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All these pics should be useable on msn or yahoo.... but the moving ones don't move on msn... o_0 not sure bout yahoo.
 
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All american Rejects
My chemical romance:
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Random:
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Love:
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depressing:
 
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Comics

(sorry i thought that was great ^ XD)
 
I am going to post come of the sprite comics i've been doing.. well there isn't many at all coz i get bored but yes....
one comic:
(i got bored way too easily and left this)
2nd comic:
[warning contains inside jokes and random humour]
[tenj always says i should marry janice >->]
(there was more but i can't find the links right now)
3rd comic:
this is my recent one i am still working on this so expect updates... but not frequently ^_^;
 
 

Lyrics that are meaningful to me.
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Fav Tori Amos Lyrics
Thought she deserved nothing less than she'd give well happy birthday her bloods on my hands and it's kind of a shame coz i did like that dress.
Can't forget the things you never said.
she must be worth loosing if it is worth something.
and a veil of tears and rages till her voices are remembered and his secrets can be told.
is your place in heaven worth giving up these kisses....
I never was the fantasy of what you wanted, wanted me to be.
if you love enough, you'll lie alot.
he can see no reasons coz their are no reasons what reasons do you need to die?
Love was your great disappointment
my scream got lost in a paper cup, you think theres a heaven where the screams have gone?
Years go by will i sitll be waiting for somebody else to understad, years go by if i'm stripped of my beauty and the orange clouds raining in my hand, years go by will i chokeon my tears until finally there is nothign left?
I guess that i miss you, i guess i forgive you, i'm glad that you stood in my way.
thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes i thoughtit was there for good so i never tried.
you could almost drown her waterfall.
well i found the secret to life, i found the scret to life, i'm okay when everythings not okay.
shame shame time to leave me now, shame shame you've had your fun, shame shame for letting me think that i would be the one.
this little pill in my hand that keeps the pain laughing.
Is that all i am just a doll you get use to?
 
Fav hawthorne heights lyrics:
so slit my wrist and black my eyes so i can fall asleep tonight because you kill em you know you do you kill me well.
That single silver bullet shot right through my heart to prove i can't survive without you.
wake up now it's over just tell me it's ok to die.
just stand back and let jer die slowly, don't cry, she didn't love you anyway, dissolve and decay theres nothing left for me just try to make it out alive, alive means your blood is flowing.
spare me just 3 last words,i love you is all she heard.
 
Fav My chemical romance lyrics:
singing songs that make you slit your wrists it isn't that much fun staring down a loaded gun so i won't sotp dying won't sotp lying if you want i'l keep on crying did you get what you deserve? is this what you always want me for?
can we pretend to leave and then we'll meet again when both our cars collide.
I'm ok.. i'm OK i'm ok now i'm ok well you got believe me because i'm telling you the truth i mean this i'm OK trust me i'm NOT ok i'm not O-FUCKING k
Love is the red rose on your coffin door.
Give me all your poison give me all your pills give me all your hopless hears t make me ill, you're running after something that you'll never kill if this is what you want then fire at will.
 
Fav random lyrics
You could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath i'd appologise for bleeding on your shirt.
lets live up to your first ipression my best side was your worst invention.
Fear is how i fall, confusing what is real.
All i want to do is be more like me and be less like you.
Don't waste your time on me you're alread the voice inside my head (i miss u)
please just don't play with me my paper heart will bleed, this wait for destiny won't do, be with me please i beseech you, simple things that make you run away catch u if i can.
Best friends means i pulled the trigger best friends means you get what u deserve.
all i know i'll never know
hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins i will never ask if you don't ever tell me i know you well enough to know u never loved me.
Do you think it's cool to walk rigth up and take my life and fuck it up?
I scream down this hotline just to feel something,
this situation isn't getting any better there isn't anything wrong with giving up and for what it's worth I STILL HATE YOU
Take a gun called hate up against your heart and pull the trigger.
 

 
Tori Amos strange little girls (atlantic)
These 'poems' as you might call them go with Tori amos's songs from her strange little girl albums. They're all weird and kinda explain the songs slightly... well ok about 2of them do... but anyway thats not the point ^_^;.  I'll put the best ones on here.
STRANGE LITTLE GIRL

STRANGE LITTLE GIRL

There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it's always raining a slow and endless drizzle.

You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sing, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.

Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again.

Whenever it rains you think of her.

 

TIME

TIME

She is not waiting. Not quite. It is more that the years mean nothing to her any more, that the dreams and the street cannot touch her.

She remains on the edges of time, implacable, unhurt, beyond, and one day you will open your eyes and see her, and after that, the dark.

It is not a reaping. Instead, she will pluck you, gently, like a feather, or a flower for her hair.

RAINING BLOOD

RAINING BLOOD

Here: an exercise in choice. Your choice. One of these tales is true.

She lived through the war. In 1959 she came to America. She now lives in a condo in Miami, a tiny French woman with white hair, with a daughter and a grand-daughter. She keeps herself to herself and smiles rarely, as if the weight of memory keeps her from finding joy.

Or that's a lie. Actually the Gestapo picked her up during a border crossing in 1943, and they left her in a meadow. First she dug her own grave, then a single bullet to the back of the skull.

Her last thought, before that bullet, was that she was four months' pregnant, and that if we do not fight to create a future there will be no future for any of us.

There is an old woman in Miami who wakes, confused, from a dream of the wind blowing the wildflowers in a meadow.

There are bones untouched beneath the warm French earth which dream of a daughter's wedding. Good wine is drunk. The only tears shed are happy ones.

REAL MEN

REAL MEN

Some of the girls were boys.

The view changes from where you are standing.

Words can wound, and wounds can heal.

All of these things are true.

NEW AGE

NEW AGE

She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon.

You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.

She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.

'97 BONNIE & CLYDE

'97 BONNIE & CLYDE

You know how it is when you love someone?

And the hard part, the bad part, the Jerry Springer show part is that you never stop loving someone. There's always a piece of them in your heart.

Now that she is dead, she tries to remember only the love. She imagines every blow a kiss, the make-up that inexpertly covers the bruises, the cigarette burn on her thigh -- all these things, she decides, were gestures of love.

She wonders what her daughter will do.

She wonders what her daughter will be.

She is holding a cake, in her death. It is the cake she was always going to bake for her little one. Maybe they would have mixed it together.

They would have sat and eaten it and smiled, all three of them, and the apartment would have slowly filled with laughter and with love.

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