Tuesday, February 27th, 2007
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11:06 pm
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sultanae
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Wow.... no one has bothered to post an entry for a while now, eh....
No worries, I dun' really have anyhting to do so might as well write some random stuff, which doesn't make any sense.
I just joined because this community looked like fun, so come on!
Come back to life and write something!
"When we are dreaming alone it is only a dream. When we are dreaming with others, it is the beginning of reality. " Dom Helder Camara
Just somehow thought this fitted in this community...
Take care and remember..... sweet dreams ..... ;)
Sultanae
current mood:  tired
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Thursday, October 6th, 2005
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4:35 pm - Here goes nothing...
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ox3milyluvsuxo
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Well Im new here. Acutally just joined. :)
So heres something I've had on my mind for some time now.
Comment and tell me what you think please...
He wants her
She means nothing to him anyway
She realizes its over
And pulls away not wanting to get hurt
She wants him
Hes with someone else
People start to talk
He holds her tighter as they kiss
She likes it and only wants more
Though its not right
That night she cries herself to sleep
Shes broken inside
He doesn't care
He acts as if he owns her
Pushing her around
She treats him so good
Yet he treats her like shit
People wonder what she sees in him
And she can't even answer that herself
She wants it all to end
Just stop and make everything normal again
But it never will be
It just goes like this...
-Boy likes girl
-Girl likes boy
-They fall in major love
-So he takes her heart and breaks it
</3
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Sunday, July 10th, 2005
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1:30 pm
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stephakola
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hey. my names steph. i'm new to this community.
poem i wrote a little while ago
sometimes i get high,
sometimes i get low,
and sometimes im just inbetween.
inbetween is the worst.
no feelings. no pain.
you feel nothing and dont know.
when im high-
i feel like i can fly. i feel invinsible.
but when im low-
i feel like i could die.
but when im inbetween,
i cut to feel no emotional pain.
i cut, to free myself from mistakes.
but sometimes the past catches up to you.
just a little something i wrote. have a good one.
current mood:  lazy
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Sunday, July 3rd, 2005
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9:28 pm
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fallenreliquary
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and i carried the casket
heavy with loves false pretenses
the girl i love is dead
i sit by the cave though
waiting for some hope
waiting for the ressurection
waiting for some connection
to you
me and your shadow
we are children of the night
you litter every corner
you burn away every light
his hands around your waste
as you ride off in the sunset
to some dinner sucide
where the meat is wriggling
and so is my corpse
your ghost by my side
we reak havick as we drive,
spilling out love into the night
a love waiting to be revived.
his lips to your lips
pull the string to this old toy
break out the knife and begin to twist
one day i hope i can find joy...
but such fallacy hopes
arise on loves stary dreams
we may ride togather,
but are split at the seems..
his hips to your hips....
was it a swing or a miss....
salt air fill my lungs and my thoughts
and right now I fight to exist..
and death has never been so accepting...
the poison has never been sweeter
we climb a tree to touch the stars
i climb the bridge to only be hit by a car
its never been so tempting
to only pull an inch
setting the clutch in reverse
let me strech back the skin
to set free all that was
and all that could have been
falling back onto who i was
who i never wished again
but its all ash,
you brought in...
and i stll ask
do you still?
you never loved
i wish i never;;;;;;
you never cared
i wish i never//////
you never hurt
i will never..again
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Monday, June 27th, 2005
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2:41 am
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fallenreliquary
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A poem i wrote...yep
Home is where the heart is
Then my head rests on the pavement
And it was 3 story fall
From your heart to the asphalt
Come morning, your thoughts will be on me
Come morning, ill be engraved in stone.
Like the emotions, from your actions, you condone.
The yarn ball slowly dwindles
And spills onto the pavement
I’m just a tangled mess
It’s all knots and pulled so tight
Cutting off circulation to
To everything and everyone around me
To my emotions and memory
By the time you come to realized
Ill be carried away,
The chalk silloette is all that will be left
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Friday, January 28th, 2005
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1:15 am - can i ever stop running?
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shadesoblique
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here we go again; im being chased. a female points me out as the other female her boyfriend has been sleeping with. for the remainder of the dream i and another female are trying to get away from these people. i have yet to identify the other girl but we stick together, picturing the detail in the setting of my dream; it was night and she and i were running through endless housing tracks staying in the alleyways and backyards. we end up in a backyard with a huge dog and she disappears (im terrified of dogs)then i panic taking off some other way as we get split up. after dodging people in cars following me, i find the other girl sitting on patio furniture at someone's house. i sit with her when suddenly we are caught by an older woman (i feel is his girlfriend's mother?) who dumps some liquid on me then lights a match.
current mood:  contemplative
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Sunday, January 16th, 2005
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12:35 pm - a taunting stranger
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shadesoblique
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Everytime its the same; each time i see him there is no escape from an identical fate. this supprise encounter has repeatedly visited me over the last 3yrs. during whatever situation i may be in, i see him and slowly he is all i can see. at this point every detail in his face and demeanor becomes clear, inside im getting flustered and being drawn towards him. my facial expressions communicate hopeful excitement but his face say nothing and dismisses me immediately. visually seen is my adoration for him and his rejection by shrugging his shoulders. the message is obvious however i dont believe i have yet accepted it. he's been out of my life, now just stay out of my subconscious!
current mood:  hunted
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Sunday, January 2nd, 2005
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9:58 pm
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outof___mysoul
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how to get a cut, to scar? like if you cut a design then want it to stay?
cross-posted.
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Thursday, December 30th, 2004
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12:44 am - in wicked's domain
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shadesoblique
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this is more of a nightmare:
my friend and i arrive a some house for whatever reason, instantly im warned but my friend realizes nothing and proceeds without hesitation. we were there to spend the night (i suppose) the rooms were of old victorian decor which seemed it has been unoccupied for yrs. i cant sleep so i get up to go into a huge kitchen which was composed with windows all around and at the ceiling. blood begins to drip down the sides and panicked i get my friend and rush to the door. we opened the door but could not cross to the outside, an overwhelming desperation freed us and we walked down the long yard to the street where i still didnt feel safe from the house. waiting for the bus my friend begins walking back towards the house, i grab her and the bus comes.
we're off the bus and no longer carrying our stuff. we walk through a cemetary without fear even though it was the middle of the night. for some time we were actually having fun and enjoying the presence of the dark trees and tombstones, then i trip over something and my friend is gone. i call for her, however the awareness of being alone is threatning and i start running from misty figures that are right behind me. then the path splits and im running so fast i end up on the wrong side, finally i end up on a ship of the british navy (year 1600?) with some guy wearing a wig and im stuffed inside the formal dresses for ladies and in the background is classical violin music. end.
current mood:  frantic
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Tuesday, November 30th, 2004
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6:06 pm - my rant
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angelscar
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life sucks when u dont have a best friend or a boyfriend
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Sunday, October 24th, 2004
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8:51 pm
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Tuesday, October 12th, 2004
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9:22 pm - love sucks
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twilight_doll11
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I could send him all the hate-mail I want
kick him all I wished
glare at him with all my worth
and I would still love him
my heart forgives
my heart has hope
my heart won't give up
and I hate it
i'm reduced down to the crumpled bit of faith I have for things to go right
while the rest of my life falls to pieces
all in his name
current mood:  sick
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Monday, September 20th, 2004
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4:19 pm - photography project.let me know what you think
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Sunday, August 29th, 2004
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5:41 pm
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Friday, August 13th, 2004
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2:11 pm - .new.
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hertearsfall
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Yeah, I'm new.
"No Pitying Grace"
Nothing could ever be better
Than the blank pages in your eyes
No readable expression
My face burns fom your salt tears
You cry far too much
You cry out for pity every chance you get
Too bad you'll get none from me
You're a speck
A dead fly on the floor with broken wings
And I don't give a damn
You heart is beating, slow but still
Your blood is draining grey
Self-mutilated
How am I expcted to save your sorry life?
You can't even save yourself.
"Perfect Infatuation"
I know you can feel it
The insanity of this, our kiss
But how much it can fit
How it seems real, natural
I know you know, I know you do
Our heartbeats match
And your arms are so safe
There's no way you disagree
No hell cna frighten me
It can't be s in to love you, an angel
The most perfect being in my eyes
Do you predict heartbreak?
From someone as gentle as you?
Just the thought is blasphemy
You my savior, saving grace
Your lips, a taste of heaven
You love me like I love you
No doom could ever touch us
Never, never never . . .
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Tuesday, July 27th, 2004
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2:31 am - check it OUT!!
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2:31 am - check it OUT!!
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2:28 am - check it OUT!!
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Thursday, July 15th, 2004
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2:56 am
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unlockthestars
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the smoke was swirling round your head as you sang
and pressed the keys in the darkness of the room
your voice was like plated glass
and your words wraped around the music
like the smoke rings round your head
current mood:  awake
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Sunday, July 11th, 2004
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6:59 pm
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inmemoryofxme
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Sitting staring blankly at a screen with nothing on it won't help me. Watching myself in my mind bury myself as deep and as fast as I can won't help me. It won't make me as numb as I wish to be. It won't make me hurt, nor will keep me from hurting. It won't erase the undying urges I had for things that could have...ruined it all, because of people that left me. A person is a hell of a stupid reason to give away everything you have. but it doesn't make it any less of a reason. This won't erase what I do to myself when you leave me. Nor will it erase the memories I hope I have burned into people's hearts and minds. This won't mean anything to me until I say it again. and it won't mean anything to you at all, because it never did.
I hope that when I die, every last one of you that ever felt my presence or my gaze, or my skin or my breath...
in fact- I know, that every last one of you
will. know. my. name.
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