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Name: Micaela
Country: United States
State: Texas
Birthday: 10/10/1988
Gender: Female


Interests: What this site is dedicated to....WRITING oh yeah....i love guys with nice eyes who can have intelligent conversations.
Expertise: My only true talent is writing...that and acting....sometimes i can sing...oh yeah i can prolly kick your ass...unless u happen to be my twin. Riley can definately kick my ass....she can kick yours too.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Art


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AIM: rogueangel710@aol.com


Member Since: 9/10/2004

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Saturday, November 20, 2004

doped up

on little white pills

and crystalized dopamine

a harmless lie

a little sigh

youll be just fine

but its all a god damn lie

breaking through the fog

throwing up the pills

falling to the floor

pain blurring my sight 

a broken body

in broken glass

a perfect pill

a magic cure

a little white lie

a little white pill

its all the same

 

 

 


Wednesday, November 17, 2004

garden of saddness

in a long lost garden

in a land of fireflies

a liitle girl cries

a thorned rose

a life with no repose

screaming fights

a life devoid of light

a broken home

slashed and burned

ripped apart

a barely beating heart

trapt in thorns

blood pouring

a tragic story

of a little girl

in a fucked up world


garden of saddness

in a long lost garden

in a land of fireflies

a liitle girl cries

a thorned rose

a life with no repose

screaming fights

a life devoid of light

a broken home

slashed and burned

ripped apart

a barely beating heart

trapt in thorns

blood pouring

a tragic story

of a little girl

in a fucked up world


Monday, October 11, 2004

Fallen Angel

broken wings

and dirtied skin

sword in blistered hand

red gold hair 

tangled and matted

a child of heaven

lies cold and alone

forsaken and betrayed

weak and weary

blues eyes fluttering

muscles quivering

a silent mind

refuge from her past

from the endless screaming

and endless killing

and on her knees

sword still in hand

broken wings erect

in a broken voice

she dares to pray

yet refuses to surrender

never backing up

never giving ground

there she kneels

this heavenly child of light

a fallen angel

broken wings

dirtied hair

alone in the vast frozen world of hell

praying as she rises

sword gripped tightly

eyes glinting

alone she stands

proudly humble

apologeticly unwavering

willing to fight on

"a fallen angel is still an angel just like a cookie is still a cookie after its been dropped into dog poo" some humor to follow a serious peice....tell me your honest opinions of the poem not the quote


Friday, October 08, 2004

So, here i am, your tour guide for the day....or night judging by where we are. I'lll be your guide, your guide through the wonderful thing, that is life. Lets see who am I? I am the oldest daughter of satan, a creature teeming with insanity, anger, and a sick desire to die with meaning. Its sad though, i am both immortal and invisible, i cant die with meaning, so no matter how hard i try to emulate Antigone or how much i would give to look death in the eyes and scream FUCK YOU at the top of my lungs, it wont happen.

You see i started out life as a ghost. A pale blonde girl who no one saw. A shade, a specter, a wallflower pale and drawn. I lived in a silent world of blood and tears and sorounded myself with lies.

And then i grew up. I dyed my hair. I gave up cutting. I am living now only to live. I have no other goals. I live to live, because i cannot die. I live to live, because what else is there to do. You can only die once, but i can live forever. So instead of staring down death and telling him to fuck himself, I tell society to fuck itself. Instead of martyring myself for what i beleive in i kill for my beliefs. I live a sick life, a terrible, a whole life, a life better than anything you could ever imagine.

So here i am, standing before you, grey eyes glinting, red gold hair moving like a living flame, pale cheeks flushed with the heat, here i am ready to welcome you to the only home i ever knew...HELL 



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