Just a warning, a lot of people freak out when they read some of this stuff. When I write I don't really pay attention to what I'm saying, so through free association, the "Id" has its say.::Writing Index::
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OMG, for those of you who think I'm sane, and don't realise just how fucked up my mind can be, read my Psychotic Ramblings.... they are scary and pretty depressing.....
Your God
Your god doesn't love me,
Your god doesnt hear my cries of pain.
Your god did not die for me,
but your god is dead.
You killed your god, with your life.
You killed, your own god.
with hypocrisy.
Jazzmine N. Rosales
5/9/03
Wasted prayers,
fall on the deaf ears,
of a dead god.
Tears,
in vain,
drip down the naked skin,
of their beautiful faces.
Dark,
Sweet,
Crimson blood,
flows through the cuts on their delicate wrists.
Jazzmine N. Rosales
5/9/03
Drip, drip, drip�
The water in the tub is red�
Jazzmine N. Rosales
5/9/03
Run Around In Circles
Run around in circles,
The never-ending cycle is so hard to stop.
Drugs, sex, and lies,
Fill the hole in your soul, while you claw out your eyes.
Wake up in the arms of the one you hate,
Tripping out, this is fate.
The empty feeling, doesn�t go away,
So you do it all over again.
Does it ever end?
Run around in circles...
Jazzmine N. Rosales
1/21/03
Death�s Bride
Death�s dark eyes,
shine as I walk by.
His bony fingers,
reach for me,
time and time again.
The cool kiss of death
is a welcome occasion.
Darkness is a beautiful lover.
Darkness clothes me,
Death holds me tight.
Spider webs for veils,
worms, for brides� maids
The grave is my bridal chamber.
Black, is the color of my wedding gown.
Like Romeo and Juliet,
Death and I are tragic lovers.
Is life really all it's cracked up to be?
You go through hell,
and then they expect you to come out with a smile.
You�re dying from the minute you�re born,
Life is nothing, but a long sorrowful mile.
The grave is my bridal chamber,
Black is the color of my wedding gown.
Jazzmine N. Rosales
1/21/03
Lost Innocence
Sweet, sweet innocence:
The day you�re born,
is the day you die.
Innocence lost far too soon
in this filthy world.
A child is born to a child,
a child is born to death.
Ignorance is bliss,
but a child sees everything.
Never is when all is right,
forever is when there is pain.
Look in the eyes of a child,
see hope and love,
even through the fear and hurt.
Look in a woman�s eyes,
see anguish and despair.
Look in a man�s eyes,
and see him hide.
A kiss leads to empty sex,
sixty minutes of pleasure,
nine months of pain.
Three days in the hospital,
a baby without a name.
The father is a bastard,
and the mother is a whore.
Fucking is a game,
but everyone loses,
No one can ever win.
They say they love you,
but it's just shit.
You believe them,
�cuz its what you want,
�cuz you�re the family outcast,
the black sheep,
and love for you
is no where, but in between the sheets.
Maybe if someone took the time
to tell you how much life sux,
instead of feeding you lies,
about happiness, God and love,
things might be different.
But they didn�t,
Everyone lives behind their masks.
You cant save me,
and I can�t save myself.
So I make myself numb,
with drugs and lies.
The sad truth is,
we can�t die and rot in hell,
�cuz that�s where we are now.
Jazzmine N. Rosales
5/26/02
Get It Over With
Fucking Bitch; You Fell For It Again.
Under His Spell;
Cry Till There Are No More Tears, Then
Kill The Pain.
Ignorant Child;
Never Believe,
Give Your Heart To No One.
Kick Someone�s Ass, �Cuz
Its Everyone Else�s Fault
Look Around And See;
Lovers Die, And Children Cry
Yes, Isn�t It Sad
Our World Falls Apart.
Under Black Skies,
Rain Falls On Neglected Graves,
Spilt Blood Stains The Ground.
Everything Sux, And No One Cares
Life Is Meaningless.
FUCKING KILL YOURELF
Jazzmine N. Rosales
2/7/03
Life is a tragedy to those who feel,
life is a comedy to those who think.
There are many types of intelligence,
and some people posses none of them.
These people are human sheep.
The do essentially nothing, but follow the crowd,
lead by the sheep with the bell.
Some where in the masses,
among the human sheep,
are the woeful lover and the apathetic whore.
From day to day,
the herd follows the bell,
in the peaceful bliss of ignorance.
While those less fortunate,
to have found out what life is really about,
feel the extremes unknown to anyone else around them.
These human sheep don�t know the pleasure from the pain.
It is the sheep who never live,
though the woeful lover and apathetic whore seem dead to the rest of the world.
Jazzmine N. Rosales
1/21/03
I am nothing,
I am no one.
no one knows who I am
but neither do I
I am both the woeful lover
and the apathetic whore
apathy is the comfortable numb of nothing
woe is the only true emotion
the lover is hurt by others
the whore hurts them
they live among the herds of human sheep
but they re not a part of anything
their prayers fall on the deaf ears of a dead god
their tears fall on the naked skin of their beautiful faces
they feel only the extremes that kill
pure pain, pure joy, pure nothingness
misunderstood, beaten down, never allowed to get back up
I am nothing
I am the woeful lover
I am the apathetic whore
I am no one
among the herds of human sheep
Jazzmine N. Rosales
1/21/03
The Girl
I�m the pretty girl
that few forget
I�m the cute girl
the boys all like
I�m the smart girl
the boys admire
I�m one of the guys
taken for granted
I�m the damsel in distress
boys want to be the knight in shining armor
I�m the good girl
boys want to marry
I�m the secret whore
under the boys� covers
I�m the child
boys want to protect and raise
I�m the mother
boys� want to raise them and their children
I�m the troublemaker
boys� mothers hate
I�m the angel
mothers� hope will tame their sons
I�m the strong woman
to help make boys� men
I�m the innocent girl
men will make a woman
I�m the one
the boys fall in love with
I�m the one
they shouldn�t
Jazzmine N. Rosales
1/21/03
Friday Night
Shove it all down
Don�t show the pain
Take a couple pills
Smoke a little weed
Drink a couple beers
Maybe take a shot or two
Enjoy the sex
Let him cum
Its okay, you�re on the pill
fall asleep in his arms
_Saturday
He�s gone, but it�s okay
It was just sex
Take a shower
Pop more pills
Prozac, Riddilin, and progesterone
Make everything all right
No school or work today
Sit in your room
Jamming out
Cut your wrists
Just to watch them bleed
Cry for no reason
Except that you can�t anywhere else
Clean it up
Push it down again
Time to start it once more
Pray for forgiveness tomorrow
Be a good girl
Till next weekend
Jazzmine N. Rosales
1/21/03
Nightmares of the past
Haunt your dreams of the future
They say don�t look back
But they don�t know what you do
History repeats itself
The old saying goes
They say you can be the one
To ends it all
But the cycle is so hard to stop
Jazzmine N. Rosales
1/21/03
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