OfBloodandInk

Trenton Phoenix

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bleeding

I sit in the corner knees hugged tightly by arms I cant feel watching with glee as my life pours from my veins My heart beats faster now seemingly as eager as I to be rid of the precious red liquid to watch it spread across the floor It pours slowly forming a little lake of my life finding all the cracks in the tiles it'll be so hard to clean I sit in the corner giggling like a maniac as I stare at my body twitching on the floor in front of me I look into my own eyes and I only see a look of hatred hatred and pain its a twisted beautiful sight Giggles turn to screams as she walks through the door I run, try to grab her,

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Of Blood and Ink

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Of Blood and Ink - Promotionals

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Declaration of ME

Declaration of ME What Substance I Want In My Life I want a wholeness of my deeds. I want pride in the life I have lived. I want to become something substantial to my dependants. I want to be utilized for the greater good of the broad many; both common and uncommon. I want to be something of size and importance. I want solace and silent praise for life it's self. I want mental, emotional and tactile substance and uncommonality. I want to be seen a visionary who walked a different path in life - a path separate from the common. I want a hand to hold me and support me as such a man. I want a hand that I can hold and support as such a woman

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Literature

I Give Up

I sit here playing the heaviest song I can find Put on my headphones and turn it up as high as it can go The louder it goes the more pain I feel The more pain I feel the harder it is to cry Because I beg you to see me To see me as a lover To see me as someone who has cared more than any other And you just sit there and look at me like I’m asking the world of you Like it is just so hard to love me Like I of all people don’t deserve the right to ask such a thing I sit here and push away the tears So that you can be happy I will always love you

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bleeding by darth-chunky, literature

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bleeding

A Cynic's Lament by virgoinvertigo, literature

Unknown soldiers by Aapaniini, literature

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Unknown soldiers

In battlefield where many corpses lay Ended their war,they will not fight another day Many young face once livingly brown with empty eyes stare at the ground Their pale skin rots and stinks like hell This tale is almost too sad to tell They were caught on crossfire on some foreing land But they weren't killed by other mans hand For war is fought between nations,not between men As young and scared are we as them But nothing will bring them back from the dark Shots are shot and here we are Price of greed is young mans life Who cares of children and pregnant wife? Trench fills with blood and bodies fall in pile So they'll burn in

KISS OF DEATH by clouded-dreamer, literature

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KISS OF DEATH

With you or without you I am torn, Doomed to lose either way. To live a life of bitterness, Or feel your scorn, Each and every day. If I chose death and you chose me, Where would that leave you? How could I be so selfish, Could I not even see, The pain I’d put you through? I never really got a choice at all, I would simply stumble by. Now I finally get a chance, With someone to catch my fall, And all I do is make you cry. All your words of conquering fear, And there you sit unafraid. A reminder of what once was, Put me in your tender care, Like a glorious serenade. I left myself in deaths embrace, Instead of choosing

In Their Shoes by princess-buttercup90, literature

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In Their Shoes

Put yourself in their shoes This saying is no new news It helps you see their point-of-view Now you'll understand what they do It helps to know a person through & through So many different people, just like a zoo Some though understand you never should To see the world, as they possibly could The ones not right up in the head Who see the world through eyes blood red Try to put your self in their shoes Your own mind you just might lose

Warrior by princess-buttercup90, literature

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Warrior

What makes a true warrior? Is it his ability to give it his all? The short, painful battles Where you can quickly fall Or the longer stretched out ones Which can transpire years on end, Taking devotion and endurance Your values you must defend You alone must make the choice Do you choose the short fight? Or do does a pitched war tickle your fancy For years stick to what you know is right

YOUR DYING BREATH by clouded-dreamer, literature

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YOUR DYING BREATH

I could shower under your crying eyes. And you were ever swimming in my lies. You were by far the best I could ever get, But I just drowned you in all of my debt. You ducked under every single wave, Yet I fell short of everything you gave. I never stayed, I was always going, I bottled up yet you were overflowing. Taking water we were going under, I didn't save you, I stole your thunder. I wasn't worth the dirt under your shoe, I don't think I did a single thing for you. I pushed you, I broke you beyond repair, No matter what, you were always there. You could have had the world and more, Yet somehow it was me that you adored.

It's called life... by pixelchemist, literature

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It's called life...

For every good there is a bad. For every happy there is a sad. For every up there is a down. And every smile has it's frown. For every moment can have its pause. Get the kiss or feel the claws? For every cold there is a hot. For every butterfly there is a knot. For every truth there is a lie. Some you steal, and some you buy. For every ying there is a yang. And every silence has it's bang! For every gift there is a debt. For every dare there is a bet. For every dark there is the light. Should we forgive or should we fight. For every lock there is a key. Some are blind and still can't see. For every storm there is a calm. Su

a city girl by gutafuson, literature

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a city girl

i am a city girl that loves to be outdoors in the wild i love to run in the open i love to be no where and everywhere at the same time i love to be one of the guys i love to talk about the hot guy on the cover of a old mag. i love to play in the mud and get dirty i love to be clean nicely dressed i love to wear the baggie loss fit close i love to be the one with the form fitting t-shirt i love to be me

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