE ) GOLDEN RULE : Korn is the only so-called GOD that we all know of and can relate to on many levels in life. (If you disagree, I honestly don't understand why you even made an account on this website). Reality check ---> I am a MUTT. My ethnic background includes . . . German, Irish, Italian, Polish, Scottish, French, Cherokee Indian, Swedish, Dutch,...

  4. "A race against darkness, streams of purity in the sky slither among the clouds. Awaiting to be devoured by those wolves approaching . . . Waves of greed slowly impend upon the struggling sun. Peaking through the corrupt mist during it's venture of descent . . . to reach the flood of judgment." © A little something I wrote while staring at the sky.

  5. I Belong To The Skies.

    Wed, Aug 3, 2011 at 3:36 PM 2 Comments

    One afternoon, I decided to go outside in my backyard and sit on the wooden pier and listen to music on my iPod. Gazing up at the sky, while listening to certain types of music by my lonesome synced together so perfectly . . . I actually did this same routine everyday just to admire the scenery . . . the beauty of the water itself and everything across the river that stood on the other...

  6. It's Not Ironic, It's Obvious.

    Wed, Aug 3, 2011 at 1:10 AM 10 Comments

    "I'm a LIAR because I won't tell everything. I can't put everything into words or I don't want to hurt anyone. I'm STUPID because sometimes I am wrong. I'm NOT perfect. I'm UGLY because I'm not as pretty as another girl. I'm NOT a model. I DO NOT photoshop my pictures to be perfect. I'm a PUSHOVER because I like making people happy. I actually care about someone...

  7. "October skies, painted red with anger and the season of decay. An eerie mist after a downpour devours every inch of light . . . Leaves all beauty shrouded by thick blankets of fog, ripping through the sky. You could almost see the air curling around your fingers . . . Out of sight, it all seems surreal . . . nothing but a dream. Simple, in the mystery of night that signals the dying...

  8. "Those piercing sounds of laughter - mocking me. Reaching octaves provoking insanity, the sound pulses through my veins . . . Fuels the anger that has come to confine me inside this cage. Sticks and stones, break my bones and seal thy fate. Rise from the layers of rest and be forever prone to that sound of murder. It kills every ounce of balance . . . A newfound joy." © Me.

  9. Revenge, So Wicked Yet Divine.

    Wed, Aug 3, 2011 at 12:18 AM 2 Comments

    "Heat of flames, this solid hatred . . . I feel the soothing cold of raindrops, tears of that make believe - heaven's, quiet and calm . . . into serenity. Depression known to the world. All those who dare look upon this invisible personality I've perfected in company . . . A smile, only to avoid questioning. Set free the shackles that bind me to emotion, my heart and it's constant...

  10. A Reason For Broken Wings;

    Wed, Aug 3, 2011 at 12:12 AM 0 Comments

    "Silence - the sweetest sound . . . It swoons thy self with sour, explore past the midnight hour with a knife. Torture to refrain, play to hate, create to destroy. Fate is inevitable . . . Man is a plague, the seven of sins held strong and used as weapons in this life. When the time comes . . . bury me, promised with revenge upon all those who deserve their just ridicule. May their...

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