Smashing Tears

I don't have any words,
That could or should be heard.
I don't have any sashes,
As to seal my seeping gashes.
I've been wounded, bruised dragged and torn,
Outlasting these trials, I've become the scorned.
My heart is that of cemetery headstones,
My soul, lay scattered, and in the dark, all alone. 
My fortress walls are too tall and too stout,
This love is like a winters drought.
I wish I could have told you, dear,
Just to wait, just to wait long enough to hear!!
The splitting sound in the night,
the sound residing just outside your sight.
But I heard the shattering ringing loud and clear,
It's the smashing of my falling tears..

-Jessica Carpenter- 

-sometimes, my heart seems to be just crying to be broken-

Real Life Mess Maker

I'm a survivor, won't mean the battle doesn't come without scars.
I'm a brave soul, but never think I don't see and wish upon shooting stars.
I'm an artist, just make sure you remember that I started with a blank slate,
But most of all, remember me human, and that humans make mistakes..

-Jessica Carpenter-

Just Another Bad Day

I dwelt in bowels of evil for so long
I've kissed the lips of death, be it incredibly wrong
I've scaled the walls of hate, so tall and strong
I'll be the one to break, now play my sweet sorrowed song

I took the scissors from the three of fate
To make these scars on my wrists of pure unbridled hate
I'm the artist in the world, full of a darkened taint
and the help you sent was much much too late

I smile as I fall back into the lake
What a ripple was made, and left in my wake
My lungs fill with water as I start to think
I'm sorry dear would, the pain I could not longer take.. ..

-Jessica Carpenter-

Depression to end the ages.

I've decided that since this life has no place for me, I'll make a world all my own, from inside this inter darkness in which I reside.
It'll be a place where pain is controlled, not controlling and where love is as scarce as the blue moon that shines on my broken reality.
I've decided I'll become the insane, because only I know what you don't see and that sight will give me misery.
I see the horror that lurks behind the masks, and the nails that will seal my casket.
So now I know, I'm to be alone, because my heart was too mine for the world, it ate it up, and shat it out just to leave me clad in an eternal turmoil that begs for the sweet bliss of sleep, maybe even death.
But my crazed mind can not distinguish the line between life and death, love and hate, talent and curse.
Therefore I'm but a wretch, a whore, a wraith to carve this earth raw with my shrieking and angelic tears, for I am the star crossed lover who died for the love of my soul.

-Jessica Carpenter-

Kunst

Art has no definition,
and it shows no restrain,
but it has the timeless beautiful ability to consume a most dark; ugly emotion-
Pain.

-Jessica Carpenter-