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| 10:32pm 29/08/2005 |
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mood:  cynical music: Strawberry Gashes - JOJ
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Gah, it's been so long. I have an old poem that I rewrote.
The Violin, The Fiddle
I feel someone there Looking out for me Even when trouble May cease to be When I am hurt I’m left with no less Than a single scar Secrets to confess My angel is sent To carry me away On powder-soft wings Whenever I may stray Yet deliverance suddenly seems So wrong, so suddenly wicked Like a tragic twist in a melody And I, onstage and naked I am a prop, a violin A fiddle if you must Played on three shows a night Never left to pick up dust The play, the life Will it never end? My strings will snap My chords will bend The universe will play On me tonight No matter the sound Whether wrong or right I was indeed forever Well worn, well tuned Silly violin, foolish fiddle You are forever doomed
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| 08:42pm 07/10/2004 |
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mood:  drunk music: HIM
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Spill
She said I'm tired as fuck And I can't seem to keep this down She's shit out of luck Whores herself to stay in town Sweet little virgin Telling me her secrets Her mouth is burnin Cursed by all her old debts
I don't wanna I don't wanna hear this You don't wanna Ever have to live this
Always screaming Damaging for all to hear Something's brewing Whispering to stagnant fears |
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| I wrote a poem! i'm excited! |
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| 03:18pm 22/09/2004 |
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mood:  sick music: Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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Baneful Bang bang Let's do this again Right now I'm cowered Why are you hunched? My life, bleeding out of me I see a look I thought I'd never see And I'll watch as the colors go Black to grey Red to fake Please, not this way I'll never say my goodbye's You'll never learn how to cry I'll remember that one Special Saturday I'll remember it once Maybe twice today Remembering a stare, a touch Remember too God damn much Forget the nasty things You said to me Forget all the words To set you free Forget to see, touch, feel And to live This hesitant cloud that passes Pain from seperation More than forced penetration Someone whispering in my ear Against my will, an annoyance A whisper so cold and haunting You should not have lived Death Angel, a mock of seduction You should not have lived |
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| The wound that we share |
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| 11:28pm 19/09/2004 |
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mood:  surprised music: TV
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...to dig deeper in that wound. You should not have poked and prodded. The scab scratched open too many times. The blood that stained those sheets causing question, causing infection. It's contagious. That scar that everyone pointed out, the one that was not supposed to be...it was meant to be...my fate to yours I'll take the chance for quarantine. Wrongly subsided as such a wound must be left to be. To be. Something to be smoothed with one finger and caressed with a lip. Healing has to go about this way, they wont heal and I will never forget those nights that I could say I owned those scars. And you will lay on those clouds, looking down on these scars saying "I wonder if she knew", for in fact they owned me. I am lost to those clouds in which I stare ever after, for I will never own a piece of the mind you molded and destroyed. A toxin so strong but just enough to keep me from fatality. And when you smile down on me I'll look back up and say "Oh what a smile that breaks my heart in two." And I would lie there until you looked away, for a scar without you would be meaningless. I am a defect of a wound... |
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| crappy! |
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| 12:28am 19/07/2004 |
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Hallucination
I saw him arrive today But all he did was walk away I put my hand to the glass But all he did was pass I'm forced to look away My reflection makes it impossible to stay But I'm frozen where I stand The taste of blood gets bland The effect of shattering that pane They all ask if I'm insane He's not there, he's gone And I defy each dawn I saw him again today But he wasn't there anyway |
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| hmmmmmmmm |
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| 12:24pm 16/07/2004 |
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mood:  lonely music: Rain
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*thinks*
Don't grin if you are mad. Don't fake a smile when you are sad. Don't laugh when you have to cry. Don't pretend you don't see me as you pass right by. Don't whisper if you need to shout. Don't lie, you'll always be found out. Don't hold grudges, forgive and forget. Don't ever say that you wish we never met. Don't send me flowers if you don't care. Don't go and tell your friends things not meant to be shared. Don't tell me I'm special if I'm not. Don't make plans with me, break them, and say baby I forgot. Don't ever call me by other girls names. Don't cheat on me, quit playing your games. Don't use me, abuse me, or play me for a fool. Don't think I'm easy, I'm not your tool. Don't get with my friends, you know what I mean. Don't sleep around on me and swear you're still clean. Don't call me names like bitch, whore, or slut. Don't act like you're into me only when doors are shut. Don't stay with me only out of pity. Don't think I can't find another who won't treat me as shitty. Don't mess with my head, make me feel to you I belong. Don't toy with my heart as you string me along. Don't promise me forever if it's not meant to be. Don't say that it ain't working out, or blame the problem on me. Don't say you'll call me when you know you won't. Don't say you love me when you really don't
I don't know who wrote that one, but I found it elsewhere. Interesting. |
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| my heart hurts |
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| 12:05am 08/07/2004 |
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mood:  depressed music: TV
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Forced Desperation
I breathe in, breathe out So desperately As your stare gets more dank So blank Not reaching out, reaching in So desperately Acting so selfish So boarish I'll look at you, look away So desperately Please answer me So off key You'll walk to me, walk away So desperately Don't be a coward So devoured I'll let you in, spit you out So desperately I could never stay So gray You'll take it in, put me out So desperately Never wishing to feel regret So upset |
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| glue sucks |
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| 03:15pm 24/06/2004 |
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mood:  depressed music: To The World
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Stuck On You
Look Look into my eyes Spill to me your routine So beautiful your lips Press them ever deeper Caress my skin Like a delicacy Something you mistake To be made of fragility Treading lightly On stronger ground Kiss and tell Flash your deviance So much sin in a smile And no matter the pain It cures another hole It fills them in with the wrong substance But leaves me everything but empty True, this vile love is No good for this heart But glues it together for now And no matter the deprivation Of sight, of touch, of words I'll let it be so I'll wait by this phone I'll hope that your dreams Are filled with my eyes I'll hope that your words Are filled with my lips And I'll hope that when You no longer have a need For a creature like me You'll leave me without addiction Or spare me a bottle of glue |
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| well lemme see... |
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| 01:39pm 24/06/2004 |
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mood:  aggravated music: Video Games
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I've been told that July 8th at midnight is going to be my time. And there are so many signs leading up to it too! I'm excited...but also so very scared. I'm skeptical about the whole thing of course, but what about my nightmares? Is it just coincidence that they point out the same exact thing? He tells me that he's leaving soon. It scares me. There's something new to him, and now he's fading. It's as if he's not supposed to feel this way. These are no ordinary nightmares! I don't get it! I want to dream so badly but...but...I don't want him to go away! He may torture me, kill me every night and I still wish that he would stay! Is July 8th really my night? Will all of this end? Will I finally be free...or will it hurt me more?
I would ignore the whole circumstance...but who in their right mind would give up the chance to dream again? |
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| a great poem from a great person |
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| 06:10pm 23/06/2004 |
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mood:  crushed music: Yu-Ghi-Oh game
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Your Own Strange Eyes
Look into your own eyes... Check into yourself. Look into your own world... Look without the help Of people who try to change you... Of people who try to hurt you. The people that...try to make you. Something you're not... Something un-new. Look into your own past... Create the history Of things you've done and things you're gonna do... Of things you love and things you'll breakthrough. The things that fit... The descriptions of you Are the things you need To stand out in this zoo. Look into......your mirror of lies..... Look deep into....... Your own strange eyes.
--Jeffrey Nero Hardy |
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| The Experiment |
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| 11:26pm 13/06/2004 |
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mood:  nervous music: The Sunday Night Sex Show!
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...I'm contemplating her future. I don't know if she's able to handle the life I've given her. She's been dragged way too many times, her soul is way too worn. You can see through her, there are so many holes. Her burdens of present would be nothing if she had led a normal life. She needs to be kept dormant for a little more time. Her sleep, which will no more ease her pain than her living amongst everyone else - will do no more than relax her body. It may be a start, we can seperate her from her current world. We can leave her past behind her, erase her memory (which would only cause her pain were we not to do so) and give her a new life. One of a healthy family, a better choice in friendship where she doesn't get too close to them and an area that does not inspire her. It seems her inspirations are the things that open her mind. They make her realize the truth behind each shadow. This is healthy for no person, escpecially the young of heart. Her heart is a different story. It hangs on a needle-thin thread, holding on for the spite of it. No need to stop and stare. Just a glance and you will see the wear, the stains and the emptiness. Each deformation tells a story of hurt, of love and of pride. It beats at a slow pace, with no rhythm at all. It is truly the most tortured part of her, apart from her mind, which we will leave for another time. No, the mind holds no power here. Her heart is her entire being. She holds on without knowing why, just as planned. We live to make her die inside... |
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| woohee |
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| 10:01pm 12/06/2004 |
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mood:  tired music: Paycheck
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A cywydd llosgyrnog; I'm one. "A what?" Well, quite. There'd be no fun In being understood; I Thrive upon obliquity. Don't comprehend or follow me, For mystery's my ally. | What Poetry Form Are You?
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Thus, the Mystery Vixen :-)
| How to make a mysteryvixen |
Ingredients:
3 parts anger
1 part silliness
3 parts joy |
Method: Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Top it off with a sprinkle of sadness and enjoy! |
Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.comSadness is a state of mind...and obviously a state of me. More to myself then to anyone else I wonder what tomorrow holds What it holds for us all So much layed on fates shoulders And all i am, and all i'll be Is there, to see, to hear To smile again |
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| working myself to a new level |
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| 04:23pm 09/06/2004 |
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mood:  hot music: The Grapes of Wrath
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...I work because that's all I know anymore. My world is full of doubt because I don't know how to trust anymore. My relationships are based on business-like actions and you're crossing my barrier. Back off creature of love. I can't look at you or else I'll lose my fragile composure. Yes, I'm worked to the bone, my body craves this physical pain, this torture on my brain. Now, do your sit-ups and look over your geometry. Don't stop, you can't be weak. Don't pick up that phone, you WONT be weak. Try harder and don't faint, you CAN'T be her. She's too sweet, too fun...way too pretty. You have to be this - this machine. Keep your composure, don't crack that grin and no more makeup! Don't smile at him, don't dial that number. When he calls on you, you need to tell him goodbye. Stick your heart in the freezer and bite your tongue. Don't speak against your masters, you are slave to the authority. Be silent, be smart, be witty, be everything! Be normal, you pathetic little girl... |
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| 07:16pm 07/06/2004 |
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 Unique, mystical, insightful and beautiful You are a Snow sprite. Mysterious, and alluring you naturally attract people to you, your like a people magnet even though you most often wish to be alone. Your love for cold climates and snow has given you an insight into the beauty few see. While most see bland white you see a forest or blanket of sparkling white beauty. To you life is something precious and you intend to figure out its mysteries. You are very mature and don't waste your intelligence on childish games or people not worth your time which can make you seem arrogant at times but you are really just intent on saving your time for better things. Your soul is very beautiful if not a little shut up, you keep your emotions hidden from everyone and therefore they don't know what your capable of. You are a living fantasy.
.::=What type of mythical Sprite are you?=::. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers- brought to you by Quizilla
 The Guardian Adventure, thrill seeking, loyal, with high goals for themselves, and equally high standards for society. They protect what they stand for, and those that cannot stand up for themselves.
A unique perspective on one's inner self: who are you? brought to you by Quizilla |
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| To You |
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| 03:47pm 03/06/2004 |
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mood:  exhausted music: My Immortal
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I finally wrote another poem Within five minutes mind you Ignore its shittiness
To You
Taste me then waste me Isn't that why I'm here? Deprive me of my talents Of every inspiration A dedication to the details As if to stop time The illusion of a moment In a blink of an eye You fail yourself and this life Your everything was for nothing Written in ink, unburnable An eraser rubbed down to nothing Everything still for nothing Even more time has passed Now who is to blame, more dwelling To you, a waste, an embarrasment Stripped of your ability Like me, the trash, so ashamed A dream of another life To yearn, something to believe in A waste of time to breathe A dissapointment to wake To you, unashamed |
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| 10:45pm 27/05/2004 |
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Sugar lows after happiness Good days that go so bad Something else to tear me down Feeling all but mostly clad
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Waiting for a phone call that will never come. Waiting to hear a voice that's too long gone. Waiting for the moment when I get to smile. Waiting to see you so I know it's worthwhile. |
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| yay for poemness! |
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| 09:15pm 17/05/2004 |
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mood: asphyxiated music: someone mowing the lawn - AT 9 O CLOCK AT NIGHT!!!!!!!!!
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Serenity
Hello I am serenity Calm down love I'm here to rescue you To love and to care To ease and to please A servant I am To you, to all On hands and knees I'll swallow your fears I'll feed you the toxin Candy-coated, so sweet I'll meet you there love In heaven or in hell I'll show you your rest Your death Signed Serenity |
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| spur of the moment |
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| 05:06pm 14/05/2004 |
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mood:  dirty
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Sleeping
I drift off to sleep With rain beating glass A lull an unbroken promise After working so hard of such a mass I fall asleep Warm and so alone Reaching to nothing It goes straight to my bones
I hug my pillow I wish you were near I hug my pillow I wish you were here
Kissing my eyelids Faining to leave Tangling my hair in your fingers Stealing a kiss as your chest does heave Fall away as I'm startled awake A phone ringing loudly A torment of dreams Yet I was sleeping so soundly I pick up and receive I answer 'hello?' You speak of your nightmares I answer, 'I know' |
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| another translation |
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| 03:47pm 04/05/2004 |
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mood:  aggravated music: Somebody
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This is the translation to Ein fool's Kuß:
A Fool's Kiss
I have the kiss of death Kiss me once and never twice Regard me and sacrifice you Perhaps never after first sight A view so friendly A view so deadly Speak with me the distribution A kiss so soft A defeating kiss A kiss with such an effect The designation, which knocks you off your feet A literal effect But not a pleasure I'll poison it my love For this poison is in itself A poisoned love is love period A curse to me more than to you Do not come close to me, you'll burn I am this love Here sent, in ordere to give you hell I'll pull it all inside They become all case for this spell Come play with me fools Hold this slave company
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| translation |
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| 09:34pm 03/05/2004 |
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mood:  mischievous
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My Greek Poem: Love Eternal
I will take this blade of razors Run the razor beyond your stomach I see the blood pouring under the sides Consume the rest I will not leave a fall A respect of flesh will ensure this I swim in you my love This red water that is so warm I will go under and will drown in you Open my eyes and become you Wrap my arms around you and are You I love in and outside No pain exists in this love I will speak to your cold body for the hours Until I realize that you are not really there You will be placed in the storage with the others until I need you again A decomposed doll that was gentleman for so much time I can take you outside and dance with you one hot day The smell will bring the eyes undesirable I do not want you to leave I don't want you to be far away Where I will never find you Where I cannot follow Deep into the earth Where I will never see your grave The engraved rock that says Here lies my lover Even if he was dead He was always there for me
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