Fury Unleashed

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Anger Within

I AM IN TOO MUCH PAIN

I NEED SOME MOTRIN

I WANT TO HURL ON YOUR SHOES

SO MOVE OUT OF MY WAY

MY HEAD FEELS LIKE EXPLODING

SO MOVE OUT OF THE WAY

I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE

I AM IN TOO MUCH PAIN

MY CHEST IS THROBBING

I CAN'T...

MOVE OUT OF MY WAY!!!


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stick figure girls

Those stick-figure girls

Sure got minds of their own

And dreams of Al Capone

Even on Saint Valentine's Day

When guns go off

And their pretty heads bow

Those bone wrists get down

Down on the ground, I should say



"So little girl

If you've got your bags packed

Jump inside 'em

And a grow a damn rack

Because I don't fuck babies"

Said Mr. Man

And Mr. Man

Fucks everything he can



But this beanpole child

Loves her violin

And not your sins

Mr. Al Capone; Mr. Hitman King

And this scrawny bitch

Plays her piano

Like Tori Amos

If you really try, you'll hear it ring

"Ba-da-dum, da-da-dum, la-de-de"

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by my friend Not-Not, but it's actually about me. Supposedly, I was disgustingly thin when I was 13. I do not recall this stage.

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"Leave Me Be"

I want you to just go away,

and leave me in my depression.

And don't you ever criticize,

my anger and agression.



You show up here,

not thinking before you speak.

Instead you say your playing sucked,

and you are such a freak.



I don't understand why your so cruel,

when your the one to teach me right.

The true parent I want to follow,

is out of the guiding light.



You never realize how much it hurts,

when you don't even ask how I am.

Instead you always shoot out orders,

always saying, "do me a favor, Sam."



And you wonder why I sit,

and stare deeply into the night.

I'm truly searching for that right path,

and that guiding light.



So, since I cannot find it here,

in you or even in me.

All I can say is get out of here already,

and, please, just leave me be!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Grar I was angry lol.

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"Kita"

Kita..

She doesn't have 2 thumbs,

But she has 4 paws,

And 2 big brown loving eyes.

She's my best friend,

Everything i could ever ask for in a dog..

Shes my life, I live through her,

She sleeps beside me everynight,

And for that i have no need to be afraid,

Of strangers, or ever monsters under my bed,

Because i know she's always right beside me,

To protect me, from evil spirts, and bad dreams

to rabie infested mutts and midnight walkers.

Her thick red coat keeps me warm when i am cold,

Her oddly big ears with chips and dents,

Make me laugh when i'm down.

Her kisses make me warm inside,

Shes my babygurl, My life, My world, My everything!

But the day has come,

She has to go...

I hope and pray she'll be happy in her new home,

I pray they love her, the way i did,

I hope they see, How shes not just a dog,

She is, was, and forever will be my bestfriend.

A mans best friend can be a girls best friend too...

I think kita and me... proved that to the world..

We were an inseperable team..

We both thought so...

Until now..

But i guess she must go...

So as i see her leave,

With her new family,

My heart crushed into a million tiny pieces,

I must move on, I must keep strong,

But i dont understand anything now..

My babygurl is forever gone

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Kita.. my pride and joy!!! i will never EVER forget you, and one day we'll meet again... love u always kita!(K)(L)(F)

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Is there anybody listening?

Folder: 
Questions

Yeah, I have an announcement to make

But I've gotta know one thing

Is there anybody listening?

Is there anybody listening?

Does anyone care?

Because guess what?

I've got a gun to my head

Right in front of you

But you dont care

Because no one ever listens.

for all you know

I could have a man's voice

An obscene cough

And just as bad a mouth.

I scream I shout

I need to let it all out

But is there anybody listening?

Is there anybody listening?

Is there anybody listening to me?

I pull the trigger

I blow out my brains

You dont hear a thing

You just see the fucking stains

Because there was no one listening

I screamed my soul still shouts

Even though I blew my brains out

Is there anybody listening yet?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

yeah...

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Thoughtless

Folder: 
Songs (not mine)

Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies

Pushing all the mercy down, down, down

I wanna see you try to take a swing at me

Come on, gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground



Why are you trying to make fun of me?

You think it's funny?

What the fuck you think it's doing to me?

You take your turn lashing out at me

I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me



All of my hate cannot be found

I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming

So you can try to tear me down

Beat me to the ground

I will see you screaming



Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies

I'm above you, smiling at you, drown, drown, drown

I wanna kill and rape you the way you raped me

And I'll pull the trigger

And you're down, down, down



Why are you trying to make fun of me?

You think it's funny?

What the fuck you think it's doing to me?

You take your turn lashing out at me

I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me



All of my hate cannot be found

I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming

So you can try to tear me down

Beat me to the ground

I will see you screaming



All my friends are gone, they died (gonna take you down)

They all screamed, and cried (gonna take you down)



I've got my body, got my body back against the wall

I've got my body, got my body back against the wall

Gonna take you down



[repeat 2x]



I've got my body, got my body back against the wall

I've got my body, got my body back against the...



All of my hate cannot be found

I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming

So you can try to tear me down

Beat me to the ground

I will see you screaming

All of my hate cannot be found

I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming

So you can try to tear me down

Beat me to the ground

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A Voter's Fury

Commission on Elections SUCKS!!!



Where the hell is my name in your voters' master list?

Took away my name,

Took away my right,

How dare you???

I pay my taxes,

I do all that is necessary,

Blood, tears, and sweat,

My freedom, my future,

You took it all away.

Neglecting everything that matters

Because you are okay.

Swimming in your own greediness

And foolish pride.

You took away my right.

How dare you???



I HATE YOU SO MUCH!



F*CK COMELEC.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

May 10 Election is a BIG JOKE. haha! so much that it makes me cry! ~jerlin

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"Phil"

It was a simple conversation, and all I did was call your name. I expected mine back but it wasn't quite the same.

And now I came to wonder, if my name was really here. If it was my pussy he was doing or did he think it as my rear.



And now He called me "PHiL", with a cheerful conversation at that. I never thought in the world that it should happen like that. I thought more of something, like doing that but in bed. You know, screaming someone else's name before I cut his head.



But no. hHe did it willingly, and told me it was the first in mind. He called me PHiL cheerishly, as if I wasn't the feminine kind.



And now I sit frustrated, with fishsticks as the depression food.  Wondering if he knows how I feel and if he back quite good. But I don't really want to find out, because he'll just think of some other man. Some other Alex or Phillip or David, or maybe an Ardavian.



So I refuse to take this solemly , but just say it how it is. Boy you gay as a merry folk, and you can't get enough of the queers.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

DONT EVER FUCKING CALL ME PHIL AGAIN. *muah*

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Violence

Folder: 
Sad poems

I called it the Violence.

It lives in my body, and it used to be separate from me.

Now I'm not sure.

Has it bored and burrowed it's way so far into my soul that it becomes me and I become it?

Am I already too late?

My psychiatrist says there's hope.

That's because I lie to him.

I could show him.

Show him who I am when it has me.

But that would mean losing control.

Which I've only ever willingly done once.

I don't remember much, only being restrained by a teacher, some kid with a bloody nose trying to back away,

The only thought to squeeze his throat until his life fled before my hands.

I was six then.

All my life I've fought it.

And then I found her.

So unlike me, and yet we are the same.

The most unlikely, and the best of friends.

She fights her Demon, I fight mine.

We piss each other off the whole way.

But she's where Im safe.

Where IT can never be.

I don't know why, but it's a blessing I'll accept.

So now I have to get rid of it.

It wants me to kill.

Alright.

I'm going to kill it.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is enough.

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