Tuesday, October 18, 2011 4:07:44 PM
butterflys, thoughtfull, Joy, grin
...
The perfection of breath and the look of a smile
The sound of a heartbeat and the flawness forgivness of skin
It's in our blood, that endless need
It's on our tounge, those thoughtfull words
We are bottles of Joy; liquid and delicious, swirl us and we are but bubbles to the top
We are a stomach full of happiness; tasteful and content, filled with nothing but butterflys & small grins..
Still working on it so this is all I have so far
Thursday, February 10, 2011 5:09:07 PM
It comes out and it's nothing but tears
We bleed out
And it blossoms by dear
And they say it
They scream it
It's not sharp enough
It's not deep enough
It's not red enough
And your still not dead enough
So here I sit
And im cutting and slicing
Tearing and bleeding
Im screaming and pleading
And they say it
They scream it
Your still feeling
It's still beating
And your still not dead enough
_Apeth_ 10-22-2010
Monday, January 17, 2011 4:12:39 PM
too many words trying to come out at one time... this is driving me up the wall
Thursday, January 13, 2011 4:26:38 PM
How can I define it if you won't explain it?
If im only lying then why do I feel pain in this?
If I was stupid i'd fight for this.
But I won't, I know it's pointless.
I'm not what you want, no matter how drunk we get.
Drunken words breathe sober thoughts,
But 75% isn't true,
Even though if it was said most of it is.
We go to say it but we stop.
We say it and we are too far gone to remember.
They sleep, and we whisper it.
I'm useless, because I refuse this.
I ignore it and it creeps into my dreams.
I draw it out and its a continous reminder.
I write it out and stow it in my pocket,
And its always there, burning against my skin, a white hot reminder.
It's the sway in our system,
The jack on our breath,
Our loose tounge that lets us speak freely.
It's my heart in my throat, when you hold my hand while we sleep.
My head in a daze when you say the things that make me go crazy.
Its my stomach in knots when you call drunk to yell at me.
Its this drunk love thats driving me crazy.
Thursday, January 13, 2011 4:13:37 PM
well its been forever since I have been on here. Really have any new stuff to put up. Seems like all I do these days is work. But I'm working on a new piece right now and I have one that im about to put up. Hope you enjoy if you read this..... and yes comments would be nice, I would like to know how I am doing with the artwork and the writing.
Friday, September 10, 2010 3:26:33 PM
And I really am sick
Guess the break lasted
Never saw it coming
So I trashed it
Pissed off cuz
You wouldn’t fight for it
And I really am sick
Picture you dead
Just a trick of the lights
Im still living
There’s bodies lying on the floor
Wait, they’re not breathing
Is it you that Im seeing?
And I really am sick
Picture me dead
A gun to my head
Im not breathing
The shallow pool of blood
That Im leaving you
Here, I stand and take my leave
My bodies gone and their left grieving
And I really am sick
So picture us dead
An axe full of dread
I threw it at you
Then hit myself in the head
Picture perfect friends forever
You never got it out
And I couldn’t either
But that’s okay
Because now were friends forever
-Regan-
Monday, May 24, 2010 12:43:14 PM
Guess its sick
you took the words right out of my mouth
and put it to a twist
it isnt the same
when your playing you're game
demanding countrol of the situation
you fail to notice
this isnt a situation you can countrol
it kinda makes sense
cause im sick in the head
and I forgave you
because I flock back to you
your a sorry big shot
and everybody seems to love you
but the more you talk
the more I see
your a joke
and im tired of listening to you.....
-Regan-
Friday, May 21, 2010 8:18:16 AM
inside, living dead
Mary said her words were fake
she pushed them back
and stiched them all away
Mary believed a voice wasnt needed to be heard
she took it out
actions speak louder than words
Mary's heart was broken
she ripped it from her chest
now she hasnt a heart to break
Mary feels you should love without being physical
she took a chainsaw to her arms
now she has no fingers to feel
Some say Mary isn't breathing
they say she isn't living
they worship her as a saint
they shun her as a demon
they speak of her like shes a future
they say shes centuries old
Mary can't breathe
neither dead nor living
a life stolen from her
heaven nor hell willing to take her
without a future there cannot be a past
Mary is the living dead in all of us....
-Regan-
Friday, May 21, 2010 4:14:58 AM
Gun, Poetry
January 20, 2009
It was useless, all this time and your still worthless
its gonna be fine...
Just let me pull the trigger you know I'll make it better
Don't fight this, there isn't time left, quit being stupid
I was to blind to see, you tearing out the life in me
It'll work out (you were my trigger)
I woke up (I'll pull the trigger)
I wanna scream now
Just let me pull the trigger, you know I'll make it better...
So here me out, let me end this now
I'll forgive you, once I pull the trigger
It'll be okay, this will be okay
I'll let you in on my secret
If you just hold still, I'll point it out
With this f***ing trigger
Don't fight this, there isn't time left, quit being stupid
Just let me pull this trigger
You know I'll make it better....
-Regan-
Wednesday, May 19, 2010 9:26:15 AM
Love, artwork, Poetry
Words will never be able to express it
its a matter of skin
a feeling when you think of it
in the bottom of everything that is you
its there
and it begs to be set loose
its the pain when your apart
your insides screaming when your near
And words will never be able to express it
its a matter of life
your breathing ragged and shallow
it is every part of you
it is you
it is them
its painstaking far away and you lose it
its next to you and you cant contain it
no language
no length of words
no hand signs
will ever be able to explain it
It is Love
-Regan-
I drew this awhile back
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