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"Don't Kiss me if your afraid of thunder. My life is a storm."


- Anita Krizzan





Thursday, September 29, 2011

Poem From My Boyfriend

What is there to see in me?
This is no poem of insecurity
Just one out of curiosity
Most approach me with animosity
They treat me with inhumanity
Laughing at their atrocities
But you treat me differently
Show me the up most generosity
A feeling of amorosity
I have protection, strosty
Others look at me as a monstrosity
As I go through the day anonymously
Keeping under the radar, complete animosity
You look at me with complete virtuosity
They see me me, quite plainly
What they say comes out vainly
For that, my heart, I give to you willingly

This is Halloween












I want a love like Sally and Jack
A Christmas orange and black
Let everyday be Halloween
And I will be its queen
I want to live in this land
Where it is never bland
Where there is no throwing snowballs
Only throwing heads
"and absolutely no one's dead"
And just because I can't see it
Doesn't mean I won't believe it
This is the most horrible vision
Oh how splendid!
All I need is you to be my Jack
All dressed in black
My " master of fright
And a demon of light"
That can take off your head
For you are dead
Forever I will be your sally
And live in this Halloween Valley!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Another Poem













Attempt to write the pain away
Same shit, different damned day
Nothing ever new to say!
There's an aching in my brain
Please tell me I haven't gone insane!
What drug is this running through my vein?
Stupid words have to rhyme,
This is a waste of worthless time
Such nonsense should be a lethal crime!
My twisted actions, so disarray
Trapped in thoughts too mundane
A life stuck in sicking, insane slime


Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Ending











Love begins to fade away
Though it's a bright sunny day
Mascara begins to run
though heartbreak is far from done
Forever wasn't long enough
Though I tried to stay tough
Sisterhood flies away in the wind
Forcing this to be the end

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Pressure

 
 
 
 
 



I'm sorry that my hair and skin are tainted black,
My hair isn't blonde enough to blend right in.
I apologize my piercings are so taboo,
Too many holes to please society.
Forgive me for my ideas are absurd,
Normality can never be my style.
Once again I brace for the attack,
Waiting for the end before it even begins.
Searching through lies for what's true,
To determine what's "meant to be."
Another voice gone unheard,
For society's pressure has gone hostile.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Deciet
















Another jab through the heart
Countless tears join the flood
As emotions are torn apart,
The deceit pours out with blood.
Mascara stains her once beautiful face
Holes destroy the fabric of life
As she discovers her misplace
Another group to be cast out
His trust ruined over the assumed
More people to reassure doubt
Her luck seems doomed
For no one ever sticks around
And her face stays planted on the ground

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

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Thursday, August 11, 2011

Twisted Time













Despair inside a twisted soul
Already tainted black
While insanity takes its toll
As strength begins to lack

Deeply falling, falling
Waiting for the end
Just to start crawling
The insainty is just about to begin

Twisted you may call this look,
for sane is not the word
of these writing painted black
And feelings so absurd

But this is my time
And my wasted Rhyme

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Alone

Poem is not about New Moon

















Waves crashing on the rocks
Drowning in the shallow end
Innocent bystanders on the docks
I hope not to offend
By the weakness that holds me
Bound to this fate by despair
No one willing to pay the fee
Selflessness becomes to rare
As i slowly slip away
On this bright and sunny day

Dear John Love
















Bullets fly all around
Bodies begin to hit the ground
No chance for good-bye
No time to sit and cry
Sallow the pity and despair
As your heart begins to tear
For a place to call home
To not be solemnly alone
Miss the love ones far away
Dreaming of them everyday
Their the hope in your eye
The strength to go by and by
All that's left in this place
A friend's love is grace