The Suicide Generation by Jeffrey-Heartbreak, literature
Literature
The Suicide Generation
Welcome back to the dark ages,
Welcome back oh plague and sin.
Living on our meager wages,
And to temptation giving in.
Hiding in our homes like cages,
Drowning our thoughts with tonic and gin.
We've banished our wisest sages,
And buried ourselves up to our chin.
This is the generation of suicide.
These are the days of blight.
We are the one who wished we died,
Instead of rising to the fight.
Some give up before they tried,
They never try to do it right.
Although they stand side-by-side,
They will never see the light.
And To-morrow they will take no action.
And To-morrow they will piss and moan.
Today is lacking satisfaction,
The seeds not
Alive And Awake,
Baked, and ready for the day.
I allow time to slow it's roll
And I laze around aimless.
It feels good to stop,
Breathe, and start from the top,
Taking it a step at a time.
Slow and steady; in a stonerly pace.
But you know what they say,
Slow and steady wins the race.
Under the Crimson Dawn by Jeffrey-Heartbreak, literature
Literature
Under the Crimson Dawn
The sun rises somewhere..
Enveloped in clouds, a crimson collar,
Somewhere above the sea at dawn.
In twilight, tiny raindrops fall
As my tiny teardrops are reflected.
From the dark depths of deep blues
Something sinister stirs..
Waves simulate my sounding sadness
Seeking your love like I once did.
Crashing upon the shorelines of your body
As they go down, crashing upon you
Breaking you down, and crashing upon you
And moving on, and crashing upon you
Under the crimson dawn somewhere.
~Jeffrey Heartbreak
Could I bum a cigarette?? by Jeffrey-Heartbreak, literature
Literature
Could I bum a cigarette??
It's just me..
Sulking, Sleeping, searching for smoke,
Screaming in Stereo (Headphones)
So no hears my suppressed sorrow.
But then there's you...
You must have gotten on the wrong bus,
Because (Believe-it-or-not)
I seldom sail with sympathetic sailors.
Though, sympathy isn't sense,
So, in a sense, there are no sailors.
Thank you for understanding.
Thank you for the cigarette.
Jeffrey Heartbreak
Single Serving Friends by Jeffrey-Heartbreak, literature
Literature
Single Serving Friends
Due south from Detroit,
Lets give this a chance.
My window seats the sight
But to the left I glance
At an Angel who sits adjacent
Dressed in all black.
At the Bus' commencement
we put silence in a sack.
To different destinations
But here we share routes.
To both our complications
And never ending doubts
We share a heart to heart
Until our journey ends.
Our paths now part
As the Bus comes to a complete stop.
~Jeffrey Heartbreak
Outstanding Social Standards,
And unpleasant snowy scenery have met their match
Casting us to the cold without the crowds.
The warm eyes from inside just eat us up,
We're the talk about town, In the cold as usual.
The casual smoke prior to our escapade
Begins before the tower
Where they watch with envious eyes.
Only somehow one day they'll see..
(What we see; looking down from the top
Of a frozen throne with a burning scepter
taking drag after tragic drag)
What it's like being cool.
~Jeffrey Fucking Heartbreak
To Love Like A Cloud by Jeffrey-Heartbreak, literature
Literature
To Love Like A Cloud
Hello cloud, my fair-weather friend above.
I have but a favor to ask of you.
Now before you leave, be a friend so true
Please, hear a story of a broken love.
Sterling silver tape strangles still my heart
Forever Forsaken I am to her.
And now like your winds beginning to stir.
I am shaken, broken, falling apart
Tears now fall like your beautiful rain.
To smile is to suffer, dreary days
They take me over like your thunder's brawn.
You are just like me, but without my pain.
My love is a cloud, a cloud never stays.
And now just like you.. I am moving on.
~Jeffrey Heartbreak
Knocks on doors that have..... by Jeffrey-Heartbreak, literature
Literature
Knocks on doors that have.....
Knocks on Doors that have never been opened.
The Swans have eaten the doves Like confounded crack fiends
That won't get up until they've gotten their next fix.
But this isn't your fault, no not at all.
You have been busy with doctor visits since the doves arrived.
But the swans are now vultures.
And you never gave me time to clean the gun.
God damn you. I can't tell if we're working out.
But I do know we're out of doves, and the swans are hungry.
~Jeffrey fucking Heartbreak
Down the Hall, Behind the Door by Jeffrey-Heartbreak, literature
Literature
Down the Hall, Behind the Door
There's a mirror made of diamonds,
Down the hall,
Behind the Door.
And there's another stolen body,
In the room,
Upon the floor.
She got a little nosy.
Turned the knob,
And Saw his face.
The Misses Met her Mister,
And the mistress,
In their grace.
There's a mirror made of diamonds,
Down the hall,
In the room.
Where the misses takes her musket
To the mouth
Of her Groom
Then she got a little edgy,
Lit a smoke,
Pulled the trigger.
Takes another shot of whiskey,
Men in blood,
Women bitter.
There's a mirror made of Diamonds,
Down the hall
Stained in red.
From two lovers and a widow,
Upon the floor,
Feeling Dead.
~Jeff
The Suicide Generation by Jeffrey-Heartbreak, literature
Literature
The Suicide Generation
Welcome back to the dark ages,
Welcome back oh plague and sin.
Living on our meager wages,
And to temptation giving in.
Hiding in our homes like cages,
Drowning our thoughts with tonic and gin.
We've banished our wisest sages,
And buried ourselves up to our chin.
This is the generation of suicide.
These are the days of blight.
We are the one who wished we died,
Instead of rising to the fight.
Some give up before they tried,
They never try to do it right.
Although they stand side-by-side,
They will never see the light.
And To-morrow they will take no action.
And To-morrow they will piss and moan.
Today is lacking satisfaction,
The seeds not
Alive And Awake,
Baked, and ready for the day.
I allow time to slow it's roll
And I laze around aimless.
It feels good to stop,
Breathe, and start from the top,
Taking it a step at a time.
Slow and steady; in a stonerly pace.
But you know what they say,
Slow and steady wins the race.
Under the Crimson Dawn by Jeffrey-Heartbreak, literature
Literature
Under the Crimson Dawn
The sun rises somewhere..
Enveloped in clouds, a crimson collar,
Somewhere above the sea at dawn.
In twilight, tiny raindrops fall
As my tiny teardrops are reflected.
From the dark depths of deep blues
Something sinister stirs..
Waves simulate my sounding sadness
Seeking your love like I once did.
Crashing upon the shorelines of your body
As they go down, crashing upon you
Breaking you down, and crashing upon you
And moving on, and crashing upon you
Under the crimson dawn somewhere.
~Jeffrey Heartbreak
Could I bum a cigarette?? by Jeffrey-Heartbreak, literature
Literature
Could I bum a cigarette??
It's just me..
Sulking, Sleeping, searching for smoke,
Screaming in Stereo (Headphones)
So no hears my suppressed sorrow.
But then there's you...
You must have gotten on the wrong bus,
Because (Believe-it-or-not)
I seldom sail with sympathetic sailors.
Though, sympathy isn't sense,
So, in a sense, there are no sailors.
Thank you for understanding.
Thank you for the cigarette.
Jeffrey Heartbreak
Single Serving Friends by Jeffrey-Heartbreak, literature
Literature
Single Serving Friends
Due south from Detroit,
Lets give this a chance.
My window seats the sight
But to the left I glance
At an Angel who sits adjacent
Dressed in all black.
At the Bus' commencement
we put silence in a sack.
To different destinations
But here we share routes.
To both our complications
And never ending doubts
We share a heart to heart
Until our journey ends.
Our paths now part
As the Bus comes to a complete stop.
~Jeffrey Heartbreak
Outstanding Social Standards,
And unpleasant snowy scenery have met their match
Casting us to the cold without the crowds.
The warm eyes from inside just eat us up,
We're the talk about town, In the cold as usual.
The casual smoke prior to our escapade
Begins before the tower
Where they watch with envious eyes.
Only somehow one day they'll see..
(What we see; looking down from the top
Of a frozen throne with a burning scepter
taking drag after tragic drag)
What it's like being cool.
~Jeffrey Fucking Heartbreak
To Love Like A Cloud by Jeffrey-Heartbreak, literature
Literature
To Love Like A Cloud
Hello cloud, my fair-weather friend above.
I have but a favor to ask of you.
Now before you leave, be a friend so true
Please, hear a story of a broken love.
Sterling silver tape strangles still my heart
Forever Forsaken I am to her.
And now like your winds beginning to stir.
I am shaken, broken, falling apart
Tears now fall like your beautiful rain.
To smile is to suffer, dreary days
They take me over like your thunder's brawn.
You are just like me, but without my pain.
My love is a cloud, a cloud never stays.
And now just like you.. I am moving on.
~Jeffrey Heartbreak
Knocks on doors that have..... by Jeffrey-Heartbreak, literature
Literature
Knocks on doors that have.....
Knocks on Doors that have never been opened.
The Swans have eaten the doves Like confounded crack fiends
That won't get up until they've gotten their next fix.
But this isn't your fault, no not at all.
You have been busy with doctor visits since the doves arrived.
But the swans are now vultures.
And you never gave me time to clean the gun.
God damn you. I can't tell if we're working out.
But I do know we're out of doves, and the swans are hungry.
~Jeffrey fucking Heartbreak
Down the Hall, Behind the Door by Jeffrey-Heartbreak, literature
Literature
Down the Hall, Behind the Door
There's a mirror made of diamonds,
Down the hall,
Behind the Door.
And there's another stolen body,
In the room,
Upon the floor.
She got a little nosy.
Turned the knob,
And Saw his face.
The Misses Met her Mister,
And the mistress,
In their grace.
There's a mirror made of diamonds,
Down the hall,
In the room.
Where the misses takes her musket
To the mouth
Of her Groom
Then she got a little edgy,
Lit a smoke,
Pulled the trigger.
Takes another shot of whiskey,
Men in blood,
Women bitter.
There's a mirror made of Diamonds,
Down the hall
Stained in red.
From two lovers and a widow,
Upon the floor,
Feeling Dead.
~Jeff
I'm an alien,
from outer space,
without a physical face.
Metamorphing humanoid,
I can become anyone,
mimic the society I am in.
I've turn myself,
into someone else,
so many times.
I've lost myself,
I am anyone now,
who am I again?
Metal eagles flying in dark black sky's
Burning planet soaked with blood red eyes
Creatures killing to get their needed highs
With murderess feelings and cold hearted lies
The seas of red, swell to drown them all
The ground beneath them will break and fall
The spewing volcano's never spat so tall
The dead are used to build a human wall
The screaming and gnashing, the growing pain
Are so called loved ones sacrificed for others gain
The sky then opens to pour out its acid rain
The sun then falls, never to shine again
We could of listened, to slow the pace
We could of tried to save the human race
We could of tried to protect this place
But no
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness,
The first two are guaranteed, while the third is just a pursuit,
Never to be attained, because when capitalism
Creates winners and losers,
Both complain anyway.
It's the human condition:
Our low self-esteem
Raging against our Patriotic seams,
Success, regress,
Depression, progression,
A constant fluctuation in our nation as alliteration analyzes the air from my lips,
And rhyming weaves rhythm into our delusion and confusion,
Because something says you can't understand what I'm saying anyway,
Generation of apathy and technology;
But you won't put down your phones and listen to
They told me not to drink the water,
But I drank it anyways.
Everything I touched became covered in a layer of soot,
I desperately ran to every wall I could find,
Writing obscenities on the walls in huge letters.
I had my fingerprints on everything.
I used to write these words in fire,
Before I was left with ashes.
They told me not to drink the water,
But I drank it anyways.
The hallucinogenic that traced the water supply
Seeped into my bloodstream,
And all I can remember was
Seeing a tall building
Before I went cross-eyed.
Buildings that expansive
Shouldnt stare back at you like that.
They told me not to drink the wate
Our Bond is Like Nothing Else by mexican-polarbear, literature
Literature
Our Bond is Like Nothing Else
Our bond is like nothing else
We’re strung together like the knots on shoelaces
or like the ends of hoodie strings
We fight and make up
with a simple glance and
Nothing you ever do
will change the way we’re tangled together
like hair in the morning
or christmas twinkle lights
Our bond is like nothing else
Whether you like it or not
Will you be my Christmas Present?
I'd love to take you home.
We'd listen to beautiful music
Or perhaps make some of our own!
Will you be my Christmas Present?
I have added you to my list.
Maybe I'd better tell you,
I take very good care of my gifts!
Will you be my Christmas Present?
I'll wrap you up with a red bow.
Then I'll bundle you in a parka
And we'll play all day in the snow.
Will you be my Christmas Present?
I simply have to confess--
I really love you very much,
And I'm hoping that you'll say YES!
The Suicide Generation by Jeffrey-Heartbreak, literature
Literature
The Suicide Generation
Welcome back to the dark ages,
Welcome back oh plague and sin.
Living on our meager wages,
And to temptation giving in.
Hiding in our homes like cages,
Drowning our thoughts with tonic and gin.
We've banished our wisest sages,
And buried ourselves up to our chin.
This is the generation of suicide.
These are the days of blight.
We are the one who wished we died,
Instead of rising to the fight.
Some give up before they tried,
They never try to do it right.
Although they stand side-by-side,
They will never see the light.
And To-morrow they will take no action.
And To-morrow they will piss and moan.
Today is lacking satisfaction,
The seeds not
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Going nuts with Finals. I only have two left though, so I'll have some more writings up soon. It's hard in college lol. I have some good lyrics though!!
~Everything's a Miracle~
by Swimming with Dolphins
~~~
As we begin descending faster than illumination
You hold me steady
Yeah, you show no fear or
limitation
You turn the ocean tide
You shake me up inside
The way I feel with you words can't describe
I don't know why or how
But I can't disavow I've
never felt the way I feel right
now.
So, don't burn out
Just don't burn out
I've got the brightest star you'll ever find
Even the sun is jealous of the way you shine
We are the c
Hello world, Happy December! I'm back from my unannounced, though unrecognized hiatus. I've brought to you some more about the cool kids. And a little bit of a song that's been rollin through my head.
myCHEMICALromance
I never told you what I do for a living...
~~
Another knife in my hands
A stain that never comes off the sheets
Clean me off
I'm so dirty babe
It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't just for the fame
It's for the bodies I claim and lose
Only go so far 'til you bury them
So deep and down we go
And we'll all dance alone to the tune of your death
We'll love again, we'll laugh again
And it's better off this way
Lalalalala... Today's song of inspiration just so happens to be some Freshman 15.
~~
Please don't let me... Do this alone,
Cause if you do I'll never forget you.
And you know as well as I do that I'm no poet.
Well it's just, Oh, well I adore you and I just wanted you to know it ;)
Pardon me while I trip all over my words, But It's just what you do to me
You make me nervous, and you do this, OH! So! Gracefully.
Kiss me goodbye, when your lips touch mine for the last time.
Open your eyes and watch my heart break tonight.
Kiss me goodbye, when your lips touch mine for the last time.
Open your eyes and watch my heart break tonight.
Ki