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Wednesday, August 9th, 2006
2:54 pm

This group caught my interest and well...decided to join. One thing really about me is that my poetry never gets happy...It's more angsty, sad and into spiritual things...

The Soul That's lost

Walking around blindly
Like a hollow shell
I'm searching for something I can't find
There's something beyond my reach

Ghostly cries of pain
Continue to echo from my cold body
My heart never beats
But my resolve is always there

Shades of gray
Are above my head
Floating slowly as a feather
Something is calling out
Bringing me closer to a light

As I touch the wispy soul
Everything is encased in darkness around me
I'm far away
No one's here
And I can't forget
I won't forget

How I came to be here.

My hands are stained
With my own blood
Shaking horribly as I remember.
I curse myself
And my past decisions

I knew thee well...
But, you will see me again
I stumble deeper into the pits of hell.

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Wednesday, October 12th, 2005
1:16 pm - Hello ^_^

Hi there, Im new and I'll add some poetry/writing here soon. My life is just a little chaotic now.

current mood: pensive

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Friday, July 22nd, 2005
4:02 pm

This is part of a story I am writing which is a different take on the Gancomer myth...Please, I would value any and all opinions, critiques and any such helpful information you would like to share with me.

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Monday, May 23rd, 2005
4:17 pm


i've never posted anything before... i guess just tell me what you think if you read this.  thanks.



They entered me.

And then I left.

They left too.


Each was different and yet

not very memorable,

Except for the fact that they all

weren’t worth a memory

in my mind

Or my heart.


And anyway,

Heart is just heat

with a little growl in it.


The same way my insides

long to be fed tonight,

My heated

Heart is empty.


No one has fed me

in over six months.

It’s been a binge-purge

of boys and a couple of men, but

I couldn’t keep any of it down

And we all know I have a


Gag reflux.


I swear I’ll throw up

Any man I swallow.

What goes in

Will always come out.

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Wednesday, February 16th, 2005
7:02 pm

Here's another poem, comment please

I see life pass through me
Is there a purpouse for it at all?
I wonder what could it be
Because I seem ,without rising,to fall, to fall

And I'm tired of it already
Of daily showing a facade
To put on a mask and be ready
To hide my feelings inside

I want to escape
To run, to break free
I don't know how much more I can take
This situation is destroying me

Time passes by
Still, I don't know where to go
I can't help but wonder why
If it'll ever be alright, I don't know, don't know

The way out I see
Seems rough and unreachable
The easy way for me
Is death, is death, sounds reasonable

I can't find the strenght to fight back
Don't have anyone to soothe my cries
My defenses are begginning to crack
And I'm cold, cold, so broken inside

Now I'm off, far away from here
I bid my goodbye
Not with sadness or with fear
I decided to stay alive.

hope u like it

current mood: stressed

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Monday, January 24th, 2005
4:23 pm

Hi, I'm new to this community, I'd like to post a poem I wrote, hope u like it, comment please.

The princess is suffering
Is there someone
Out there,listening?
Poor princess,she'll never know

She struggles and fights
She keeps her feelings inside
But she's tired of all the sleepless nights
There is nothing she can do now

A voice full of sadness
You can hear her cries for help
But soon she sinks into a sea of darkness
Because no one seems to care

She was longing for affection
They thought it was a joke
She needed a bit of attention
But she received none,her heart broke

So sad, she was by all this
That in death, she found bliss
And only the air and the night breeze
Heard her last words and a softly blown kiss

That is the tale of the princess
It could be your torment someday
Now you know, so please
Don't turn your back, try to help

And if you see the princess
Help her, don't let her go
Do what you can, perhaps a promise
So she won't suffer anymore

Someplace, somewhere, there will be one alike
Rescue her from the dark
Help her with no doubt
Make her life happier, heal her shattered heart.

The End

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Friday, December 3rd, 2004
8:34 pm

this isn't going to be good at all. at this point i don't really care.

sitting here alone
with feelings left unknown
wandering through the streets
with only a look of defeat
i have nothing left in me
just a bit of deserperation
but you just dont like me
not even a consideration

hah..just wrote that in like 15 seconds..wow.

thoughts anyone?

current mood: lonely

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Thursday, August 5th, 2004
1:39 am - I'm new...

I'm new here....I was originally attracted by the title because Stealing Beauty is my favorite movie. But I stayed here because of all the beautiful poems. I joined hoping maybe some of your literary beauty would rub off on me and make my ugly little poems more beautiful...

This One
And he settles himself upon you
voice like a shroud
and you can't speak for fear of choking
on the strength of his will.
Yes, you loved him
Yes, you want this
Yes, you wished for a man like him
on your birthday candles
since age 10.
But your devotion
and his desire is more than you asked for.
And now all you would wish for
on birthday candles, eyelashes, stars
is that there was no love and no want.
And all you want is to be alone again
sitting and wishing for a man like this one.
One who would dry all your tears
and listen to you rant and rave and scream
without saying a single word.
Now you have him- now he's yours
and together you've moved
past the world of candles and wishes
into a brand new world where
everything is sharp and clean.
No dirt on your hands
no chaste kisses on your cheek.
It's all hunger and rage and pain and tears.
And all you want
is a wish for a man like this one.

current mood: awake

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Wednesday, March 10th, 2004
5:01 pm

Shall we?
Dreams are never here to stay
What bothers me most,
is no words to say.
Every new day,
wonder when to enter a dream once more.

Perhaps I am losing..
I messed up an honest thing,
when I hid something from him
Now the feeling is lost.
I want to search for a dream.
I feel tired of waiting for this one to continue.
I want more dreams, and clouds to drift about.

Shant you look upon my dreary eyes
Into strange worlds of slowed time.
Do not fall in love with me
After I have been there two years ago.
Now is NOT the time for love and kiss.
Now is just me standing for him.
You, I want to feel, so bad.
Damn these morals, curse these emotions.

I remain stuck in between two dreams.
Not entering neither, I am sitll.
As a dead with no soul,
I am in question with no help.
I shall mark my face with ugly ink.

This goes so much farther then deap
into an abandond thought about dreded reality.
I stick to what has been planned
and dwell in what could have been.

I got so entirely lazy with puncuation in this poem. And also lazy with the ending. If the message in this is not clear I will explain it - but first..one will have to ask.
I will re-do this one, but I will probably only post the completelt finished one in my personal journal.

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Monday, February 23rd, 2004
7:06 pm

The dreams in which Im dying, are the best I'v ever had.
This poem may not gather much sense. I suppose those who read it should create their own images of it. Comments always welcome. Thanks.

Wrong Room.

What is there to starve for?
The days are young,
and extended till you can handle no more.
Can crying make you stronger?
This upside down room,
I didn't mean to walk in.
Now I am lost.

I hold dear to myself,
a few souls who will love me.
Though as I walk on,
you desend even farther.

Who is it falling?
Who is it screaming and laughing?
We wait until the day we feel good,
feel the way we should long for.
Just swirls of different images.

Now today, I felt it most.
When I bumped into the one
who meant to run the farthest.
Now I can not say who is running faster
or who is standing longer.

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Thursday, February 12th, 2004
7:04 pm - new

Hello, I am new here. I am not quite sure how this works but I am posting one of my poems. I know it is Cliche, but I hope someone likes it. Well, here it is...

Walk Along
I looked upon her swollen eyes
Doleful expressions and silenced motions.
I kissed her soft cheeks
and pray I thee for this
inpotent mother.
She lost a child, friend of years.
I seek to bode ill,
her strenuous sorrow is without cease.
Rile not, her slumber days.
My dearest, must walk on.
Keep walking, dwell only
For a darker state.

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Saturday, December 29th, 2001
12:39 pm

"And So I Write It Down With My Fountain Pen" And so I write down the pain... All the tears never did help Scars from yesterday set me apart From the rest of the world From you. Everything was caught up in My lies, my fears Everything and you Crying night after night Falling asleep but wishing I was dying Tears running coldly, wishing I wasn't crying I never could have done anything That was worth your time Your love, Your patience. Always wanting to have warmth Always wanting to have A gentle touch Your warm embrace was frightful Painful In the beginning. And so I write down the joy... Afterwards, I became like you I saw myself in everything you did Saw myself in your eyes Heard myself in the steady beat of your heart Afterwards, I loved everything you did Saw every move you made Heard every sound Smelled every scent I fell Like a stone cast down from The Sky In love with you Rainy days never seemed So pleasant Sunny days never seemed So incandescent Giving you the most in every way Being in love everyday Learning from the pain Living off the rain Knowing my suffering Wasn't in vain

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Sunday, October 28th, 2001
7:23 pm - Go to my site!!!Please?


I want everyone to go my site and tell me how much my poems suck ass. Oh, and just ignore the ugly picture...Thank you.

current mood: accomplished

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Saturday, October 27th, 2001
12:10 pm

sentient being
dance without
drink your wine
made from years
drink the sweet juice
drunk on memories
and the past
hung over
i am
for days
removing photos
from my view
resisting the urge
to vomit
up the years
~tasting terrible on the way down~
let 'em sit in my stomach
acid desengrate
break 'em down
salvage the useful
enter the bloodstream
and continue
to dance
the drink off

current mood: chipper

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Sunday, October 7th, 2001
7:14 pm - >> if only i could be as amazing and beautiful as you

if only i could be as lovely as some of those empty faces the roam this earth. though i may be small, young and unappealing to the eye, give me a glance. i hold my head up high yet my tears still don't cease... if only i could be as amazing and beautiful as you. then maybe i would face this world with truth.

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Sunday, July 8th, 2001
10:43 pm

Choke me with twilight promises
Give me a reason to fear December
I turn to face a sultry summer night
Look straight through me
I take another breathe,
Only one more slow,
Will it all wash away,
If I take it all in at once
Shudder, clarity of the moon,
Flushed, I turn towards midnight.

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Sunday, June 24th, 2001
10:21 pm - Aww...

I want someone...

- who understands me
- who will sit outside in the rain with me
- who will laugh at my jokes
- who will tell me when I am being too serious
- who will dance with me, even when we are alone
- who will hold me when I'm scared
- someone to lay with in silence
- who will listen to my dreams
- who will let me paint their nails
- who's not macho in front of their friends
- to let me cry
- to brush my hair when I am sick
- who will joke around with me
- who will buy me little things to cheer me up
- who will let me surprise them
- who can make me laugh until I cry without even trying
- to try new things with
- who will call me just to hear my voice
- who is open-minded
- who will watch Saturday morning cartoons with me
- who won't judge me on what they have heard or superficial things
- who will make me a mixed tape of songs that mean something special
- who can show me they care
- who will meet my parents instead of just pulling up and honking
- who will take naps with me outside
- to do crazy things with
- who will give me a massage when I am sore
- who will rock me to sleep
- who will stay up with me when I can't sleep
- who has an obsessive habit like I do
- who laughs loud
- who are themselves
- who will take walks with me
- who will hug me a lot
- who will play in the snow with me
- to challenge me
- to let me win sometimes
- to tease me
- who will give me space when I need it
- I can tell anything to
- who will cook for me (and teach me how to cook)
- who won't laugh when I get a bad hair cut
- to stay up late with me
- to sincerely compliment me once in awhile
- to whisper in my ear
- to count red cars with me on a road trip
- who won't laugh when I cry at sappy movies
- to give me a cute Band-Aid when I am bleeding
- who will sing to me no matter how bad they think they sound
- who will bless me when I sneeze
- who can call me "baby" without sounding stupid
- who will buy ice cream from an ice cream truck
- who won't be mad if I take too long to get ready
- who will let me borrow their boxers to sleep in
- who won't hog the covers
- who will wipe my tears when I cry
- who won't condemn me when I make a mistake
- who will love me for me
- who will tell me they love me

current mood: hopeful

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10:21 pm - Addicted

I'm addicted to you
Everything about you
Makes me want you more
The way your fingertips
Are so soft on my skin
The way you bite your bottom lip
It's all so
s e x y
Yet, innocent.
Like you.
And that's why
I am addicted to you.

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10:21 pm - Addicted

I'm addicted to you
Everything about you
Makes me want you more
The way your fingertips
Are so soft on my skin
The way you bite your bottom lip
It's all so
s e x y
Yet, innocent.
Like you.
And that's why
I am addicted to you.

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Saturday, June 23rd, 2001
7:47 pm - You lied to me...

You lied to me...
Let me think...
Imagined I would believe
Everything you told me
Do you really think I am that stupid?

current mood: accomplished

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