My momma says “be pretty girl”
My dad is on my case
Like. Am I a doll or a member
Of the freakin’ human race?
Everyday they come on like
I’m the family disgrace
Hey momma, hey daddy,
Just get out of my face

Me, I’m just me
Not some crazy kind of creature
But when I go to school
I get hassles from the teacher
She says that when there’s trouble
She knows I’m gonna feature
She’s “heaven knows, I try my best
But I just cannot ‘what I call’ reach her.”

Bad girl, bad girl
With a bad kind of fame
For being the baddest of the bad
Bad girl is my name

The boys all try to hit on me
“let’s go clubbin’ out tonight”
They tell me I’m a babe
I’m such a pretty sight
But when we hit high street
They find out too right
This baby ain’t for dancing
This baby wants to fight!

I’m a dawg, all you people
I’m danger on the prowl
On the street, in the heat
In the gutters mean and foul
Hear my bark, feel my bite
Hear my wolverine growl

Bwahahhaahaa hehe I love it ….yay…

Other fish
By M. Doughty 

A girl with a backpack on a cellular phone sighs;
Between the exhale and the first consonant
A van barrels through her, who knows
What the boy thinks, his line slipping from her voice,
Her words sucked backwards through the wire?
Two hours from now he’ll be drunk,
His slurred thoughts slobbering over motives,
Why she decided suddenly to leave him
And hung up mid-word.

The phone yelps angrily from under a bus,
And she lays splayed like an asterisk
In the dreary sentence of Fourteenth Street.

They say-take it easy, take it slow
They say-give it time and let it grow
They tell me take it one day at a time

They say-that caution never fails
One day-the wind will catch my sails
And take me trough the shadow land, the second hand

And soon I’m gonna climb…
And I’ll be high in the sky
Looking down on the world
Me on my private cloud
Living my daydreams
Wherever I go
Singing my life out loud.

I wanna fuck you like an animal... I wanna feel you from the inside... I wanna fuck you like an animal... My whole existance is flawed... You get me closer to God...

closer by n.i.n

o poem by my gud friend stupid @#$%en trent why u gotta go and die like that damn damn damn



Dev and Deege couldn't take it no more
They didn't like her being on the other side of the door
So they told her that my life's coming to an end
And now they say her heart ain't ever gonna mend.
I just didn't want her to know I'm gonna die
But I didn't wanna tell her a lie
Dev said she cried all night
And her tears dried with the morning light
Dev said that she's come to a somber silence
And that she's forgetting all life's brillance
He says she's gone all sad and soft
And her dreams don't have near as much loft
'Cause now she knows how soon the end will be
And she's worried that God will not see me worthy
To enter through the Pearly Gates
And that my eternity in Hell awaits
She knows I'm scared
And that I'll never be prepaired
For my dying day
So now I'll say an old cliche
I didn't know what I had till it was gone
So I can just hope that she can stay strong
I hope I can watch over her from Heaven
And that I won't be traped in Hell's dungeon


- Jace Trent Sassas

He's seen me
So clearly
Come over
And get my number

He'd come round
He'd break down
Say baby
Don't ever leave me

He'd please me
He'd tease me
One time too
One time too many

hehe great cd

ok i am bored thats talk bout tiny quiet library w/ lil tiny quiet kids running round...IT ISNT NORMAL!!! ok well there are like 10 lil dudes on the other puters, all under the age of bout 11, they r prabably watching porn lol, umm sm old lady reading a book (wow.. i know she is actuslly reading at the library) 2 lil boys running round back prababaly doin smthing we all know is happening lol, ummm this hott az guy reading sm magazine in the corner and bout 5 girls all gossiping and it is way way way way to FUCKING QUIET

Ok well I dnt believe
That we are
On the same page
We never get
To be the
Way we are
Suppose to be
Never to see the truth
Never to see the love
We aren’t meant to be
Just believe me

i feel awake
suddenly able to see
all the world
as if it were hell
of rapes
of murders
of hate
things most are unable to see
things most wish away
of all the shyt
in the world today
these are most common
but everyone makes
themselves blind
to see all the these things,
oblivious
to the rest of the world

i am faded
cant see
i am stopped
cant breath
will you
help me find
what i need?

she treats me so badly
never does nething rite
never in my train of thought or sight
never to realize my reasons
never to help me through my times
never to change like the seasons
never to show ne signs

still in the prime of life
to young to fully understand
the reasons
i do the shyt that i do
messed up to many times
to fix my actions
still havent learned
my lesson

All I need is a word in my head
And I cant stop what is said
Everything will blurt out
That is why I write everything down
Why cant people respect that?
Why cant people not use that?
This is my weakness
I have figured out
That I must live in doubt
Doubt that ppl
Will not read this
Doubt that
Everything will work out
For the good
This is my weakness
I have figured out

Saw all the faces
All the children
All the adults
Every person stared
In amazement
As everyone found out
That their precious
Little girl
wasn’t all good
But instead
Found her
Laying on the floor
Blood around her
Slits at the wrists
Scars on her legs and arms
What should they do?
What should they do?
She was slipping
Just what she wanted
They didn’t know
She loved the pain
And wanted to know
What type of pain it was
If she was dead
Surely she would
Go to hell
Ohh how wonderful
Would that be
But not for her
Family
Oh the pain
It was amazing
Soul slipping
from her body
They couldn’t stop her now
Her existence
Entering the after life
Now she could
Be with the ones
The ones that
Everyone thought
Were perfect
Until it was
To late
The ones that
were weird
Maybe even psychotic
The ones who
Were dead just like her.
Oh the great
Mad family
What the most
Perfect family
…for her.

Handle pressed
Firmly in one hand
Blade slicing at the other
Breaking the smooth skin
Another wound
That has to be opened
Blood trickling out of the cut
So warm…yet so cold as it runs
Onto the floor
The sensation of power
Is over whelming
Tears running from the pain
Yet a smile spread across the face

Everyone can see
That I ant perfect
I never was
I never am gonna be
Why cant ppl just believe me
When I say
Dnt get caught up
With me

trying to find the reason
trying to help you out
but u always seem
to have some doubt
i never wanted
you to get hurt
never want you
to not figure this out
i hope it all gets better
i hope it all works out
tell me the reason
to your sorrow
you dnt have to right now
but know that
i will always be here
even tomorrow