Ripped Words

It was a trick

ale — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 08:09:02 +0000

If the world ended tomorrow I’d stand in the middle of the street to view the crazed & people’s fear. If the ground began to open I’d close my eyes. I’d closed my eyes tight enough to be able to feel the sensations tickle my skin as I fall deep inside. If I hit something on the way down I’d clenched my mouth. I won’t scream or yell, hell is waiting for me after all. If I go unconscious I’d wonder when I’d wake up. I’d let the world swallow my reality in. We’re all part of the earth anyway. I’m still turning into dust. I don’t think it’ll be much of a difference. I never lived reality in the first place. My whole life has been nothing but an imagination tale. & those episodes I created when I was little, I hope I get to see them as the world takes me in. & those wishes and desires that never came true, would he give me a chance to learn what it would’ve been like to be a part of my own fictional script?

Victim Of Insanity

ale — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 20:14:01 +0000

The sensation tears my limbs apart. I can’t continue walking if my legs are not helping me move on. The only thought that crosses my mind is that of anger that travels through my veins in search of a victim within me. My blood will not find that victim within me, because I’m searching for something outside my own imagination. Society doesn’t even stare at me when I try to grab their attention. They throw a glimpse at what seems to be nothing. I’m their nothing.I’m tired of being nothing. Now I understand the evil that lingers through these serial killers minds. I understand why he killed the president simply to be stuck in history books forever. Why do we all want to be popular?

I petrol the city at night in search of that victim. I manage to fix my legs and get them to cooperate. “Cooperate with me!” I yell with such power at the empty alley I stand in. The few people that glaze through throw a weird facial expression at me. I look insane. I am insane. I keep searching, and searching. I keep stalking, and stalking. I’m not going to stop until I find that person. That right person that deserves to be tortured and mutilated. Yes, people deserve to feel pain. And the thought of me going to hell for being myself doesn’t scare me. Hell is probably better compared to life itself. There is no obstacle worse then trying to breathe in a smoke zone all your life.

I’m never going to stop until I find you.

Never!

Sweet Powerful Dreams

ale — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 10:30:15 +0000

I sleep a lot. How many times have I said that? I sleep a lot. I’ve never slept this much in my entire life. I go to bed at 12 in the morning and wake up till 5 pm the next day. How many hours is that? I sleep a lot. & the craziest thing is that I dream all night. Dream after dream after dream. It makes me wonder when I wake up. My pillows are loosing their feel to them. My bed is starting to break. but I still don’t even try to wake up early, because I can’t. The minute I open my eye it’s too late. It’s not like I wake up in the middle of the nights, I just sleep straight on. Angel says I’m hibernating. haha, hibernating. It’s my sleeping season!

omg, I sleep a lot. Am I dead?

I have a knife stuck in my throat.

ale — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 10:27:21 +0000

I walk alone in this world, not because I have to, but because I want to. Her words slowly puncture my skin. The pain goes straight through until it hits my heart like never before. Tears start streaming, and I can’t seem to make them stop. I think to myself, ‘It would’ve been better if I didn’t have to depend on anyone to comfort me.’ The dream of me being independent went down the drain when she stepped into my life. Now I can’t seem to let go, but the sad truth is that one day I have to. I learned a lesson. I can’t walk holding anyone’s hand. I’m scared of doing anything on my own, just like everyone else is. So I’d rather walk behind the individuals who claim they are the loneliest. We’re all alone in this world. Would we be alone in the next? Regardless, I’m trying my best to prepare myself. I’m going shopping for comfy shoes because it’s going to be a long walk!

Don’t Follow The Crowd

ale — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 21:21:29 +0000

“Make your own footsteps in life. Most teenagers base themselves on following others. Wanna-be Gangsters, Gangsters, Popular kids, etc. For what? if you’re worried about your teenage life, about drama, about friends, know that at the end you always have to be alone. Make your own decisions alone, die alone, achieve your goals alone, everything! why do you need others around you? Be independent for crying out!” – Ale