Don't give up

I struggle so hard but I’m almost at the end

One final stretch then I’ve made it my friend

I struggle, weep, bite and claw

Away from the darkness and its maw

Just grit your teeth and stand your ground

Surround yourself with those you love

By your side defiant they stand

To fight with you hand in hand.

For all those who are doing your final year at school don’t give up your almost there. Year 12 is almost over in Australia so just stand your ground and you can make it, we can make it.

Best of luck friends

-Cleft Lip Kid

Lie

Here I lie

Unable to decide

Hating my life

Hoping to die

 

Pathetically I cry

Tears streak form my eye

I try to deny

As I run from the lie

 

My Precious Friend

Ignore the differences
the differences between them and us
life and death you and me
In this night,
We can come together and breathe together
dance together, stand together.
Alone we are weak and vulnerable, together we have courage.
- The butterflies wings

thoes are words to live by. It is a extract from the poem the blood of a beast
It was written by My precious friend who resides at
http://savakora-butterfly.tumblr.com/

She has a heart bigger then most
people don't understand her but they should
If they did they would see her true beauty

I am truely blessed to know her

Break me

Our lips touch and my heart cry’s out

A pleading heart felt beg that never wants you to stop

To continue for ever, don’t stop, forever

 

The pressure builds as I struggle to fight it.

To hold it locked far far far behind my iron prison

But my bars are bending and my walls are crumbling

Fighting begging to break free

 

It has been traped there for so long

In its bottles it boils simmering struggling to escape

Kicks and it screams, it rips and it tears

Eventually im going to break

 

This pressure is love this pressure comes from the heart

This pressure begs you for more.

You can make me yuou can break me

Just fight on a little bit more
 

You must break me

Try and break me

Break me

Please

I Hate You. I Hate Me

I Hate You

Your such a fool, always fucking up

You make mistakes and never learn from them

How many broken people do you have to heart

How many disappointed gazes do you want to get?

 

How many?

How many crying friends

How many Broken hearts

How many Pathetic stupid mistakes

How many times will you FUCK UP !

 

You try so hard but trying is never enough!

Stop feeling sorry for your pathetic self

 

Actually Try and … oh I don’t know CHANGE!

 

You might actually achieve something

Instead of just pain

 

I HATE YOU 

I hate everything about you

I hate you

You are me

 

I hate you I hate me

 

The Power Of Distractoin

Never underestimate the power of distractions

Distractions can be heaven, distractions can be hell

They can be your worst nightmare or your best saviour

 

It can bring you out of your hateful sadness

Or throw you back in ten times harder

The power, heaven, the hell

 

Distractions  

Do you care ?

Seeking help is not weak

It is a sign of brains

It is strength

Sometimes giving in is worth it.

If you give in you can end a fight

Can you put your pride behind you

How much do they matter ?

Do you care ?

Do they care ?

What is it all achieving

Nothing

Apsafuckinglutly NOTHING !

Its some stupid argument

where you both lock horns

and try to see who comes out best

just fuck it

no one bloody cares

no one gives two shits

so get the fuck over your self

suck up your pride

get on with life 

This is my opinion on arguments and fights.

Do you value your friendship with the person ?

Yes? Then BACK THE FUCK DOWN! Does it matter

Is it worth destroying a friend ship? NO !

If you are too shallow to see that then you don’t

Deserve to be friends with the person.

Sorry about the weird post but I’m feeling strange.

-Cleft Lip Kid  

Anger, Fear, Weakness

Violent anger ripples like fire

Driven by fear

Caused by weakness

The anger boils through my veins

Sitting there insides aflame

Till nothing remains

The fear is chased by the fiery flames

Terrified and looking for someone to blame

I run tears falling screaming hatefully my name

The weakness falls in pieces drowned in tears of weeping flames

Crumbled to worthless pieces drenched in self-hate

Not a shred of hope remains

There I lie broken

With my fear, weakness and anger pains 

Bleeding out till no worthlessness remains 

The Miracle Worker

Love …..

It lets you know your alive.

It pulls you out of the boring struggle of day to day life

And gives you a kick up the pants we so often require
 

It makes us feel like we are worth some thing to some one

And gives us not only a reason to get up in the morning

But one to be the best darn human you bloody well can be

Love

It works Miracles

dead men

Dead men, dead men
swinging in a tree
How many dead men
do you see?
Tongue turned blue and
face turned grey
Watch them as they
twist and sway

The first one murdered
the butcher man
Then cooked him in
the frying pan
Served him out to his hungry guests
And gave them more on second requests.

The next one with his innocent smile
and sweets
Stole poor children off the streets
He sold them into slavery
to men that dressed unsavoury

Breaking into home at night
The thief he had a nasty fright
Filled his foolish head with ale
And woke the next morning
in the local jail

The artist with his artisic skills
Tried his hand at painting bills
But caught in rain he was undone
When the ink he's use did
start to run

With promises of great return
Taking gold he did not earn
Bundled it up out of sight
Quietly slipped off into night

Three houses into ashes burned
The sheriff with no place to turn
Did spy a stranger to his town
Locked him up and beat him down

Dead men, dead men
swinging in a tree
How many dead men
do you see?
Six feet long and
six men wide
Round their necks
the noose be tied......

-SH

Silent

Nobody saw when you were crying in your bed.

I wanted to help you but I hid myself instead.

The ticking of a clock, then suddenly not.

Fate left me here in the shadow I will rot.

Under my covers in the darkness kept me in.

Only the daylight can save me from sin,

-silent hill homecoming

The Dark Side of me

The Dark Side of me
I sit there alone, not a smile to my bone
My voice a harsh whispered tone.
Slashes on my wrists, arms and hands, my mouth in a bloody grin.
... My whole life like I had committed a terrible sin.
Your voice an annoying buzz, false tone, true lies.
If I could speak, I’d say in an almighty sigh.
“ Stop it with the sympathy and pretending to care,
I can see the real you through the false stare
I don’t want your help, your manners, your good grace,
Just say it, you hate me. I can see it in your face.
You’re wasting my time don’t you see?
Don’t look so surprised, this is the dark side of me”

By Samantha Montrose

Bloody wrists and broken hearts

I wrote this poem after seeing this image

It about the reasons why someone would want to slash them self’s. I don’t really have any description about why I wrote this but here it is.

As I lie here

Blood pooling

Head spinning

Heart bleeding

Heart breaking

One thought fights its way

To the forefront of my mind

Why?

Why doesn’t she love me?

Why am I not good enough?

Why doesn’t it hurt?

“Why doesn’t it hurt” :

This is the thought going through my head

when it finally processes the blurry shapes   

the muffled voices louder than gunfire barely

reaches my ears.

My heart is slowing

My fission is failing

I’m floating

On a river of blood

On board my bloody

Broken heart

I Hide My Eyes

When I am feeling emotions that I do not like or want to show then I actually cover , or hide my eyes. This can be done by putting my head in my hands or binding my eyes with something such as cloth. This stops others seeing the emotions and makes me feel safer. Its kind of like a hug from a person. It makes you feel like the world isn’t so huge and scary. Not being able to see makes me feel like there bad things out there don’t actually exist and the ones that do can't see my pain. I am also scared of crowds so it makes me feel like the crowds aren’t so big and aren’t all looking at me.

I also broke my rule about never rhyming and this is a example why I don’t do it. I have stuffed up the rhyming pattern. I did write it during a theatre performance so that’s probably the reason for the poor rhyming.

I hope you like it

I Hide My Eyes

I hide my eyes

I can not see

There hidden from

 all those around me.

My hidden eyes

Stop’s the show

Of dark emotions

From deep below

As I stare through blinded eyes

I miss the glances

Of passes by

I hade away from my fears

And bottle up my unshed tears

If I can’t see then neither can they

The feelings that’ve returned

From far away

I fight, trying to hold them back

But fall to my knees and am

Beaten back

Slammed into the wall and lying

Curled into a ball, heart dying

Cut up inside my body lies

Blind eyes stare blankly at

Broken skies

My mind is swamped

 with doubt and lies

and in that haze my

 mind decides

that every face wears

 accusing eyes

so I stay scared, overwhelmed

wishing for a place to call my own

wishing for she I can call mine

unseen tears fall from sightless eyes

 

Mind of a Masochist

I have always been interested in the idea's of sadism and masochism. this poem is my idea of how a masochist whould think. I find it interesting. i have to say: most of my poems are based around some truth but this one Isn't. It is very dark and there is more dark ones coming.

Mind of a masochist  

I scream as I cut again,

Yes!! Ahhh the Punishment, I giggle through my tears.

I deserve this . this pain is the punishment for my crimes. My screams mixed with manic laughter, echo through my brain as the knife drops from my grasp.

The loud clatter it makes as it hits the floor struggles to be heard over the echoing screams still bouncing around my skull.

I stare at it for a moment, just as the echo’s pass then follow it down as the world faids to red.

Its only quick, then I’m on the ground. Vision clearing as I lay there with my heart pounding, head throbbing, blood pouring.

I let out something, a mixture between a sob and a laugh as I fumble around blindly for the knife, hand eventaly connecting with the sliperly blood soaked handle, holding it for strength before I try to rise but pause, waiting to regain strength.

When I’m ready I try again, grabbing a near by wall as I struggle to lift my shaking body on to legs of rubber. I latch onto a table which I use to get me stager into a standing position, I stand there swaying , staggering around trying to stay upright and make a shaky step forwards.

My vision blurs as I stumble, crashing into some unseen object and fall. Vision disappearing. Then there is pain again, greeting me as I fall, fall into the endless oblivion of darkness  

Don't forget to smile : )

Hey peeps
im "smily face" , one of cleftlipkids friends
i wrote this poem because i was bored and one of friends from church was going through a rough time with dipression so i just wrote this poem to help lift there spirits. being a christian also helped so yeh hopfully this will also have n impact on your life.

Here is a little something to read when feeling down
What ever you do Never frown
for some one out there is thinking of you.
You might not know who,
you might not know why,
what ever it is try not to cry.

That last bid didn't make sence
but hey god knows why,
he's looking down at you right now
with love in his heart,
you might not know why
but hey you're loved.

NOW PLEASE STOP THINKING ABOUT KILLING PEOPLE!!!
cause that only leads to more pain.
if your feeling down sing Monty Python,
it might not do much but at least its somethin.

Now remember this when life sucks,

"worse things happened at sea you know"
"Always look on the bright side of life"
and......

DON'T FORGET TO SMILE

Young love and rejection: addicted to a certain kind of sadness

Young love: it’s a good thing, when it works. When it doesn’t it destroys you and when its all you have been hanging on to it hurts so much more. I wrote this while getting over some a person.  It’s the story of some one just me who just can't give up, just can't forget even though he knows its useless. It’s sad poem that I contains broken hearts and shattered hopes.

Addicted to a certain kind of sadness

“Your love will never be mine”

In my head this is crystal clear,

But my heart is still clinging to that sliver of hope.

The hope, the dream you could be mine.

The sadness hurts but the hope hurts more.

But I can’t seem to give up on it.

I am addicted to a certain kind of sadness,

It’s called you

“The quicker you realise, the quicker it healing starts”

But how can you change your feelings for some one?

Especially ones so strong

Yes the sadness hurts

But I can’t bring myself to let go of that tiny bit of hope

That has been keeping me going.

I’m addicted to the pain

I’m addicted to the sadness

I’m addicted to you  

HappySadFacedMaskedOne: for a friend

I decided to write this poem for a friend who was going through a hard time. The idea behind this was she always seemed happy, always care free, it was only when you dug deeper that you discovered it was all a mask. A happy mask that covered a sad face, so thus the name HappySadFacedMaskedOne came around. Later on I realised that the name also applied to me so I took the name on my self. And if u google said name you will get my steam profile ( I am the only one with the name J)

I wrote it to show her that she isn’t alone and that I really appreciate all the help she had given me.

 I succeeded. Here it is

Hidden behind a mask of smiles

Is a face that is hiding tears.

Deep beneath that happy exterior

Is a person going through emotional trauma.

But this person has a way with words.

This loving, caring person

Doesn’t let her pain break her will,

but strengthen her,

teach her, not tear her apart.

She uses her pain to help others in need.

But she can’t always suffer in silence,

No shouldn’t, shouldn’t have to.

But we don’t always get what we want do we?

But there may be method in her madness

A flash of brilliance in a dark time.

Is that light at the end of the tunnel,

Or is it your eyes?

It can be whatever you chose.

Doesn’t it suck to have the one you love not even know you exist?

Well yes but if it helps I know how you feel.

Of you keep on working you will reap the rewards,

The harder you work the sweeter the reward ey?

Well all i can say is stay strong happy sad.

You can get there,

It may seem futile at times but it is never futile.

Never stop trying happy sad one,

You are not alone.

Happy sad masked one

You are not alone

So thankyou because of you neither am I.

  

First Post: Behind a wall of hair.

Hellow folks.
For a first post i thought i might start with a short one.
This one is called behind a wall of hair. it is writen around the idea me wanting to be able to hide behind my hair( i have long curly hair) and go to a different place and be a different person.

Behind a wall of hair is a land of good and evil.
It is a place, a safe haven for happiness, a light house of happiness surrounded by a vast raging sea of tears.
But also a place of darkness. A harbour for fear to stop into on its long lonely voyage on the sea of tears.
A place where the evil is hidden from the unknowing, uncaring world.
When I go there I can do what I want, I can be who I want to be: anyone but who I am, and face the world as a different person from a different view .One that doesn’t carry the burden of my scars, one who doesn’t suffer,
One were the consequences are smaller and emotions hidden
Some where, behind a wall of hair.

It is only short but i think it is direct and to the point.
there will be more coming soon as i get this started

till then

cleft out