Words Never SaidIn writing this letter,I've found the key.The key to your heart.The problem is I've lost it,And I want to get in;I force my hand into your chestAnd rip it out.The blood, it spurts,The pain, it hurts,But now your heart is mine,And I have claimed you.You can't take it backFor now it's mine.I've locked it in a glass caseNo one can find.The words I've never saidWere that I loved you.But now you're dead IDon't think I could ever tell you.The words I've never saidWere that I hate you,And now you're dead because I finally killed you.
I Dare YouI dare youto tell me those things again.My heart is already brokenShattered glass panes on the floor,from when you smacked me in the face,And told me how much you hated me.You're a fucking bastard,I dare you to kick me again, fucker.I used to love you so much,that I'd take a bullet in the headIf it meant that you'd be safe from harm.But now I don't care.I dare you to say it again.I grab the collar of your shirt,throwing you against the wall,tears flowing down my face.I can't bare to hurt you at all,Even if you've hurt me worse.I look into your eyes,give you a glare filled with hate,And say "Rip my heart out" and kiss you one last time.That concealed dagger I had is the end,The end to your life, our love.I dare you to love me again.
Dear Jason, Love JimmyDear Jason,I wanted you,I needed you,I wanted to hold youAnd touch you.We started a friendship,Got to know each other,Started talkingAnd hung around.I learned to trust youWith my secretsAnd my words to youNever left this room.But then when I turned fifteen,It all came crashing down,When I found out I loved another,And I needed you to understand,Before it hurts me more.All the love,All my feelings,They all turned to lustAnd I needed someone to quell these feelings,Before I did it myself.So, I know it may hurt you,But it hurts me more,To say I don't love you,And that I love Josh instead.I hope you understandwhat exactly I'm going through,Because I feel just as bad,Because I can't have you, too.I can't have you both,So I had to choose,And yes, I chose Joshua,But I still love you.Love,Jimmy
Question for YouQuestion for you:Do you love me the way I do?What is it that I've doneTo turn you into my foe?Let me ask you this:Are you my friend or are you my foe?Are you the ally or are you the enemy?Why are you hiding,are you just lying?Tell me the truth:Do you love me the way I love you?
Writer's Block"I Wear Ripped Jeans" Inc. Presents...Writer's BlockAn Anthem by Jaden und VerwelktOh Writer's BlockHow I hate thee.I can't think of any other words to this story,Or this poem,A thing of incoherent nonsense,Whilst I listen to music,Hoping for some sort of inspiration.But here you are,Like a road block,While I'm trying to think,You're sitting there laughing,Mocking,Rocking back and forth,"Oh how miserable you look!" you say,And I glare.Oh why can't I write?
Summer Will Grow in the FallJust close the book, please,that phase of my life's overand not to mention sad and dulland boring.All of the friends I ever had,moved on and left without us.In this new school I knew no one,except maybe some of you,maybe four or five or six of you,but that's a minority in a whole class,A class I miss a lot;everyone knew me,but now they don't.I miss all the randomness,the songs you'd sing in the middle of nowhereall during class,and we'd laugh and tell you to shut up,joke around,and have a good time.But now you left that behind and grew up,forgetting all about our elementary days,forgetting about us.Why bother then,going to the Halloween party,if I don't recognize anyone there,the people I used to know,are no longer existing,because we lost contact,and now no one is there.Why go to the reunions,if we never shared all the fun times we had,when we left grammar school?We lost contact with those we saw go on to QPor St. Mary's...or The Prep...where'd you a