A Hero Amongst the Fallen by Writer-Of-Tragedies, literature
Literature
A Hero Amongst the Fallen
A hero hangs amongst us all
Criticized and forgotten he remains
A mere shadow on the wall.
Then a cry escapes his lips
Mimicking the words of those,
Who are too cowardly to speak of it.
Standing up tall and proud
Towering above the fears
That cover us all.
He comes to show us justice
Even though he only sees,
The cold shoulders and glances
With words of great heed.
There are monsters in the world,
Yet there are heros amongst us too.
All we must do is open our eyes,
And we may become one of them soon.
I take pills to cure sadness
I write poetry in the dark
Yet you ask me what it is that sets me apart.
I am depressed.
I laugh and smile
And feel pain and experience hurt
Then you'll ask me how I could be so heartless in turn.
I am a person.
I cry out in the night
And sing out in pain but when you see my tears
You act all the same.
I am alone.
You tell me you love me
As you turn to leave
And I can't help but wonder
If you even know me.
"I hate you." you say,
Spitting the words at me
In a way, willing me to listen
Forcing me to care.
"Drop dead." you smile,
Showing me life isn't worth while
"No one loves you." you shout,
Without as much as an ounce,
Of hesitation.
You walk away, leaving me
To listen to your footsteps
Descending, along with this hope.
Wishing that with every step,
My heart begins to stop.
Only to hear the dreaded sound,
Drumming in my ear again.
I walk home alone,
Watching as the carlights pass,
Accompanied by the shallow streetlights.
Hoping one will pass by and take me,
Under.
Home, sweet lonesome.
No messages on the machine,
No one
A Monster's Creation by Writer-Of-Tragedies, literature
Literature
A Monster's Creation
They wear skin deep smiles,
And have hollowed out eyes,
With memories they can't erase.
Of hateful words, and unkept promises,
Sweetly whispered words tearing up,
A heart too trusting to hear a lie.
Now damaged, to an extent of mistrust,
Hurting anyone too close,
In fear that they may just love them.
These are the one's walking without hearts,
On their sleeves
After a sweet romance left it's mark,
In the form of a heart-shaped wound.
They are not monsters,
But the creation of them.
Mere nobodies left behind,
Of what used to be.
Alone they suffer,
Just like me.
Foolish Dreamer by Writer-Of-Tragedies, literature
Literature
Foolish Dreamer
Speak, Speak, Speak to me.
What have I done to make you do this to me?
Am I imagining this is happening,
Or is it really true?
Tell me who's the real dreamer,
Me, or you?
Because this life is full of things that we'll never understand,
One of them being why you're holding my hand.
As you say you hate me,
You despise me,
Do you mean what you say,
Or, are you lying in my face?
Testing me, to see if I can win this race?
Of mind over matter,
Heart over head?
I can only hope your not who I thought you were,
Because the person I knew once upon a dream,
Never lied,
Only questioned,
Me.
Atonement with Death by Writer-Of-Tragedies, literature
Literature
Atonement with Death
Does anyone care to tell me why,
The only thing that ever seems to get people together,
Is for the one who held it all together to die?
Is it because it makes people realize the true nature of life,
And it's fragile time?
Or is it only because what seemed to hold them together,
Was taken away, leaving them to shatter?
Leaving behind only fragements of a beautiful lie,
Photographs, memories, all in the shadow of what could've been,
If we had just opened our eyes to let the sun in?
God only knows what the next day may bring,
Heartache, suffering, remorse, regret
Merely only emotions that seem to haunt us within this dreamish world,
Alone As Always. by Writer-Of-Tragedies, literature
Literature
Alone As Always.
I'm alone.
For some reason it's taken too much to realize the simple fact.
It took nine unanwsered calls that led to the same manic message.
It took eight of your absences not including today and the days that followed it.
It took seven hours of waiting for a phone call that never came.
It took six different pills to scrape up enough dignity to want to breathe.
It took five people who saw me sitting by myself asking me "What's wrong?"
It took four minutes everyday to fix my smeared makeup after I stopped crying.
It took three awkward moments when you acted as if I weren't a person.
It took two months of sleepless nights awake undist
Sweet Indecision by Writer-Of-Tragedies, literature
Literature
Sweet Indecision
I've spent more than a decade
Without a purpose
So what should I do this far out
When nothing seems to be worth it?
Worth the time,
The passion,
Leading up to no satisfaction
Should I take the easy way out
And subtract myself from the equation
Ending it all with a bullet
Leaving only the traces?
Or should I walk the line
And take the path less traveled by?
The intimidating road of heartache
Perhaps only leading me up to mistakes
And an eternity of unheard cries.
But regardless of the way
Easy or hard,
Whether or not I'm reckless or scarred
I'll walk my path to find what's true,
Since nothing seems to have a purpose
Ever
The Corpse Bride by Writer-Of-Tragedies, literature
Literature
The Corpse Bride
Her dying lips sing of the tears she has yet to shed
Despite her being dead
Beautiful she is
In her wedding dress
Yet a ring around her finger she's always lacked
Her heart broken and unbeating
From the lover who left
Her for dead
All that's left is a corpse
Filled with withered hopes
And beyond dead dreams
Things that could now no longer hold her together at the seams
And when she's come to atone and set to rest
It's time to go, in this moonlit set
Shattering into butterflies in this dim light
Her soul is set at peace
As this happy ending seems to dissapear into a mere dream
Regardless of what it once seemed to be.
A Hero Amongst the Fallen by Writer-Of-Tragedies, literature
Literature
A Hero Amongst the Fallen
A hero hangs amongst us all
Criticized and forgotten he remains
A mere shadow on the wall.
Then a cry escapes his lips
Mimicking the words of those,
Who are too cowardly to speak of it.
Standing up tall and proud
Towering above the fears
That cover us all.
He comes to show us justice
Even though he only sees,
The cold shoulders and glances
With words of great heed.
There are monsters in the world,
Yet there are heros amongst us too.
All we must do is open our eyes,
And we may become one of them soon.
I take pills to cure sadness
I write poetry in the dark
Yet you ask me what it is that sets me apart.
I am depressed.
I laugh and smile
And feel pain and experience hurt
Then you'll ask me how I could be so heartless in turn.
I am a person.
I cry out in the night
And sing out in pain but when you see my tears
You act all the same.
I am alone.
You tell me you love me
As you turn to leave
And I can't help but wonder
If you even know me.
"I hate you." you say,
Spitting the words at me
In a way, willing me to listen
Forcing me to care.
"Drop dead." you smile,
Showing me life isn't worth while
"No one loves you." you shout,
Without as much as an ounce,
Of hesitation.
You walk away, leaving me
To listen to your footsteps
Descending, along with this hope.
Wishing that with every step,
My heart begins to stop.
Only to hear the dreaded sound,
Drumming in my ear again.
I walk home alone,
Watching as the carlights pass,
Accompanied by the shallow streetlights.
Hoping one will pass by and take me,
Under.
Home, sweet lonesome.
No messages on the machine,
No one
A Monster's Creation by Writer-Of-Tragedies, literature
Literature
A Monster's Creation
They wear skin deep smiles,
And have hollowed out eyes,
With memories they can't erase.
Of hateful words, and unkept promises,
Sweetly whispered words tearing up,
A heart too trusting to hear a lie.
Now damaged, to an extent of mistrust,
Hurting anyone too close,
In fear that they may just love them.
These are the one's walking without hearts,
On their sleeves
After a sweet romance left it's mark,
In the form of a heart-shaped wound.
They are not monsters,
But the creation of them.
Mere nobodies left behind,
Of what used to be.
Alone they suffer,
Just like me.
Foolish Dreamer by Writer-Of-Tragedies, literature
Literature
Foolish Dreamer
Speak, Speak, Speak to me.
What have I done to make you do this to me?
Am I imagining this is happening,
Or is it really true?
Tell me who's the real dreamer,
Me, or you?
Because this life is full of things that we'll never understand,
One of them being why you're holding my hand.
As you say you hate me,
You despise me,
Do you mean what you say,
Or, are you lying in my face?
Testing me, to see if I can win this race?
Of mind over matter,
Heart over head?
I can only hope your not who I thought you were,
Because the person I knew once upon a dream,
Never lied,
Only questioned,
Me.
Atonement with Death by Writer-Of-Tragedies, literature
Literature
Atonement with Death
Does anyone care to tell me why,
The only thing that ever seems to get people together,
Is for the one who held it all together to die?
Is it because it makes people realize the true nature of life,
And it's fragile time?
Or is it only because what seemed to hold them together,
Was taken away, leaving them to shatter?
Leaving behind only fragements of a beautiful lie,
Photographs, memories, all in the shadow of what could've been,
If we had just opened our eyes to let the sun in?
God only knows what the next day may bring,
Heartache, suffering, remorse, regret
Merely only emotions that seem to haunt us within this dreamish world,
Alone As Always. by Writer-Of-Tragedies, literature
Literature
Alone As Always.
I'm alone.
For some reason it's taken too much to realize the simple fact.
It took nine unanwsered calls that led to the same manic message.
It took eight of your absences not including today and the days that followed it.
It took seven hours of waiting for a phone call that never came.
It took six different pills to scrape up enough dignity to want to breathe.
It took five people who saw me sitting by myself asking me "What's wrong?"
It took four minutes everyday to fix my smeared makeup after I stopped crying.
It took three awkward moments when you acted as if I weren't a person.
It took two months of sleepless nights awake undist
Sweet Indecision by Writer-Of-Tragedies, literature
Literature
Sweet Indecision
I've spent more than a decade
Without a purpose
So what should I do this far out
When nothing seems to be worth it?
Worth the time,
The passion,
Leading up to no satisfaction
Should I take the easy way out
And subtract myself from the equation
Ending it all with a bullet
Leaving only the traces?
Or should I walk the line
And take the path less traveled by?
The intimidating road of heartache
Perhaps only leading me up to mistakes
And an eternity of unheard cries.
But regardless of the way
Easy or hard,
Whether or not I'm reckless or scarred
I'll walk my path to find what's true,
Since nothing seems to have a purpose
Ever
The Corpse Bride by Writer-Of-Tragedies, literature
Literature
The Corpse Bride
Her dying lips sing of the tears she has yet to shed
Despite her being dead
Beautiful she is
In her wedding dress
Yet a ring around her finger she's always lacked
Her heart broken and unbeating
From the lover who left
Her for dead
All that's left is a corpse
Filled with withered hopes
And beyond dead dreams
Things that could now no longer hold her together at the seams
And when she's come to atone and set to rest
It's time to go, in this moonlit set
Shattering into butterflies in this dim light
Her soul is set at peace
As this happy ending seems to dissapear into a mere dream
Regardless of what it once seemed to be.
My future shattered in my eyes
But it's not really a surprise
I can't believe I believed your lies
You say you did it out of love.
Hid the truth to keep my tears away,
But truth and tears come out today,
There's no apologies you can say
Apologies I'm tired of.
I still love you but I can't try
Or even hope to say goodbye
I'll be here waiting until I die
Forever, like I promised you,
I am so empty without you here,
The pain drowned out with every tear,
Today I'm living my greatest fear
But you already knew.
This was what you had to do
We were scared. It was impossible to hide that. It hung around us like a plague, like a black cloud covering our lives. Well, the lives we had now. Take a man from his home and give him a gun, tell him to kill. If that's a life, then what happened was a tragedy. But, if you ask any one of us, we were just units. We had lives, sure. But they weren't here. They were home. We were husbands, we were sons, we were students, we were teachers. We were pretty much anything you could imagine. But that was all back home. Here, we were just soldiers. And we were lucky to be that. As I looked around, I saw the faces. Some of them were tired, some of them
In loving memory
Of what's left behind
The darkness creeps
Upon the glistenings traces of it
Loving him
Kissing him
Was bliss
Upon any other
The way I felt could not fully show
Of how I felt about him
Darkness creeps closer
I walk backwards into this darkness
Backwards into the arms of darkness
To be held
To be loved
He was always there
So was I
Loved him so
Felt so nice
I'm a rather odd character. Spectators and critics may not speak too kindly of this darkened character of which I speak. My name is Victoria, I prefer not to be call Vicky, the name is disgusting and I find it very stereotypical of people to think I actually choose that name preference. You all may refer to me as Victoria, Tori, or just by my username Writer of Tragedies. Although I tend to be the victim of them rather than the writer of them. I read vampire novels. I'm not a twilight fan, I read the books and they were okay. But I don't see why everyone's raving over it so much it's too over comercialized for me. I read real vampire novels that don't involve any "bedazzled" vampires. Because well when that shimmer and glam fades no ones gonna like it. I'd prefer not to have a boyfriend that matches my purse [I don't really have one]. But if you have any more questions just ask. I promise not to bite. :D
Current Residence: Wonderland Favourite genre of music: screamo/rock/alternative/deathcore Favourite style of art: Traditional Darkroom Photography MP3 player of choice: ipod nano Favourite cartoon character: Gir Personal Quote: "It's better not to make assumptions about me, I'm an unpredictable person."
Favourite Visual Artist
Mike Shinoda
Favourite Movies
The Crow
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Slipknot, Disturbed, AFI, Quiet Drive,The Medic Droid, Blue October, The Cure, Marilyn Manson, etc.
Hello Everyone,
How are you all? I've been better but I've most definitely been worse. I'm on Spring Break now, but without plans I'm just laying around the house waiting for the days to pass. But it's just been so long since I've heard from most of you. I was just checking in for a minute to see how you all are. Until then.
Yours In Eternity,
Victoria
Hello everyone,
It is with my great displeasure to announce the fourth death of a student at my school this year. The first two students died earlier in the school year in a car accident, the third student was hit by a car (and was a friend), and the fourth was shot in the beginning of this week. I wasn't exactly sure what was happening at first after seeing the news crews, and police. I hadn't learned the news yet, (seeing as i don't watch the weather and news channel in the mornings). And when I had learned, I found that I'd recognized him as one of the many faces that I remembered from the times spent in the hallways. And I fou
Hello Everyone,
It seems like an eternity seen I've adressed everyone. And I'd just like to say that things have been going a little better. *knock on wood* And that I hope you enjoy the few poems I've presented. And well that's pretty much it. Have a Happy Christmas and New Year. And here's to new beginnings.:)
Yours in Eternity,
Tori.
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