Repunzel

I've been feeling like I've been locked in a tower. So high up that the air is getting thinner. It's being bitter to my lungs, clinging like ice does on the morning of the first winter day. I make myself pretty every morning, trying my hardest to make sure that there isn't a flaw on my skin. But that's impossible, I can't erase who I am and how I look. Even if my princes cannot examine every single curve and smooth features of my skin, I must make myself look presentable... maybe not for them... but for myself.

Sometimes, there are men down my tower, asking me to let my hair down. But I had clipped my wings and my hair all the same. There was nothing that I could do to let them up. I was concealed forever to be alone. So sooner or later, the men got bored of waiting. They were annoyed that I wouldn't come down, stopping their balads and poems for me.

So there I watched, leaning over my balcony to watch lovers pass me by. With their giggles and kisses scaring my heart, I watched as if frozen. The ice around my lungs crept into my heart, filling the deep spaces of darkness within me.

And, of course, I take a bit from my poisoned apple, sleeping away the rest of my days. I lay in my velvet bed, waiting for my prince to come through the thorns that grow around my heart.

There is no evil witch... No evil source. No dragon slay, but my own. And yet when I yearned to be my own independence, I was helplessly trying to grasp the hero of my tale.

But I am no princess, and no royalty lies with in me. I am but the girl who reads the stories she is told... I am the fool that lingers on the darkness that consumes me. I long for the moment I am saved. My Prince on the Black Horse, where are thou now? Free me from the thorns, free me from death and loneliness...

I wait for you, my love. I have no note of your face, but I know your heart. Find me, so that we may both be free of the horrors of the world. But like I said, I'm but a child, yearning for love... The child that sings...

"Someday... my Prince will come... Someday my Prince will come..."

[::Being In Love With Being In Love With You::]

You would always start our conversations with a question like “Why”: And with each one, it got harder to get by:I thought it would be easy:To tell you what I wanted to say:to say I loved you:But it wasn’t as simple to do:Because you had those dark eyes that made me freeze:Had those lips that begged to be pleased:Had that hair that made you innocent:And had that body that kept me spent:

You always thought that you weren’t perfect:But every time I fell for you, I didn’t regret it:So I’ll answer all your questions in this song for you:But I know there’s nothing I can do:To make it up to you:I know I can’t change your mind:But I hope this makes you completely mine


I never thought it would end up this way:You were always there to tell me it would be okay:I wasn’t prepared for what was to come:But you never regretted what we’d done:You always called me to see how things were:I always called to check on if I went too far:But you never regretted it:You never fought it:You just smiled at me with those ruby lips:And I never felt so blessed:To be with someone as perfect as you:And knowing no one else can do what you do:

[:::Chorus:::]

When you rushed out of my arms to help someone in need:When you spared your meals for someone to feed:I know this sounds real bad:For someone to fall for a girl like that:I thought what I wanted was a super model:That could show me all the things she knew:But instead what I got was you:And it was all I wanted:You were all I needed:Because you were my Goddess that had my praises:You were the woman that taught me what love is

[:::Chorus:::]

Then that’s when I knew:I’d give it all up for you:That’s when I knew:That all I wanted to do:Was to ask you this next line:That I hope would make you mine:That maybe next time:This wouldn’t be just a rhyme:Maybe I should hold off:Until we both grow up:But
I just want you to know:There isn’t anyone out there who knows:You more than I do:More than I do:You don’t have to answer now:But I hope you will soon:You don’t need to ask how:But let’s hope this doesn’t ruin:Don’t answer and don’t ask any questions, however:Let’s run away together

Everyone Who Cares to Care

I thought that if I let time pass me by, I wouldn't be its slave anymore. I wanted to much to feel like everything was going on like it normally did. I remember all the times that seemed to push me into an abyss of black and coldness. My heart had freezed over into eternal winter because of my past. Then I realized, that the reason my heart melted into a warm glow, was because of that past.

Time really wanted me to realize, that I took for granted my childhood. All the laughs and jokes; all the tears and language... It was all taken for granted.

I cried last night, knowing that... This was it. I could never go back. I crossed the line, and I was too far to turn back. I realised that I wanted nothing more than to turn back time and video tape all the moments I faced. All the sad and the happy. The boxes and boxes of notes, letters, pictures... The photo albums filled with pictures... They didn't capture the moments I wanted. I wanted EVERY single moment to be mine again... But I can't possibly go back, can I?

Today it hit me... Orientation at Avon High School. My friends are all telling me how great it was, how exited, how nervous. Why don't I feel that way? Why do I have to go to a different school that never held my heart like this one?

When I left, when it was for sure I wasn't coming back... The people that couldn't care less were missing me. They were hugging me, saying I was a good kid. Well...

If nothing bad is happening in my life so far, why do I feel so lousy? It's just like looking at the pictures I took of those moments... I can see the happiness... Recall all the words. The echoing sensations that had my heart feeling heavy... but I'll never be in their pictures anymore... I'll never be part of that circle. I'm out... for good.

I guess I have to wake up on Thursday... and realize it wasn't a dream... and face the reality that is my illusion.

Michelle

[Finally, a poem not created by Suicidal Treason, but I really think it should be. It's too beautiful, funcy words...XD Anyways... Here is how I feel...]

Lust

The aphrodisiac is making its way to a place that won’t complain
And it is hard to hide it at my disdain
The tongue inside my mouth is on auction for you
You alone know what it can do
The worthlessness is too far in between
With you I feel, oh so, filthy and clean
Continuously indulge myself in aberrant bliss
Savor in your bloody kiss
The kisses that I live for are too short to catch
The blazing passion is only yours to match
Mold your body roughly against mine
I am your sweet and corrupted wine
You slip into secret places uninvited
And you have the nerve to get me all excited
As much as I want to make you more than my friend
I know so well that it would be our end

[ Broken Music Box]
[By: Suicidal Treason]

It’s been a while since I’ve looked back at things: I couldn’t figure out how it pulled my strings: I just thought that maybe if I did what I was told: Everything would fade away and get old: But what happens when the music box breaks: And you try to tape it together and do whatever it takes: To keep it alive: To keep it right: Next to you when you sleep: Because it’s all that you can keep: It’s all that you don’t want to remember: It’s all that you can’t forget

[Nostalgia is My Paranoia]

Past feelings crept back today:Blood lost through Black Decay:Cuts and bruises were my own:Hurting myself alone:No one seems to listen:When you’re bent and broken:There’s no one who cares:Too caught up in their own affairs:Tell yourself to keep sinking:Start dreaming and stop thinking

The Whore of Your Bleeding Art
By: Suicidal Treason

Yesterday and this morning was the happiest day of my life. The sky was as blue as the eyes I yearned for. My heart was as light as the feeling I wanted. The people I was with... the most amazing people you could ever meet. I wanted so much to freeze-frame every moment. I wanted to record every laugh and every comment. The sun shone with the brightest rays. The lands glistened with the most beautiful liquid kisses. I was sin-free for over twenty four hours... Do you know how beautiful that is? Do you know how happy I was? I promised a friend that I would cry tears of joy... but before I could ever let a blissful tear go... My heart turned black as the void that I lusted for. I was heartbroken... and it wasn't insantly. It wasn't like before when you hit into something so fast and so hard and it hurt afterwards. This kind of hurt was something that was so slow. The most heart shattering moment freeze framed... The moment I didn't want to capture. Who ever knew that I could be happy, you know? I'm so grateful for the happiness I was given, or maybe I'm just saying this because I want to be rewarded for being so good... I'm so twisted aren't I?! I'm such a bitch for ever believing that I deserved this! This is a devil's paradise!--and I'm letting myself live in it! I am an undeserving whore... and a lot of people would agree... But why am I crying?...Why am I crying when it's all my fault... No one cares... No one ever reads these anyways... They think I'm screaming out for attention... but I never get it unless I threaten to leave or die. No one in this world loves me in the way I always wanted... -Whispers.- I just hope... that He does...It's weird... It's going to rain soon...-Bursts into tears, irl-

Pictures of Michelle

Damn straight! Be blinded by the black light! Shwoooo-w00t!

It's hard to stay alive because of al the things that happen around you...

Here's something from my life.

My parents:

I don't know where I'm coming from. I may sound selfish, but that's the result of almost fourteen years of damnation. Yeah, my life is a living hell, and I'm not joking either.

I'm the eldest of four kids. I'm the one that was born before the parentals ever got married. I'm the mistake... the "beauitful" mistake.

I always have to be perfect. I have to wear the right clothes, look the right way, speak the proper things, and do everything I'm told. Get good grades. Get good friends. Get a good life. Well fuck that.

I'm just a teenager and people are expecting me to be a like a freaking super star. I have good grades. I try to get good friends. I want to have a good life. I'm not perfect, and you can't expect me to be that way. It's never like that. You can't do that. That's fucked up.

I don't know why my parents always shove me with bullshit, saying that they love me. The only love they sport is the kind of love they -have- to have. As parents they are obligated to love their children. Their love is a privelage not a pleasure. I don't have the privelage; it's always on and off.

No matter how many times my other siblings go hay-wire... it doesn't matter. They can hit, annoy, scream, complain, cry, bad mouth who ever and whenever they fucking want. They always get away with it. When I say always, it's always. No joke. I know they're young, but the "parents" know that they should start teaching respect NOW so they can grow up to be better kids.

At first, I thought therapy would help. It's helping me but not them. And if they aren't helping... I'm not getting anywhere.

These are the small things that gets them hitting me, yelling at me, bitching at me, and involving me.

1. If I look at them wrong.
2. If I sigh.
3. If I even put my voice in a fucking tone louder or higher.
4. If I don't answer the first time.
5. If I don't do EVERYTHING I'm told.
6. If I embarass them with things that a true.
7. If I have a lower grade than an A.
8. If I have bad friends.
9. If I listen to music they don't like.
10. If I read things that aren't in their liking.
11. When I'm right...

You may think that they have to get mad at me if I push these 11 things too far right? Well yeah... but keep this in mind:

1. I get A's B's and Occasional C's.
2. I have mostly good friends, I'm determined not to be influenced the wrong way.
3. I don't do drugs.
4. I don't drink.
5. I don't do anything completely intolerably illegal.
6. I've never been kicked out of school.


[To be continued.]

My parents are yelling at me again...

~*~

Life isn't as easy as I thought it up to be. It leaves you bent and broken in places you can't even see. Sometimes you want to hold on to things that aren't really there... yet there are other things that are beyond blissful compare. There are things that trap you. They make you do things that you don't want to do. I don't know why I want to cling on to those things, but I love the ignorance it brings. Ignorance is bliss? Well I've had a lot to miss. I don't want to miss a moment. I don't want to miss an instant even if this lovely obsession turns into a rant. I've fallen in love with things here when at times, they aren't even clear. To me, imperfections are perfect and things that are truly considered beautiful is wrecked. I'm such a strange viewer of the world I live in. I'm a follower of God that continues to sin. I want more than ever to stop the lies and say my unending goodbyes. I thank the world that all of you love me... but I can't see how this can be... Farewell.

~*~

Kiss me kill me that is his way, wrap me in a blanket of decay. Keep me showered with attention that's gold into ways that are dead and old. Just close your eyes and keep your skin, so once more I won't let you in. They told me before that you were sweet, a heart always in sync a beat.
But blood poured from mine way too fast, a heart that was to weak to last. I'm guessing this won't even catch your eyes, yet this is how I'll say my goodbyes. Goodnight to all and to all a good night, so alone I can face my on going fight.

~*~

I should have listened to my friends here. I should have listened to you. There are people here who wouldn't have given a shit if I left or not. I guess I should have taken my own advice from all those years ago. The guilt I've harbored on the ones I love is too much for even me to bear. I should have pressed the knife further but not into their skin. I should have reversed the blade and drove it into my own sin. The world is spinning faster than the waves that washed me away. The night is my Queen, yet she no longer holds her sway. I thought that I was slipping down into the depths of that fountain. The fountain that held my emotions and swirled around just like a rage of currents. I was being pulled down so far I couldn't breathe, and no one was there to pull me up... I guess I've done the worse... because I figured out that I was in love... But it takes two to love and not just one, and I have to suffer for what I've done. So no one could pull me out, just like before... That's the story of my life's gore. The worse thing is?-- He isn't here anymore. The one I loved and could cry to. He left because I told him to, and all he said was "I love you". So where are those wings with the brightests feathers?-- That I can cry into and fall into bliss. Why am I so selfish... when it's my fault that he has gone amiss. I am alone indeed.

The moon no longer holds her sway, my love. This is a love stained with blood that shall never wash off. A scar that shall never vanish is a scar indeed. This is a hate that is purified with lust. It runs in your veins like poisonous wine. You are my angel, my love. To let go is to forever be a lawful companion of God’s words… To give in is to spend the rest of our lives, together, as condemned lovers. Oh, what choice shall I choose, what not upon yourself? My darling let us be the happiest sinning lambs on God’s plain. Let us run to a place where nothing matters but us, our Kingdom, our Heaven. <3 Michelle I am condemned…

I’m sick and tired of the Regret that seems to just love running over my heart.
The memories flooded over me until my compassion was torn apart.
I’m just speeding down Suicidal Lane again, as fast as I can.
And if I can’t hitch a ride with you, I’ll just create my own plan.
And I remembered what you said; I wish I could forget.
But just recalling all those blissful times, makes me want to regret. 
I’ve been damaged before and believe me it wasn’t nice.
I’ve been scarred and bled by those I loved and it led me to turn to ice.
But what I can’t understand is the pain that you think is pleasure.
Because of you, there is so much more hurt to measure.
So why did you whisper in my ear that everything would be just fine.
When I finally figured out at last, that you would never be mine?

The Broken Reflection


Oh, beautiful being with the sorrowful heart why did you deny yourself twice? I thought she wanted to join me in blissful salvation. I guessed the girl did not like trying her hardest. I thought this female wanted to stop her immoral addictions. I guess she could not escape. Words of promise poured from a lush mouth. It was but bitter wine, the form of sin. Those lips devoured lies and spat them out in many directions. Her mind had played games on her and everyone about. Did she lie or did she forget? Was temptation that strong? I thought I was set for life. I thought my companion had come. We could have been sisters of eternal truth and light with bliss. But her head turned away from that mirror of hers. The mirror that shows the truth of whom you are. She shattered it with ignorance, a stone of lies and hate. It was a common thing that surprised me so much. I had seen it so many times. I did not want to see it happen to her. The torn image of a promising young woman was too much to bear; it tore me inside. I guess I preferred to see life one way. I guess I just wanted her to live. She pulled away from me more often. I knew I was not a good enough reason for her to convert. I was not forcing this fragile thing into a cult; I let her rule herself. Is there where I went wrong; was it my fault? This girl is not acting the way she tried to promise. An Angel was drunk with sinning wine and memories, influences that drugged her dry. She was not as strong as I believed. I lost hope in her, this girl of dark promises. Every time she passed a mirror the reflection was not hers to keep. I guess this human shattered the mirror too deep. She became one of them again and again… Not knowing the cause of her pain. I wanted to pull her out this time, by force… Yet young woman seemed so happy. I did not want to strip that away from her, not again… but it was too fake for me to handle. Maybe everything was better off this way. I should not need to bring out a new mirror for her. She should find one herself, one as dark and damp as the others, no longer able to clean the sins off. I grabbed her hand before she fell; I did. I saved from the burning hell. I needed a companion so that I would not be lonely… But there I was, when she fell on her own. She wanted the darkness more than I knew. This time, I let her go. I didn’t think it was worth it to dive in after her this time around. So now I watch her; the beautiful image of her whole was an image indeed. These girl’s eyes were no longer sorrowful or understanding. She was more care free and elegant. The mask was placed delicately upon her face; it was eating her emotions dry. I wanted to take her, hold her… devour her cries. Yet, I stood there, completely still. I was different from her; I was stronger. I could push away a thought in a second. I was not as weak as her, but I almost wanted to be. I almost wanted to be like a child again and again. Having the heart and body so innocent and fragile. I yearned for everything ignorance gave. Comfort, guidance, love, and protection. I needed it all; I wanted it all… But I could not go back… I think, I was scared of going back to that state. I didn’t want it at all. I remembered I hated it. All of it was just a lie that I would have to harbor again and sob over it again. It was too much, too much to bear. This –was- how it was supposed to be. I could never change that even if I wanted to. She belonged there and I here. There was nothing else that I could have done. She’s trapped inside the box, and I was trapped out. 
“I watched her from behind dark eyes, and thought about all the lies. I watch behind burning eyes, and devoured all her lies.”

[Here is another song by Suicidal Treason, my favorite band. It's my favorite song so far.]

[Joyride, Suicidal Treason]

[+]I have to swallow my pride [+] I can’t purge my pain [+] Let’s take a joyride [+] Speed down Suicidal Lane [+] Consuming all my dollar bills [+] I get unnecessary chills [+] All I can do is play a while [+] Let all the karma pile [+] SPEEDING DOWN AWAY FROM RIGHT [+] STILL TOO FAR FROM WRONG [+] I’D PULL ASIDE [+] IF ONLY I WASN’T DEPRIVED [+] I CONTINUE WITH THE THRONG [+] I’VE GOT TO BURN WHAT I HAVE [+] AND FORGET ABOUT EVERYTHING [+] I WAS TOLD I WAS TODAY’S LAUGH [+] I GUESS I’LL HAVE TO JOIN THE RING [+] I ran over my lost but loving heart [+] Such an unwanted waste [+] While I leave a trail of bleeding art [+] And blood is all I taste [+] Maybe I should make a u-turn on Redemption Drive [+] But all I do is speed [+] And all I crave for is to survive [+] But I consume all the ways in greed [ ++ ] How can you travel on an invisible map [+] That leads you to nowhere [+] Leading to another lonely trap [+] I’ve got not time to spare [+] So let the wheels move faster [+] And speed into disaster [ ++ ] I devoured what was left of my pride [+] I’m forced to swallow my pain [+] Let’s take a joyride down Suicidal Lane[+]

Dear Reader,

If you read the following, please do not convert anything for your own twisted use. Do not show pity or disgust... If you are mature enough to read through this with understanding and open minds, I'll be happy to reveal more to you in private messages...

--

I realized, that no matter where I go, I attract sorrow and grief... The most depressing thought is that... the sorrow is always masked with pleasure and love... Truth and Care. I've made so many mistakes that I now know what to do. I can't fall in love anymore... I'll try not to, yet I still love. (I'm not giving anything else to that)

When I love, I submit my entire self to those people. I give them my whole, attention, care, love, and everything that goes with such devotion. 

Then, things get into the way. There is something I protect from people. When I find someone I really trust and care about, I know they have the right to know. So I tell them, and I wait for an answer. Mostly, the real person comes forth and I can no longer forgive myself for hurting them... Yet, they don't care if they scar me. 

People come up to me... Because I intrigue them? I'm pretty? "You're cool"? I feel as if I'm just an actor, waiting for fans to storm in. I wait for someone to come in and ask questions about a person they think I am; yet I don't know whom that person is. People who think they know me surround me, and they don't. I'm surrounded by emptiness.

During my life, I've met many types of people:

1. There are people who are secluded. They never want to open up and never want to share the need to be cared for. When threatened, they take the blow without a word. When real help arrives, they mistake it for hurt as if everything is just a hell waiting to be opened.

2. There are people who deny everything. They deny hate when it is too late... And they deny love when it is true. People tell them certain things that are completely true and full proof, yet they don't hear it. They believe whatever they want to.

3. Some people out there are very open... (In the wrong way.) They trust whomever comes their way, spilling every emotion and desire to someone they barely know. The feeling of loneliness is so strong; they need to relieve themselves from it.

4. And there are those people who are all of that. They are secluded when they know that it is useless for sure. There are times where they open themselves to someone they love. There are times when they feel the stroke of being lonely, and they open up everything when the time is right...

I've met all kinds of people, yet they have to fall into one of these categories. I, myself, am the fourth one. I have those qualities and it hurts me more in every way possible... I'm sorry if I wasted your time... Maybe I did, yet... You were the one who wanted to read this.

I thought that maybe I could love, and in the beginning... I was always right... And all those who know me and started a relation with me... I warned you I did... I told people that I had things that would disappoint you... You still Accepted... I have secretes that kill me to sickness... You still Accepted. I am so emotional and depressed most of the time... You still Accepted. I am not perfect... You still Accepted...

"If you start anything with me... What comes with me, is sorrow and depression..."

You took my hand...

And gave it back...

I am grounded because I had broken my mother's trust. It was heartbreaking to have her strike me across the face here and there. I cannot really explain... People think it is because I cybered or had sex or something... Heh, well think what you will. I realized that I don't have to put up with rumors anymore. And somehow... I don't have to put up with these people. I have reached the top of the mountain that I was talking about. I have reached the peak and it is a glorious view instead of a breat tearing sight with jagged rocks at the bottom. I understand that I have hurt people, but one of the friends that I have... She loves me, and truly does. She knows how I want to be treated because she pays attention... calls and smiles at me in a way that does not make me feel like a freak. I can breathe when I'm with here. I can be myself, and we can talk about anything. She tells me that I should stop caring for other people and start caring for myself. I am already forgiven from my sins... and my other... "people" here are not really understanding me... They never do. I gave up the internet for them. (Ask Wil... She knows)... I wanted to be more in tune with my friends here... so that as they thought... "The internet is your life now..." You want to know why? You never really hung out with me... because I was an outcast.. But it doesn't matter now... It never will matter. So I'll just say this... I tried for you all... but I'm still being rejected... Instead of being respectful... you all give me harsh words... Talk behind my back, and hurt me... Well I'm done caring for what you all feel if you never cared for how I feel... I never regret anything, yet I regret what I don't do. So I'm taking the few friends I have and make new ones. This is my Revelation, and my corners are building once more... I want to start over... I want to help myself now... Thank you Wilmarie... I love you so much... You -are- my guardian angel...

[Band: Deathly Perfect
Song: Suicidal Treason

Stop hoping that things will be okay
everything is ruined through decay
start crying and cutting wrists
indulge yourself in painful bliss

Stop wanting them to come back to life
why love someone who holds the knife
start shrieking out your fears
until there's no more salt in your tears

They don't care when you slowly bleed
"You're the last thing we'll ever need"
Why do you even bother to stay
When they don't need you any way

Why can't you let it go
Why can't you leave them here
Salvation waits for you
Why can't you give in

From bloodied lips she responds
From fairest sins she does love
her words took her life
with every thrust of the knife

"I may have sinned
I may have fallen
I may not stop them
but I still love them"
]

Today, memories ran through my mind. The glimpses that only took seconds to play were slowly eating away at my soul. Tears that stung my childhood dreams started to fountain once more. I could not help but sob into Drogen's arms. He was always there, to hold me and smile. I was blind to think that I did not love him, for with each passing second he was there loving me and I him. There was a bond that could never be broken... and yet... it could never be united. Seams of unseeing regret started to fall apart. When truth starts to beat down your door, it all seems to come to place again. Maybe if I just let the knife dig a home into me. As I type, I cry. How could I let myself into the lies that slowly pried my heart open. No one has proven their love like Drogen... and yet it hurts to say this, but it is the truth...

Everyday I come home with a frown on my face. Everyday I slide a blade across my wrists. People think I'm not emotional, or depressed. They always see the mask that I place on myself every morning. Someone once told me that he hated emotional people. He hated them because they were so depressed when their parents were still together, in a nice environment, food, and friends... But that's not it is it? That's not why I'm sad. I have both parents, friends, education, food... And possibly more than any other person. Everytime I try to breathe, it chokes my body. I can barely move at times. I thought that maybe people online would be great to meet... Maybe I could start fresh... But when I entered, it was exactly the reality that bore me.

When I arrive at my home, I directly come to the computer... I try to smile at all my friends that I have met and act wise to those who need a teaching. When I smile on the chat... I'm doing the exact opposite... Crying at the keyboard. I cry black everytime... When I'm at school, it's the same thing... No one can ever see through me. Everytime I see Drogen, I greet him with the greatest smile. He always looks at me sternly... His eyes searching into mine...

["What is wrong?" Drogen's voice was hard and commanding.

"What are you talking about?" I try to even the tone of my voice out for him.

"Don't lie to me..." His voice cracked with hurt. The sound of it made my eyes tear... My smile still permanent.

"Michelle..." He started to cry... His body contorted in pain as he kneeled at my feet. I felt Drogen's warm arms wrap around my waist as he embraced me with his tears.

"Don't ever smile like that!"

My eyes grew wide as he yelled out. The pounding of my heart did not slow.

"It pains me to see you smile that way! It's so hollow and cold... There is no trace of you in there! I swear if you give me that fake smile again!... I swear it was death that smiled and took you..." He sobbed in my arms. I craddled him with my own tears...

Why did I smile this way... so that others can think of me as one of them... Why did I let the mask take control of me... When it actually hurt the one that really loved me...]