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Alice Sykes



Booksie Address: http://www.booksie.com/Alice_Sykes
Country: United States
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Member Since: Jan 31, 2009

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Hello Monday

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A poem about feeling wasted, used, and overwhelmed....

Front Door Anthem

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A song about being quickly replaced. Comment, thank you

Last Thursday

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A song about feeling used. comment, thank you.

Dead And Dancing

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A short poem about mixed feelings in a relationship....

Burning The Ballroom

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
Another song, about the bitter end of a relationship....

Scene Kid's Don't Play XBox

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A requested song that goes out of the norm of how I...

Over You

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
a song about trying to get over a relationship.

Dreaming In Color

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A poem about hope, worry, and disgust. Comments are...

"Split" - a novel by Alice Sykes

Novel by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
Arc Coville is a 17 year old schizophrenic. After...

Blatant Massacre

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A song about having my heart broke. comments are...

Complexion's Just A Word For Mask

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A poem about shallow perception. Comments are...

Sound Of Drowning

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A short song about denial, and rejection. Comments are...

Pulse Formal

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
a song about mental illness, isolation, and feeling...

It Takes An Optimist

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A song about jealousy, and letting go. comments are...

Hook, Line, And Sinking

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A short poem about realizations. Comments are...

Fire Falls Sideways

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A song, about love, worry, and regret, feedback is...

Set Your Sights

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A short poem about self harm, anger, and blame. feedback...

Sacrificial Therapy

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A short song about feeling "sick" and mental illness....

Trust For A Penny, Thought For A Dime

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A song about paranoia, love, anticipation and fear....

Short Introductions

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A short poem about someone very charming and charismatic,...

Whisper As Loud As You Can

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
Rated R for violent content. A song about my anger and...

The Birds And Bruised Knees

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
Rated R for adult content and concepts. A song about a...

Sorry, Breaking Nails Is A Habit

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
Rated R for some adult content, a song about my shame for...

Bloodshot And Shooting Blood

Poem by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A poem about my sadistic feelings towards someone I...

Second Goodbye

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
Another short song about the same liar from "Honestly, I...

Honestly, I Think You're A Liar

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A short song about a liar I once associated with. As...

WeatherVain

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
A short, bizarre poem I wrote several months ago, about...

A Song About Him

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
Rated PG for mild language, this is about being...

The Feeling's Mutual

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
This is a song, preceding maggot eyes, this was written...

Maggot Eyes

by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
This post is a song about someone still very near to my...

Delicate, Fragile, In Love

Poem by Alice Sykes
Posted: Jan 31, 2009
This poem was written about someone very dear to me,...



About Me:

I'm nothing more than what I appear to be, because I appear to be something else to everyone I meet. I'm a pathetic, sadistic teenage girl. I'm not a liar, I'm a morbid bastard who wallows in angst. Some would call me ill, and I would call those people ignorant fucks who are proficient in pointing out the obvious. I'm a hypocrite, but at least I don't deny it. I'm not going to tell you not to judge me because thats the fastest way to get to know me. Reality is all perception, so in your own little reality, you may know me very well, without knowing me at all. Don't bitch to me about how you hate people who judge. Because you're one of them. You make inferences based on appearance, its human nature. You can't honestly tell me that if you saw a man wearing a shirt that had a pot leaf on it that you wouldn't for one second think to yourself-

"That guy looks like he's on pot."

Well no shit, his shirt has a pot leaf on it. But for all you know, its not even his shirt. For all you know, it was the last thing in the laundry that was clean. Maybe he just likes the shirt. Point is, you can't not judge. You can say you don't all you want, be my guest, but that would make you a horrible liar. Yeah, you're probably going to judge me, but I don't believe in double standards, make fun of me and I'll probably join in. The last thing I want is for you to be over sensitive. I'm not one for self pity, and I'm not going to bitch about how much I bitch about my life. Comparitively, I have a pretty damn good life. I have a clean home, and a family. But I'm not going to lie, I hate my life, I hate myself and there are times where I have serious thoughts of doing terrible things to other people. I have near-nightly panic attacks and have been since a young age, there are reasons behind them, but its not always the same so I won't bother explaining unless you ask me. I am depressed, I'm lonely, I'm angry at the world. And yes, I'm a teenager, I'm hormonal, but get that bullshit out of your ears and listen, I've been this way a very long time. It's nothing new and I can handle myself. I don't want pity, or sensitivity. I act differently to adapt to situations, as do most people. When I'm around my best friend, I try to be as cheerful and upbeat as possible, because she's very unsure of how to help me. I'm the same way around my parents, simply because they don't understand whats going on or how to help, so my mother worries and my father yells at me. But that's a very brief insight on what sort of family I have, so please try to keep your biased opinions to yourself. I have little more to say about myself. I'm emotional. I take my writing seriously and love it. I compose, listen to, and study music. Call me Alice.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
                                                            - Edgar Allan Poe

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