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Confused Life.
Lives are falling apart, watch closely it will break your heart.
People fade away, Even when they said they would stay.
Everything I touch seem to decay.
I loved you once, you promised you would never go away.
Life moves on, all thats left is the stain.
No one is close enough to feel my pain.
They stay away, from fear of knowing, Just one touch from me and they will fade away.
Or just watch themselves decay.
Larax
I see so many colours, they are almost blinding.
Remember when you where young,
Everything you saw was so Black and White.
All you could see was Right and Wrong.
You knew where you stood.
Now that safe little Black and White world is being invaded with colour.
Colours of hate,
Colours of jealousy,
Coulours of war
And colours of pain.
But there is a bond of strong colours peace, happiness and love, these colours are pure and can not be blured,even when we think they have been, they always fight back.
However there is still all those other colours you wish you couldn't see.
Don't you just wish the world was still Black and White, Right and Wrong?
Lara xXx

Time
The waves of darkness and floods of light are all I see
I as I walk through this waste land that was once home.
Broken Glass and hearts litter the ground I walk on.
A skeleton of a town is all that is left.
Even the ghosts have abandoned here,
and yet I still remain.
Words in whispers echo in my ears,
Things that are almost there but not quite.
The sky is broken and the earth is cracked.
A cold wind dances around me
bringing back old memories and taking them back just as fast.
My old pastime destroyed,
the places I spent time in stand empty.
And time seems to disappear....

-Tessarah Lashbrook

Pretending

We say life is great
When it really isn't
We all try to pretend
And act as if everything is fine

I can't pretend for much longer
As it rips my soul in two
I may appear to be happy
When really everything inside me hurts

I ache inside when people ask "Are you ok?"
It hurts to pretend but i can't tell them the truth
I can't keep pretending its driving me insane
But what else can i do

We say life is the greatest posession
But whats the point to life if you have to pretend
Pretending slowly dissolves my spirit
How can i live in a world
Where only pretending is the key

Whats the meaning of love
Always pretending that you truely care
When really you'd rather curl up and die
Problems don't go away
But we pretend that their gone
When really their just stuffed down inside you
Only to just reappear
When we're pretending we're fine!

Blue moon

'Lost Words'

She speaks to me
I can't make out
so unclear to me
the answer's nowhere around

Her tears are endless
her smile is black
pain hides behind her kiss
scars cover her back

from people trying
to keep her here
keep her crying
but no one sees her
~Chris S

The Ornament of England
So 50 years this women has ruled us,
But, what really has she done?
She is just an ornament on the shelf of England.
An ornament that is nice to look at but has no use.
Who is taken off the shelf when she is wanted, so they can use her as a puppet.
She is a tourist attraction her palce is her cage.
All she is a women in a cage that people go to look at.
She is Englands Ornament!
Lara x

Death is a madmans salvation.
For he has been saved from the place he feared the most.
His life!
The world caused his madness.
When he looked around he saw a world full of so much hate, so much pain, so many broken hearts, people dying of this life and the loneliness he felt.
This is the pain this world created.
People dying from loneliness and unhappiness.
He watched the world kill him slowly and couldn't do a thing to stop it.
Girls selling themselves for the tainted money they needed to live. Men using them as toys playing with their innocents for their own sick pleasure.
This is the corrupt world they have made full of lies, hate and pain.
The queen said to be proud of our country.
How can we proud of a country that causes so much pain, hate and destorys the beauty taht was once this world.
Now there is nothing beautiful to live for.
We now see he was not a madman, he was a sane man.
Who freed himself from the prison taht is this world.
Larax written 2002

Insecure by nature.
Girls feel like this because we are told everyday we should be skinny and beautiful.
When we look at ourselves we are disgusted with what we see.
We are so insecure about ourselves it makes us so unhappy.
We turn to pain for comfort.
We starve ourselves till we are nothing, wasting away into oblivion to weak to almost breathe.
But still when we look at ourselves we are sickened by what we see.
You have made us this way, with this image of beauty stuck in our minds.
We think beauty is what we see in magazines, newspapers and T.V.
Insecurity obession, we become obessted with what we look like, we go insane and are lost in a world that is something close to a nightmare.
Larax written 2002

We say life is great.
When it really isn't.
We all try to pretend.
And act as if everything is fine.
I can't pretend for much longer.
As it rips my soul in two.
I may appear to be happy.
When really everything inside me hurts.
I ache inside when people ask " are you ok?"
It hurts to pretend but I can't say the truth
I can't keep pretending it drives me insane.
But what else can I do?
We say life is the greatest possesion.
But whats the point to life if you have to pretend.
Pretending slowly dissolves my spirit.
How can I live in a world where only Pretending is the key.
Whats the meaning of Love.
Always pretending that you truely care.
When really you'd rather curl up and die.
Problems don't go away but we pretend that their gone.
When their just stuffed down.
Only they just reappear.
When we are pretending we're fine!
*Dark Soul*

She is so beautiful.
You can just see her,
Going to the bathroom.
Putting her hands down her throat and throwing up....
Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner.
She wants to be skinny and beautiful.
But at what cost?
She is beautiful and everyone tells her.
she looks in the mirror and sees a monster.
They look at her and see a beauty wasting away.
she wants to be perfect.
she can't see what she is doing to herself.
This is all their fault for beauty is sterotype to be skinnky and perfect.
which is out of reach.
For what is perfect how much is enough?
How many more girls have to die with this idea?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!
Lara x written 2002

	Confused Poems
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Confused Love. Every time I sell myself to you I feel a little cheaper. When you touch me the worthlessness penetrates a bit deeper. Why do I sell myself to you? I despise every thing you do. Every time I sell out to you my body gets a little weaker. My faith in god becomes a bit bleaker. Maybe selling out is the best thing to do. There no one out there to tell me this isn’t true, Body of a whore, soul of a saint? Ive sold out so many times, that my life has become faint. Larax Do yo remember that hot sunny day? Sometime in the month of May. Where you found my body lay, Under the blossoming cherry tree. Where I once run wild and free. It was so hot that sunny day in the month of May. When you found me lying there. You couldn't wake me. My eyes closed as if sleeping, my body limp in your arms. I lost my soul under the cherry tree. Where I lied silent almost sleeping while you raped me Larax
		Confused Life. Lives are falling apart, watch closely it will break your heart. People fade away, Even when they said they would stay. Everything I touch seem to decay. I loved you once, you promised you would never go away. Life moves on, all thats left is the stain. No one is close enough to feel my pain. They stay away, from fear of knowing, Just one touch from me and they will fade away. Or just watch themselves decay. Larax I see so many colours, they are almost blinding. Remember when you where young, Everything you saw was so Black and White. All you could see was Right and Wrong. You knew where you stood. Now that safe little Black and White world is being invaded with colour. Colours of hate, Colours of jealousy, Coulours of war And colours of pain. But there is a bond of strong colours peace, happiness and love, these colours are pure and can not be blured,even when we think they have been, they always fight back. However there is still all those other colours you wish you couldn't see. Don't you just wish the world was still Black and White, Right and Wrong? Lara xXx Time The waves of darkness and floods of light are all I see I as I walk through this waste land that was once home. Broken Glass and hearts litter the ground I walk on. A skeleton of a town is all that is left. Even the ghosts have abandoned here, and yet I still remain. Words in whispers echo in my ears, Things that are almost there but not quite. The sky is broken and the earth is cracked. A cold wind dances around me bringing back old memories and taking them back just as fast. My old pastime destroyed, the places I spent time in stand empty. And time seems to disappear.... -Tessarah Lashbrook Pretending We say life is great When it really isn't We all try to pretend And act as if everything is fine I can't pretend for much longer As it rips my soul in two I may appear to be happy When really everything inside me hurts I ache inside when people ask "Are you ok?" It hurts to pretend but i can't tell them the truth I can't keep pretending its driving me insane But what else can i do We say life is the greatest posession But whats the point to life if you have to pretend Pretending slowly dissolves my spirit How can i live in a world Where only pretending is the key Whats the meaning of love Always pretending that you truely care When really you'd rather curl up and die Problems don't go away But we pretend that their gone When really their just stuffed down inside you Only to just reappear When we're pretending we're fine! Blue moon 'Lost Words' She speaks to me I can't make out so unclear to me the answer's nowhere around Her tears are endless her smile is black pain hides behind her kiss scars cover her back from people trying to keep her here keep her crying but no one sees her ~Chris S The Ornament of England So 50 years this women has ruled us, But, what really has she done? She is just an ornament on the shelf of England. An ornament that is nice to look at but has no use. Who is taken off the shelf when she is wanted, so they can use her as a puppet. She is a tourist attraction her palce is her cage. All she is a women in a cage that people go to look at. She is Englands Ornament! Lara x Death is a madmans salvation. For he has been saved from the place he feared the most. His life! The world caused his madness. When he looked around he saw a world full of so much hate, so much pain, so many broken hearts, people dying of this life and the loneliness he felt. This is the pain this world created. People dying from loneliness and unhappiness. He watched the world kill him slowly and couldn't do a thing to stop it. Girls selling themselves for the tainted money they needed to live. Men using them as toys playing with their innocents for their own sick pleasure. This is the corrupt world they have made full of lies, hate and pain. The queen said to be proud of our country. How can we proud of a country that causes so much pain, hate and destorys the beauty taht was once this world. Now there is nothing beautiful to live for. We now see he was not a madman, he was a sane man. Who freed himself from the prison taht is this world. Larax written 2002 Insecure by nature. Girls feel like this because we are told everyday we should be skinny and beautiful. When we look at ourselves we are disgusted with what we see. We are so insecure about ourselves it makes us so unhappy. We turn to pain for comfort. We starve ourselves till we are nothing, wasting away into oblivion to weak to almost breathe. But still when we look at ourselves we are sickened by what we see. You have made us this way, with this image of beauty stuck in our minds. We think beauty is what we see in magazines, newspapers and T.V. Insecurity obession, we become obessted with what we look like, we go insane and are lost in a world that is something close to a nightmare. Larax written 2002 We say life is great. When it really isn't. We all try to pretend. And act as if everything is fine. I can't pretend for much longer. As it rips my soul in two. I may appear to be happy. When really everything inside me hurts. I ache inside when people ask " are you ok?" It hurts to pretend but I can't say the truth I can't keep pretending it drives me insane. But what else can I do? We say life is the greatest possesion. But whats the point to life if you have to pretend. Pretending slowly dissolves my spirit. How can I live in a world where only Pretending is the key. Whats the meaning of Love. Always pretending that you truely care. When really you'd rather curl up and die. Problems don't go away but we pretend that their gone. When their just stuffed down. Only they just reappear. When we are pretending we're fine! Dark Soul She is so beautiful. You can just see her, Going to the bathroom. Putting her hands down her throat and throwing up.... Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner. She wants to be skinny and beautiful. But at what cost? She is beautiful and everyone tells her. she looks in the mirror and sees a monster. They look at her and see a beauty wasting away. she wants to be perfect. she can't see what she is doing to herself. This is all their fault for beauty is sterotype to be skinnky and perfect. which is out of reach. For what is perfect how much is enough? How many more girls have to die with this idea? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder! Lara x written 2002
Poem from the Holy Bible by the Manic Street Preachers You obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise,condemn, and know lack all foundations. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain prtenses of your civilizaton which makes you sad,troubled and unbalanced. In that intolerable conflict you lose all joy of life and all feeling of personality, because at every moment they suppress and restrain and check the free play of your powers. That's the posioned and mortal wound of the civilized world. The Torture Garden- Octave Mirbeau.