I see you with her and i have to stop myself from crying... i wish that you were mine and that i could hold you in my arms.. but i can not... I am alone now and i wait... i wait to see if you two will ever break apart then i could have one more chance with you because i believe that i might love you.. I lost you once and it has been eating away at my heart.. so now i ask you ... will you please be mine and forgive me for what i have done in the past.. for i do have a reason why i did this but once i knew i like you still and that i liked you a bunch it was too late.... please.... i love you
she caressed her body
the green apples were everywhere.
there was a girl
withered and scabbed.
..and where is Wednesday?
i'm gay and queer and im looking
my hopes die
my hopes are dead
i wish i had someone
to fuck
Don't cry, sweetheart. It's our fate, just breathe, calm... slowly, lift your eyes up to me. Look deep into my heart. Who is it that you see? Just like looking in the mirror. It's over now, and you have to go. My love, My life, The reason for my existance. How pure your soul has become. Hold me, let me hold you. Don't fight the feeling, just let it go. Goodbye my love, watch over me and keep me safe... I will not forget you, I will never stop loving you.
society feels obsolete, I'm sick of playing its rules, I think I'll start to cheat
I know, I know you could do better, my sweet heart
Why you now close, whiter and wipe away your hopes, then?
And she is the only one i'll ever love, she's the only one i'll ever see, she's the only one that was meant for me. I don't know why i let her go i was so stupid, why why why? She doesn't know what it's like to be me looking at her, and how can i just be friends with her when everytime i look at her i want to cry. And she doesn't know, we're just good friends. But we need to be more. The day i get her will be the best the first day of my life
It died
flirtatious
FIELD OF DAISIES
Waving in the wind
Underneath the sky
Pick, pull, pluck, pray
Will my wish come true?
Sweet solitude, quiet reflection
A single tiny flower
Within an endless field
So vast, full, and wide
I feel so small here
Knowing it's the end
Of all my childhood fantasies
Time to go out into the world
A single, lonely, exiled soul
Amongst millions of others
Pick, pull, pluck, and pray
Will my wish come true?
I don't believe in the sorcerers or the preachers- I just believe in you
I don't believe in the scholars or the wisemen- I just believe in you
When she got up, swaying, the trees were visably thrown off balance. It suddenly seemed odd that the trees could have ever supported themselves, as they began to sway, one way, then around to the other, too far, and fall in succession, bent or shattered in tangled piles, bounce, fight eachothers branches a little, and then settle. In the stillness that followed, Bethany, while looking around, began to feel a very slight tug. The tension had become tangible. The almost invisable fibres, the trout fishing lines attached to several points around her head and face began to pull lightly. She realized it had started already.
And so she said "I can't wait until you're sixteen", with such a tone in her voice that for a moment I thought it was real...and somehow, I wish it had been real.
si te llama la atencion el desmadre, soltar todo tu miedo y aventarte de todas a todas al mundo nunca pensando en las consequencias solo dejando te llevar por la vida te invito a que me acompanes, vamos no tengas miedo, volar, tomar, sentir, cojer, amar, soltar, pasear, vamos.
let me tell you the real shit. there is no way out, you are never safe, to try to explain to somebody is like saying goodbye forever to yoursef, your soul that is if there is one, do you? will you? passion rules every aspect of your life dont deny it. WHAT IS IS.
Singing in the rain... just singing in the rain... oh what a wonderful feeling... I'm happy again! teehee!
My hair has been hard to brush for the past year. Maybe I shouldn't brush it. No, I'm going to just brush it. Yeah. MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE ROCKS.
Reaching a hand up to touch her face, I felt her sigh before I heard it, and captured her lips under mine. Kissing deeply and without restraint, a hand sliding to gently cup her breasts as she cupped mine. Her taste was exquisite and I knew in my sould that I would never forget this moment. The way her hair ran like silk through my fingers, and he way her breasts brushed just below mine, pressing on the part of my torso that was neither chest nor stomach. And the way I could feel her heart beat as though it were mine, and the delicate shiver as she gave herself up to me. She was then my passion personified, and now she is only my heart lost...
...and just like that she's dead. Still and cold on the floor. Alone and gone, for everyone who was with her perished as well. Nothing good can be said now because nobody cares. And nobody's there, nobody's breath a mist over her corpse, and nobody's soft hands on her neck feeling for her pulse because the universe has dropped away as well, she is just a corpse on a floor in the abscense of the universe. The distant recesses of space reaching infinitly away from her; they can't help her now, and they won't try because it's pointless. Nothing matters now, and no one will help. Her spirit doesn't float from her body, her soul doesn't go to God; he never existed in the first place and his so-called existence was just in her head to keep her going. But that belief is fruitless now, because she is cold, still and alone.
i confessed to you my admiration
and i'm sure my eyes betrayed this...
blind adoration ,this... hapless and
naive endearment. i thought that
maybe i could close my eyes and
i'd find your fingers would entwine
mine and i'd smile and place a kiss
on your lips (warm and scented;
i could once again imagine how
that kiwi lipgloss tastes) and your
fragrance - i had played it out so
exquisitely in my mind's eye, so
when your gaze was elsewhere
i went numb, i couldn't imagine
anything could possibly happen
besides how i so fondly imagined
it so.
and now i berate myself; how could
i have been so mistaken? and with
every bruise on my thigh, i love you,
and with every cut on my arm, i love
you, and with every twinge of hunger
and every meal i skip, I LOVE YOU, and
when you shy away from me in the hall
and when your eyes darken, how can i
not weep, silently, and not remember
those gracious scatterings of your
private affection, the look you gave me,
your touch, and when (twice!) you drew
me towards you, closer, and you had in
fact submitted and did not pull away when
i went down on you, those few passionate
exchanges we shared, your flesh against
mine - why is it you permit me to adore
you like that, yet now you turn me away?
And the beat goes on....
......History repeating itself....AGAIN
a dream of sweetly smiling eels
two eggs and inky pebbles
Finnish caterpillars
writhing skeletons
lightning-quick fairy children
crash land in the sweltering desert
salmon jitterbugging
just another Monday morning
Sleigh bells ring but we aren't listening
It wasn't the first time Donna had approached him for help and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last. He decided to cave in this last time and then apply his new life philosophy, Trickle-Down Mercy, to her the next time she- the eternal pre-adolescent- came floating over on her webbed ballerina feet.
here as i sit at this empty cafe,
i remember,all those moments,
lost in wonder,
that we'll never find again.
tho the world is my oyster,
it's only a shell,
full of memories.
But she had a dark secret that she dared not speak. Following in the ways of Sappho, Ophelia fell in love with a special enchanted kind of girl. She was taken by a girl who was deep into demonic forces. And Ophelia was taken by her identity. What was she to do? Should she take a chance on true love, or maintain stability?
Come weep with me, come wash away the pain, the mistakes, the fears, and the agony. Share of your pain here, your deepest sorrows, your most heartfelt distress. Perhaps in this sorrow will be lessened, pain will be eased, and wounds to be healed. Perhaps in seeing others' like ourselves we will not feel so alone and perhaps together we can see the true way towards a better, richer, fuller, more beautiful life. May all who seek truth find it, and when true truth is found may they keep it with all of their hearts. May truth lead to freedom, freedom to lightness, and lightness to joy.
can't breathe
can't think
can't see
can't speak
scarlet eyes and scarlet drips
all of this across my lips
twisted lines and twisted flesh
all of this across my chest
hate this life. wish it disappear. no longer will i feed my pain. no more am i controlled by hate. there's no one for me to talk to, they're all just fake. They think i'm doing it for attention but really it's telling, i've quit.. they say life is short, it's because you're dead forever...depression keeps burning back. causing me to want not to live. the pain is ridged between my broken heart. and ripping apart my soul. there's no point of carrying on. so why not die now? i will not be overpowered by them..but i can't control it...the smiles are fake..now i lay...not awake.
tears fall from my eyes, bear with the pain, confess your hatred in me, i know you see my death within my eyes, forgive me for knowing, i want it to change, i wish for it to be different, break the hardened heart that i have hidden behind so long, i would wish to say i want you but i'm a afraid, it breaks me to know that it pushes me away but my lips will touch yours and i will continue to beg please forgive me
so i went to answer the phone, but no one replied as i said, "hello".
then this hooka came up from behind, and broke her glasses, her name was sherlie. the girlie i hooked up with last year, when her hair was curly.
the lights danced and twirled on her glowing and effulgient body. she sauntered by me and the soft, delicate scent of lavander drifted up to my nose. slowly, she slips out of my grip. im losing her and i cant do anything about it. she stops and seems to be glancing back at me...she smiles. but it's not for me. the "other girl" comes running towards you. she was behind me basking in the heat of my anger and denile. she was..and then she wasnt. now i dont know where i am...i dont know where i've been... i dont even know what i've been doing all this while. the spell has been broken...your time is near...is mine?
I saw your face in the clouds yesterday, a silent monument of the empty tummy ache I experienced every time I heard your voice. Not because you weren't mine, but because you weren't mine alone. I'd always been jealous of her, and now that things have happened, it makes it easier for me to blame her. Everything that never was or never could be between us, could easily be her fault.
I played, fingered myself to thoughts of you, like playing the piano or writing. It came naturally. I came naturally. I came and came and wondered and wished...couldn't I make you mine?
i've always imagined kissing her hand once more. but i couldn't. i wouldn't want her to let me.
I play my thoughts and all the vertigo remembers vermin;
I vibrate my linguists and all is deprived again.
(I bribe I bone you up inside my obssession.)
The dreams go announcing out in indiscreet and praline,
And vestal death abhors in:
I manipulate my Limbo and all the welts indicate lunacy.
I believe that you persuaded me into forgery
And sold me actually; lied me quite silken.
(I bribe I bone you up inside my obssession.)
whisper snaps from the garment, Berlin's **** willows discovered:
please rent this reluctant sentiment:
I manipulate my Limbo and all the welts indicate lunacy.
I wish you'd renounce the way you weep,
But I am moist and I regret your space.
(I bribe I bone you up inside my obssession.)
I should have imbibed a cocktail instead;
At least when teeth grind, they trip back again.
I manipulate my Limbo and all the welts indicate lunacy.
(I bribe I bone you up inside my obssession.)
Screaming.
I can't.
and then i died.
words.....
they are here...does anybody read them? Do they make any difference to your life?
We are all bored little workers, following the rules, being good citizens.
If someone died would the world stop turning...no. For you temporarily.
So I ask my self again, what is the point? Where does it all lead?
words.....
sugar is bondage!Everytime around it Im its slave!
I didnt know what happened. The light that burned so brightly from the street lamps seemed to quiver and fade. she slunk into the shadows and sat down.
Her eyes were shining bright and i could see her looking at me 'who is she?' i found myself asking. I had seen her before but i couldnt remember where.
she beckoned for me to sit beside her. The ground was cold and the wall we were leaning against was damp and sticky. we didnt say anything, just sat there. her hand reached out for mine, it was cold and as she grabbed me i could feel the life being sucked from me. I had to get away, it was a feeling like she was seeing into my soul.
the world went black.
there was nothing.
then, a silvery light shone from behind me. I span round and she was beckoning me. I brought myself to speak
"wwwhere are we? where are we going?"
"dont be afraid" she said. her voice was eery and echoing.
"come into the light."
I stepped backwards
"come into the light" she said again and the light seemed to bounce forward. it shone brightly on my face and into my eyes so i was blinded.
"NO!" i heard myself shouting "NO, I wont do it. I'm not ready to...."
the light that had blinded me for mearly seconds had disapeared and i was back in the world. I was lying on the floor of the alley way, sweat on my forhead.
I looked down and i was naked. I saw my clothes in a heap next to me. i eached out for them as the girl appeared. her long black hair drifted in the breeze, she was naked too. her pale body was so beautiful.
She came over to me and sat by me
"what happened?" i asked her "why are we naked?"
"your soul has been taken from you." that was all she said.
She stood up and bent over me, her hair resting on my chest.
"b b but.."
"ssshh.." she kissed me and i swear her lips were so soft i could have kissed them forever.
"now. make love to me!" she said, throwing herself onto me, "i am a virgin and i want you to make love to me like you have never made love before. i want you to excite me."
I was spell bound. i didnt know what to do.
I had the most amazing sex of my life. her body was so fragile yet so nimble and her screams echoed around me.
We lay side by side. Out of breath. she stood up and sat on top of me. she bent over, her soft breasts pressed against my chest. We kissed and the floor shook as we made love. She banged with her fists againt the stone wall behind us and screamed and moaned so loud i was sure someone would hear.
she stood up. leaving me erect on the floor. she looked up and a white light shined above us. I didnt know what was happening.
"it is my time." she said. "your love was all i needed"
Out of her back, golden wings appeared and she floated up towards the bright light.
she flungback her head, her hair blow by the wind, her arms open. She was the most beautiful woman i hadever seen.
"I AM FREE!" and she disapeared into the blinding light.
Hello she said while she was passing the light. I said hello and looked into her eyes. However, she shyed away and looked to the ground. I could not see her once again and still wonder whý she was. Many nights she was haunting my dreams...
everytime i cut myself i get deeper and deeper and hope the next time i cut will be my last
Saturday was magnificent. We spent the day together. I think I was in love with you. I think you thought so too. Sunday, it was too hectic to see me. Monday, you had band practice. Tuesday you were sick, but you still went out with your friends. Today is our anniversary, but you're working late again.
Don't tell me you're not avoiding me.
Don't tell me things just come up.
Don't tell me everything's alright.
Don't tell me I make this shit up.
it was a strange veiw she had these days. once she was so "nice" loving nurturing, but now, however,
she beleived in only one thing...
my life is so fucked up
yes
i fingered my best friend and had a threesome with her and my other friend and now they won't call me or come over anymore but i don't know what to do cause i really like one of them i had a fucken crush on her for 2 years now, and then she fucks my brother twice and then i end up fingering her that's a fucked up situation expecially when like a week or two after my brother and her fuck the first time i get raped by my fucken moms boyfriend and like a month after that happened i finally told my mother that that happened and she wanted to know why i didn't tell her sooner like when i was younger when that shit was happening to me (like he'd take me into the bathroom and do shit to me but i was like 7 and 8 at the time) and then he finally raped me at age 16 and i tried to kill myself but it didn't work but i told my mom a month later about him fucken raping me and that was about 2 months ago maybe a little longer and i haven't heard from her at all since i told her all i could know is that there back together or some shit which if they are i wouldn't know what to do i know i'd probally try to kill myself again but i know that's probably just another easy way to get out of something even though i can't handle my life right now and already want to DIE...
i'm in love with a girl who will NEVER like me back
And then they all were wondering, well, why is this happening? So Judy, an addition to our story, gently said to the others, "Two muffins were baking in an over. One muffin turns to the other and says, 'Damn it's hot as hell in here. The other muffin says, 'AHHHH! A TALKING MUFFIN!'" And all was well again...or so they thought.
hi
she fell to the ground with her faithless heart, hopeless to the future.
hello my names enny and i was wondering if i could have the wishing oran.
Her sweet sexual smell filled the room. I then went down on her tasting her sweetness, i knew this was it.
I never thought i would have had sex at this age, my life had crashed down on me as if a million books fell off a bookshelf. i am the best person because i live like this. I have nothing, yet i act and feel i have eveything.
And it was then that I found a recluse for my pain, Raquel. The laughing flamboyant wretch that had somehow relieved me. And for that reason I found it so hard to disperse of her.
The third option was not really what I had intended to give in to. What else could I do? It was either that, death, or a day old bagel that Raquel had tagged with her menstrual blood. Fucking bitch. It was obvious that she'd have to die, and I'd roast her flesh with my lighter. Sure, it would take a while, but who cared?
Some might argue, well, if you were going to eat Raquel anyway, why not just take the bagel out of her hands while she slept.
Well, simply put... where's the sport in that?
The third option was not really what I had intended to give in to. What else could I do? It was either that, death, or a day old bagel that Raquel had tagged with her menstrual blood. Fucking bitch. It was obvious that she'd have to die, and I'd roast her flesh with my lighter. Sure, it would take a while, but who cared?
Some might argue, well, if you were going to eat Raquel anyway, why not just take the bagel out of her hands while she slept.
Well, simply put... where's the sport in that?
David said it didn't matter but since that's the first time I'd heard it I couldn't be sure if he was just saying it to get into my pants.... well, capris.
And once again, we danced in the rain like wildflowers. Swaying with the insatiable beat of lust. We were one. Now and forever.
Im a little piggy, here's my snout, OINK OINK OINK! OINK OINK OINK!
she revisited old ground, a recluse from the world- before- but now found, breaking
But insomnia grips her like the strings of a violin obsess their player
It was a bleak horizon before her dark eyes. She looked up and saw mist and fog and rain and approaching headlights, and sat down beside the road to reflect on why she'd left Topeka. As the car's wheels passed, she noticed the dark rims were etched in runes.
i love big purple glittery strap-ons....
I grew up with no happy memories or thoughts about my childhood. All my life I had to go from state to state, school to school, house to house, and city to city. And as a child I realized that my mom moved so much because of a habit that our stepdad had.
My mother had 16 kids, I am number 14, and number 1, 9, and 15 are dead. 13 of us are now living, and life was so hard. I remember when I was 3 years old, we lived in a 2 bedroom shack, with a outside bathroom and a water pump outside. At this time my mom had broken up with my biological dad, and started dating my stepdad.
By the age of 4, we moved from Shelby, MS to Chicago, IL. Everything happened so fast. From age 5 to age 14, I remember going to three elementary schools and about 5 high schools. I never got a chance to learn as I should, because my mom and stepdad alway argued, or someone was always beaten up or killed in the street in front of our house.
About five years after all the arguing, our stepdad got on drugs (Cocaine) and started beating on our mom when she would not give him money to buy drugs. Our stepdad would serioulsy beat our mom until he saw blood racing out of her mouth and nose.
At times we would try and help my mom, and she used to get mad at us for trying to help her fight our stepdad, but she would not let us. So as time went by, the worse my stepdad got on drugs. The more he did the drugs the more we did not have food, soap, deodorant.
The more drugs he did, the more he would do things to make us think that he was going to kill my mom. Our stepdad had our mom really scared of him. So she began to give him all the money she had.
My stepdad got so paranoid that he began to lock us up in the closet and in the basement. He would leave us in there all day, and we would even sleep in there until the next morning.
There is so much more to this story but I will have to post it later.
Thanks
By Linda L.
Nobody gets out of life alive.....
the mystic river flows softly down stream. i am caught in its embrace, as you try to set me free, i am lost in divine heaven. let me go, its time for me to leave. expand your wings and fly away. you'll find another one, you'll see. yes, i loved you! yes, you loved me. time is much to short to hold on to just me. many more birds well fly your way, chose one of them. this endless search, goes on and on. but someday, if we are really meant to be, we will find eachothers embracement once again. to my lost love, to my broken heart, i will always love you deeply.
Appearinig as beautiful as the golden sunset. Dancing far into the night as if she had all the time in the world to do nothing but dance. Alas, the time came when she finally grew tired and fell to the cathedral floor. There she slept until...
time marches on, and on, whithout us all...
their eyes met. it wasnt the kind of first glance you forget.
I just want to dance!!!!
he wrote poetry in a little leather book, it looked to plain to hold the rhythms and thoughts and genius that it did. he would open it and write what he knew was the truth. the very plain truth that we are all afraid of. he smelled like incense and when he made eye contact it radiated passion. it was a passion that send a dull pain straight to my heart, because i knew that i could never be the one to impassion him.
the purple never ending abyss sucks me in and I find myself falling into a land of feathery soft wings to the very hollows of hell
I draw her closer. My breathing heavier as she gets closer. Our eyes meet for a second and I push her on the bed. I slide my hands up her shirt and grab her breasts. Rip her shirt off her volumptous body. Her bra cast accross the room. I tear off her skirt and underwear, my fingers wet with her. She moans, screams. On top of her. Fucking her. Kissing her. She's screaming. It's music to my ears. I lick her clit, she moans.
I remember when we laughed like bubbles in a stream
And you would cry and the tears were salty
But tasty.
I remember those nights hot and sweaty
In your bedroom or mine
We explored what girls are made of
Sugar
Spice
Acid.
I remember when you left without goodbyes
Without your suitcase full of broken glass
Without a kiss.
I remember the very moment my heart broke
For a girl.
I imagine that she had a rosy clit, although I can never be sure. all I remember (still very vividly, might I add) is that her kiss was magic. Her lips were soft and large and beautiful, and I would have given anything to have had her rip off all of my clothes and go down on me!
The passion, the pain. The love, the hate. The sex...Oh Gawd the sex!
The sugar cane swayed gently in the blisteringly hot summer wind. On a ordinary day, the trabajadores would be taking refuge under the mango trees, waiting for the raging of the noonday sun to subside. The Señor and his family would be up in the cool recesses of the plantation house, drowsily sipping their iced teas as they listened to the phonograph. But today was no ordinary day.
Today, the two Dons would be putting everything on the line. Don Agustin Honradez had wagered his entire plantation, Santa Isabel, against Don Manuel Sembrano’s Sagrado, on the outcome of a single horse race. The winner would emerge the owner of practically half the island.
The racetrack could hardly be called that; just a one kilometer oval of packed dirt surrounded by bamboo railings and hay bales. The track had been a first effort for Don Agustin who had fallen in love with the Hippodrome in San Lazaro and wanted to build one in La Carlota as well. He envisioned a bigger oval, with huge colonnaded stands and roaring crowds. And in his mind’s eye, he saw the hippodrome right in the heart of Sagrado land. As he stood by the sidelines, watching the trabajadores water down the track, Don Agustin smiled in anticipation.
He had bought his horse, Melody’s Musicbox, in Manila. She came from a long and distinguished line of racers, known for producing many derby winners. Melody’s Musicbox herself had already won him almost five thousand pesos. Imagine the gall of that Don Manuel, pitting a local horse against Melody’s Musicbox, he snorted to himself. He had no idea what he’s getting himself into.
Sometimes...beauty's fragile shield breaks, and in rushes Burger King.
~::Believe in Faries::~
well, as they say, "nice boots, wanna fuck?"
and still, the back of your neck is so perfect I can't look directly at it.
it's not my fault, I'm obsessed.
and what I remember is the three of us lying on the floor and I said I was afraid to die and they all hugged me like your mom does to make you feel better and there were crickets outside and it WAS better. and we went on the porch and I was wearing green converse and we ran up and down the road doing somersaults because we had that instinct that you look for your whole life, the one where you're perfectly in tune. the streetlights were glowing but it was summer so the stars were brighter by a million times. That's the kind of friend you want.
but with such beautiful shoes, how can I say no?
then all of a sudden BAM!
as I slunk closer to her hot, sweet vulva, I could smell her fresh wetness. It was purely intoxicating. I could see her lips swell with fresh blood flowing through them, this enticed me more. "I've never done this," I whispered, only to hear her assure me, "I can't imagine doing this with anyone but you."
Death claimed her for her own a long time ago, in an age when she could still remember her name and still tell the difference between her nightmares and her world.
i have a headache, she claimed
Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
and she's gone
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
that grow so incredibly high
Newspaper taxies appear on the shores
Waiting to take you away
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds
and you're gone
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah
Picture yourself on a train in a station
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah
her name
sculpted into my wrist
the thorn of the flower
the pain i shall not miss
And at that moment, she thought to herself, those bastards ate my pancakes!!
I thought we'd never get out of there. I hated visiting her family. It was like I was a Jew in a convention of germans, trying to convince them why I was the way I was.
Simply, it was disgusting.
"it would really be lovely if you would remember who you used to be, somebody that could really impress me"
cat-like eyes, and a mind similar to my own. far more beautiful, and artificially distant. you know, if she wasn't in the middle of us, we could have been great friends i think. or are you really cold inside?
fucking..awsome
I thought she was SWOONING, but she was swimming, instead. Like a waterfall that never stops cascading. It never ends, it never goes away, because TRULY, it never existed or even began.
blue glitter scales
He weaved his fingers behind his head and relaxed on the floor. A smirk swerved across his lips as he felt the body tremors begin.
And then the sinister imp gave a shreik of laughter, duck duck goose was her favourite game.
Cassandra's saliva cascaded down his pelvis like rain,
snuffing out Dean's fiery flame.
and then it was her turn to go to the forrest of unforgotten souls who have forgotten they had been forgotten. they try and try to remeber, but can never forget the time they were once remembered, do you remember, because i cant. well she went in and began to forget all she remembered, she couldn't find her way out of the forrest of forgoten souls, once you go in you can never make it back out, because the forrest of forgoten souls its sad to say she never made it out, she got pregnant by her uncle orangalo's lost, unforgoten soul, yes it's sad, but he and she had no clue, wshe had to have the baby what could she do?
And Then The Faeries whispered..."Hold More Hands."
And then we all went out to the club.
Jasmine found that when ever she injured her self or bled from a wound the site wound always heal up with the bark from a tree and in the end she knew that when death became her she would transform in to a giant oak tree and spend the rest of her days blowing in the wind and being tormented in the strongest of storms,
and she danced and danced until her feet fell off. she crashed to the ground and laid in her own pool of blood until the janator came around and mopped it all up. no one noticed she disapeared from the light of the stage. no one noticed she danced no more.
and there was no one else there but her shadow.
the last night...ever
forcing gently, she pushed the scalpel in further
This is the story that never ends.... It is the story of you the story of me... the store of those that sparkle and glimmer. Of the girl lovers, or the euphoric grrls, the riot grrls, and the faerie girls...as long as we breath... the story lives.
To who ever the amazing person that made this website, I salute you. What poetry, taste, intellect & thought provoking writing. I love it. I'd love to correspond with you. Peace
candy sweet sugar bliss , taste this between your thighs ,
your smile shrouded with subtle dark humor
a smirk which reaches throughout the universe...
a musky taste makes me sing in the street
crying out for you , all senses heightened
I rush allmost helplessly , my hunger awakened , my eyes sharp
my song is clear and endless for you ...
which came first?
this is fun!
i could not live without lip gloss!
madeleine licked her paw
the trees turned white overnight
"Through life I will embrace you, through death I will honour you. You are the beginning and end of all things, and when the stars cry out in ecstasy and agony I will remain yours." The two clutched blindly at each other in the silent nothingness as the pale sun rose, each silently wishing that for once the words were not lies, and for once they would not be parted.
she sleeps
la la la
fbi guy
love.....forever
love.....forever
i lick you i grope you up inside my boob
We looked deep into each other's eyes for a moment, then laughed and turned away. Finally, shyly I looked back up to see her gazing at me curiously. "Come here," she finally said, and pulled me into her arms. We fell back onto her large bed, draped with fishnetting, giggling and entwining hands. "I..." I began, faltering. "I love y-" "shhh," she silenced me, laying a single finger on my closed lips. She moved her finger from my lips to my chin, guiding it gently forward. My eyes widened, then fell shut as her soft lips touched mine, lingering there for a couple of seconds before pulling away. I touched my lips, then giggled again and captured her lips in mine, for once not caring what others would think, only what I knew was right: love.
We're off and on, usually more off than on. I guess since she's married, and I'm just this little girl who thinks that something can come of our relationship, she thinks that she can hurt me and it will just go away. She thinks her life is harder than mine, but I always thought we more alike than different. I'm white, she's black, and she thinks this has some effect on how we are. I liked it better when I was more naive. Now it just hurts.
But was it exactly like her first performance.....she wondered. It was like going back to her first time. Laying on satin sheets that was like the pure softness of flower petals touching her skin. As the girl of her dreams approached her she got so wet that she just wanted to scream in pleasure. The glrl was radient like the spotlights that shine down on her before and during her performance. As she danced she kept remembering her first time of getting devoured and being dripping wet and moaning and screaming like she had never felt anything like that in her life. As she danced she noticed she was moaning and groaning then she began to touch herself the crowd was in awe. As she kept having flash backs of the girlfriends hot wet tounge licking her and sending pleasure up and down her body she began to scream moan and groan. she felt herself getting wet and getting hard. when she opened her eyes she was in front of an audience that was in complete shock.
I entered a room and saw light coming through the window. It was hazy but I was sure that I was in the room in which my dream came true. The room in which she first kissed me.
and then there was the sound.
"No No NO! a thousand times, definitely NO!!!!!! okay but just once"
there once was a well grown-up girl who never thought of herself as a woman. This girl never listened to her mother and so she was every now and then either fucked up, broken hearted or just financially broke.
it tells of of a fallen pain a kiss of sheer pain. time is hollowed out into my soul forever to echo through into enternity a sudden sigh tear down my my body . ~ torn angel
she shut the door behind her and sat in front of the mirror. "what is it?" what do you need to tell me so badly?" betty whirled around in the chair so that she faced the object of her secret desires. "there is something i need to tell you..." her voice trailed off as she stood up and stood close enough to get a whiff of the smell of her skin
"i am a lesbian"
those words came through her ears, and never went out.
she can feel the heat, her steaming desires, and so she decided to press her lips against the girl.
slowly she reached for her crotch and put one finger on her clit.
it felt different.
such warmth and wetness.
as she slid her finger around it, she lost control, she can't stop
It wasn't long before they were hopelessly lost. Darkness was coming on swiftly and they were still miles away from even the most remote outpost. Marty started to panic and began to scream. "Shut up!", seethed Kendall. "We will get out of this yet. We'll stop here for now."
and Princess Charming kissed Sleeping Beauty and she awoke and they fell in love and they rode on Princess Charming's horse to her castle to live happily ever after. Amen.
I take up storms; gather them like blooms and dream that I can be anywhere but here. All the explosions are far too deafening now, I think I might just leave.
ok
she is the love of my life but she doesnt know it.
She was alive, yet felt so dead. Her hands were cold. She stared off into space...what was she looking at? She started to shiver...her eyes narrowed and she screamed.
What happened?
Hello My Name Is Wednesday............
Sometimes the whole world is a soap bubble viewed from the inside; fragile and intricate, a delicate prison that hangs suspended in the air. The shifting patterns belittle the mind and delude into the illusion of complexity. They are not understandable purely because they are random and relatively untouchable, and thus I am unattached and not attracted to them. I sit wrapped in a reverie dream and the patterns that grace the walls imprint themselves as reflections on the whites of my eyes. The bubble dances in the winds that are too huge for me to feel, and I curl up inside chaos, shy away from my surroundings because they are too alien for me to comprehend and so breakable that I might ruin them.
Inside a soap bubble is no place for anyone to belong.
I must not let myself become hardened and muted, so that the things around me lose their wonder and their sense of irony. While others explain, I am awed and afraid. The world has no perspective and it is bent out of shape, twisted in it’s beauty. I want to capture the way the light shines off broken windows, what grit brick looks like by star, the way that the tree branches arch sometimes over a path, human scraps and graffiti that immortalizes. I was here; we all were here, and this is here: here is the snowdrifts stained by tires, the dandelions in the softness of the grass, the earth inside sidewalk cracks. Here is wall murals, decorated garbage cans, porch plants, mittens left by the side of the road. It is also the view from a bridge, looking down. Dirty windows shut tight; the air that is let inside before a door slams. Here is everywhere, everywhere where there is a strange perfection, an unappreciated loveliness, whether bleak like a still brown photograph, muted like the knees of jeans and the fading yellow light on the backs of trees, as strange and otherworldly as the slow-walking shadows cast by a streetlight’s dull glow.
I am a disconnected person; my vantage point is warped and I see from high up. I have lost the sense of who I am. I lost it when I shed what terms define me, when I changed the kind of life I lived, by circumstance.
Bursting with beautiful things to say, irridescent words floating inside... rushing into your arms, ever breathless and excited for you will listen, no matter how ridiculous I appear.
I finally found my soulmate. The one girl for me. Her name is Julie. She is amazing; smart, funny, beautiful, and much more. She is 34 and I am 20. I am such a **** to scared to ask her out. Not able to say what I feel inside for we just me on Friday and today is but Tuesday. What do I do oh what do I say? How to make her feel the same way. Right now my world is on the brink of ending and my heart to be broken for all of eternity. If I never say it again especially to her then let me say it now for I know deep down in my heart I feel it....I love you Julie.
she puts the weights into my little heart!
And it was here that we learned that existance is nothing but love.
You probably don't read these words. I won't tell you anymore, but I am still completely in love with you. Whatever happens in the future, you're the most beautiful thing on this earth to me, that red heart I gave you is yours to keep forever. I'll probably find someone, maybe I'll even convince myself that I love them more than this, but it will be a lie. "Yours, always".
Does she see how she owns my heart? Pulls at me? Makes my heart soar even on the worst of days? She is a goddess to me, truely, and I her faithful servant. I would happily oblige to any request she may ask of me, yet she asks nothing. Her eyes are liquid blue, drawing me in. Her embrace like the soft touch of silk.
I want you so badly. i want to be held tight in your arms and let go of everything. i belong there. i want to lose myself in you.
und ewig diese zellen, mit ihren anführern und der degeneration, die da so kommt. und er weiß so wenig von all dem. ich habe keine angst mehr. endlichm denn so ging es mir schon lange zeit nicht mehr. was soll es. er liebt mich nicht und das weiß ich nun. ich lebe.
und ewig diese zellen, mit ihren anführern und der degeneration, die da so kommt. und er weiß so wenig von all dem. ich habe keine angst mehr. endlichm denn so ging es mir schon lange zeit nicht mehr. was soll es. er liebt mich nicht und das weiß ich nun. ich lebe.
dead girls dance they burn and twirl witch hunt witch **** burn this girl
I find myself beginning to dream of you again, you, sweet you... Nameless and time less, sad brown eyes and droopy hair. You don't see my looks, you don't know I stare. I listen to your voice; raspy, low. Every time I hear it, my fondness for you grows. Sweet woman, sweet child, sweet in-between; Sweater girl always silent in my dreams.
the end
And then there were none...
and yet she continued, lines of reality marching in somber procession across skin once unmarred. why dod she do it, only later to regret, revulsed at the mere sight of what she inflicted upon herself. laughing at first, the high piercing laughter; not at all normal, but soon those laughs faded to a trembling sigh. prolonging the healing.. that was always it, wasn't it? and oh! people would tell her she was brave, and people would tell her she was insane, and she'd smile weakly and go forth. and some people didn't know that one well placed hit on her left arm would drop her to her knees, or at the very least drive her to tears. she makes it hurt, not you.
My Name Is Wednesday
and I lost my best friend, and also I lost me because they had me about their person as they left (these things can happen).
So now I shout things alot, but it doesn't help and many people view me as crazy or think I'm fun, but I'm not really anything because when you lose yourself you just go along with everything that pops into your mind.
i wish i were a proper depressed person at least, but I can't pull anything off all the way so I just tell everyone about what little shoes Satan has today! oh and they are!
i wish i could just go away.
my life is like a story i'm always telling, because when you don't know who you are you are just a character who dreams of herself.
I am thinking of the people who will read this.
it is painful to be different, even when you are on the inside.
and she loved her... secretely for ever and ever... while her heart was disappearing...
It was dark and the hargilles were waiting to devour an unsuspecting passerby as out of nothingness came the fury, the car that thinks it's a boat.
"well thats that" she said with a shrug. she looked down the street and shielded her eyes from the setting sun. she turned back to ann and smiled "it'll be fine". and so the two girls clasped hands and headed off into the sun, ready to face any challenge given to them, after all they had each other.
Tentatively, I slid my hand down the silky belly, pausing on the peach mound before the nest of hair. She breathed quietly, clinging to my hair, kissing my lips and neck. I felt her moistness, that womanhood, livid at the response of her body, undulating.
"Are you mine? Are you really mine?" I whispered in her sweet hair.
She replied in soft cries, her own small hands searching my aching pleasures, seeking in her timid way. Flushed and feverish, we kissed and caressed in the dark.
I nuzzled against her breast like a child, suckled like a lover, licking lightly at her nipples. I breathed in her scent of her. Her sweet, earthy scent, as I kissed her belly and finally I trailed my tongue farther down, to where a hidden pearl lay. She writhed, a beautiful nymph. Her hair like angel's wings spread out beneath her, her sighs like murmurs from heaven.
She moaned and her hands trembled in my hair.
I must know her, all of her. I wanted her too much for time with her was precious indeed.
so here I am in love with someone I can barely look at because I think they will shatter, and they know my name, as a friend and I can't even picture us, really but their just....so....perfect for a change.
The way you move my hips
the way you move your tounge
The way you make my want more
But gave me all you got
the way I beg and plead
Just to get your tounge in me
the way you move when I do
the way to take off my shirt
the way I never can tell how much more I can give to you
the way you will keep going just to hear me scream your name
the cat sat on the heater too long....happy thanksgiving.....no, it isn't turkey...but it is close enough!
level off the floor,so the ballerina doesn't bounce!
shake it up! shake it up! shake that bootay!
pieces of me lie beside you. i can't go on. my beautiful angel baby dipped in glitter, you eat me. my soul.
grab the pear, before the cat attacks!!!
I do not grasp the concept
so I am in love with a 35 year old woman and I am 19. And I just want to stop breathing when I see her because my heart can't beat. And all the edges are razor sharp and the glass on our house is binding.
this was a pretty good day, actually.
you don't understand how badly i want to get the hell out of here. this is a nothing place full of fakey smiles. it has no talent. it's just a bunch of boxes pushed together. i could bear it before but everything's changed and i can see that my life is made of cardboard. just crap.
it used to look so special, when i thought i was.
i wonder if you read this anymore......you're a pencil crayon.
ONCE apon a time...
there was a lonley girl. She had scars all over her body and was kept in a cage by and evil witch. some of the villagers came by and paid the evil witch to see the horror that was her. She was so filled with hate one day that she was about to take her own life when a beautiful princess caught her eye and she with hers. The minute they saw each other they were enchanted and memorized by one another. The princess took her out of her cage and took her to her beautiful castle. She had the best day of her life and her scars seemed to be fading away until she glanced up and found the evil witch dragging her back to her horrible cage. She threatend the princess never to come near her again. The lonley girl cried until the ground all around her had become moist with her tears and her scars were worse than ever. After this she dreamt but never slept utnil one day she thought up a plan to escape and take revenge on the evil witch. She waited util the right time so it would be an unexpected attack. The witch heard looked over in the cage and saw that the ugly girl was;nt breathing or moving. She opended the cage and entered when all of a sudden the girl rose from the ground and with all of her might she had stricken her to the ground and taken her keys. When the evil witch had woken up she saw the girl standing in front of the cage smilling. She swollowed the keys right before her eyes as the witch shrieked and cried out for someone to help her but no one would. Then the girl ran to the beautiful princesses castle. The sun was blazing down apon her as she saw a heavenly figured come fourth slowly until she recognised that it was the princess that stood before her like a goddess. They ran into each others arms and kissed one another. The ugly girl had been filled with such bliss that she became beautiful and all of her scars had healed and the evil witch couldnt heurt her anymore and she lived happily ever after with the beautiful princess.
The End
i don't think i love you anymore, only i still would if it had been different.
The dog crapped on the moon.
*~:IF ONLY SHE LOVED ME:~*
Every time I see her, my heart flutters. I love her, I cannot stand it. She doesn't even recognize me in that manner, for, even if she did, I wouldnt realize it, she is heartbroken. Her girlfriend broke up with her, and now she is on the rebound. If only she would react like most do, find a girl, and cling. But that isn't her style; she is cool, calm, collected and HOT! If only, if only, she would love me. I have known her all my life, we are friends, nothing more, she knows I like her, and she will joke about it in a past-tense manner, but it is not in the past, it is now, raw, new, hot, passionate. If only, if only, if only-is all i can think about, if only she would love me, if only she could be mine.
IF ONLY.
I said suck my strap-on right now before I eat the chocolate!!!
"Please don't hit me!!"
jenni starts beating her with a sponge.
mary starts bleeding.
she's using me for sex
i placed my tongue in her anus...she hasn't taken a shower in 4 weeks, but still, she tastes so wonderful.
"but i fingered ALL those girls, momma! just stop it! why are you in my life and paying my bills??? I HATE YOU MOM!!"
she runs out the door and a bird shat on her eye.
yes well you should know i only talk to you so i can flirt with your best friend. when you're in love, what else can you do?
there's more to life than living lies...
No i don't bitch
She then pulled down her skirt and proceeded to finger herself vigorously.
I think for every breathless lovely moment you have with someone you also have another where you sit alone and cry in a bathroom stall and nobody comes to find you.
ever more in the eons will the cycle of birth, life, death endure. perhaps the magick really was eternal. who knew how long the earth was born, was dead, only to slowly breath life again.
the baby shined its smile, the poor little one couldn't be so evil, could she?
she was everything no one else could ever achieve to be...so beautiful...that drove a mad rush of panic from the faeries and the nymphs...she walked about clothed in the simplest slight glittered sheath, legs tucked in warm rabbit fur.
She held in her hand a globe, a beautiful orb; shining and glittering..and in it, she saw the future of many of the everland's destiny.
then she saw a small girl born, evil in nature... she should be named ay other name than Lin. Nested in a bundle of hay, eyes gleamed not from innocence...so dangerous is she that she must be brought to hecate, mother of the witches...
Then she heard a voice,
"jasmine..the ancient one calls you,the time draws near..show her the born evil."
she grappled with her own kind conscience,should she reveal the truth to what would lead to a bloodshed and an all out kill for that girl or should she follow what the gods must have already planned in their game?
"aye, coming..i have seen and shall tell, where lies the ancient one?"
"by the meadow, she's with the soft lambs, quietly, she's easily startled these days."
As the trees parted and she followed the vines outreaching, she glimpsed a woman. She seemed tall but she couldn't tell anything, she was clothed in silk and a cloak. An aura of gentleness and intelligence, it draws her...she wants to follow. mildly amused with herself, she turned from where she stood to come face to face with her...she looks like the queen of darkness, she thought. She was shadowed in the falling dusk, but she could clearly see her face. So beautiful, she must be adored, her own heart flutters, but someone calls her, she has to leave.
Silence in their surroundings and she turns, she walks with small steps, quietly away from her...in her hasty trail, she left her pearl string cuff behind.
And there it sat, beautiful and alluring, waiting for the fated one to pick it up..to return it maybe to her...
Jasmine, like the flowers that grew to full bloom with her presence sat by the meadow and spoke softly, "casis, you have requested."
Ophelia thought "I'm getting cold here in a dark, Scottish loch singing to myself and waiting for a princess to come and rescue me, I think I'll just naff off and have a veggie sarnie and some wine and avoid getting TB..."
She dreamt that their were Nymphs attending to her. they were feeding her wine from flasks, the cool liquid warming her. They were mischeivously massaging her nether parts, murmuring soothingly into her mortal ears.
"Are you prepared to undergo the first test?" The silver furred one asked.
closing her eyes, she pondered this moment and without doubt, answered, "Yes. Yes, I will."
I like big butts and i can not lie, all you other sisters can't deny, when that girl walks in with that itty bitty waist and that round thing in your face you get sprung.
again was when our care passed around, and faded away to us, but without the night and feeling as if speaking to walls who wont listen very directly and pacing the floor with our tired and aching feet one day discover that those who wont hear/won't see but to us, this is just another waking of memories
the folds of her flapping wildly
then slowly stripped off for the audience
Bright Eyes
Then my mind went dark we both forgot where your car was parked let's just take the train i'll meet up with the band in the morning. Bad actors with bad habits and some sad singers sing tragic and the phones ringing and the bands leading let's just keep touching let's just keep, keep singing...I wanna lover i don't have to love. I wanna girl who's too drunk she dosen't talk who is the kid with the chemicals I got a hunger and i can't seem to get full. I need some meaning i can memorize cause the kind i have just seems to slip my mind. But you but you, you have such pretty words but thus no story book. Loves an excuse to get hurt do you like to hurt? I said do you like to hurt? I do. I do. Then hurt me.
Mercy sat in the silence of the cemetery contemplating her life how everything ended up so wrong, everything was grey and mundane to her in her life, except her love, her Lil Devil the one thing that brought her hope in this desolate place she made her feel alive, and see the beauty in the things she once love but had forgotton. But she is far away from her and this is her greatest pain, to find her one true love and not to have her by her side. Instead she waits for her with the weight of the world on her shoulders wondering when she will be with her, waiting for the day she can fall asleep safe in her arms and all her worrys will seem like nothing at all, for with her by her side she knows she could get through this. Mercy cries and thinks of the days that have passed, the words they have spoken to each other talking over llong distances through some machine. they made plans one day to be together and never part bound together forever. She somehow feels warmth around her as she starts to cry more, and knows it's her somehow.... they've always had this strange connection, she smiles slighty and looks up to the sky and feels the autumn breeze caress her skin. She then smiles and thinks of their future together. And remembers the words that have been said to her "i'll never leave you" "i love you eternally and forever". These words and her bring her hope, she is her strength, and it is that that will get her though her pain and sorrow.
Incandescent, the little orbs floated thin and beautiful over the gardens.
Fragile, they wafted with the breeze.
Bestial, he walked about with hands feeling everything.
"This is but nothing, I have seen treasures that exist within this very realm that will dazzle you." with that, he spread his wings wide, glowing feral, eyes that never left, a shudder of glitter.
"Good - bye, Neo." I said tersely.
"I thought they were like butterflies trying to be free," he said, sorrowfully innocent.
No wonder they wanted to eat you up, I thought. He was the misunderstood angel, the pale romantic man drifting like the leaves in the cemetary.
if this elixir is any part of you, i'd spit it from my mouth just to see it run past my thick lips...
and then just as the girl in the 1966 Chevelle S.S. 296 thought that she had gotten away form the cops they sped up and popped a cap in her ass.
Do we try to write what we want to read? Do we imagine in ourselves a hidden talent? No. We are a pedantic bunch. We are plagerists at times, blatent thieves --dull-witted sheep sucking imagination from cheap imitations of life.
Then they fell over and died.
OOH PURPLE MONKEYS!
No she's not
she played with it with her foot. it felt so warm to her...nice and mushy and sooo wet.
then she opened her eyes and realizes she stepped in a pile of shit.
"that felt so good....lick it again...."
she's beautiful
my fingers run through your hair, i want to feel you quake with each carress, time makes everthing forbidden, can we escape to our own little world
she remembered when she used to think about girls, dream about angelina jolie, masturbate herself thinking about breasts. ohh!!! she used to get so wet. only watching herself in the mirror was the only thing she need to know she was dying to have sex with a girl. feel her hair, her smell, her body, feel her vulva near hers.
Then all of a sudden, Ophelia stepped on a package of ketchup and remembered her name was Ty. She began to talk to this tree named Bob, and told Bob of how in love she was with this beautiful goddess named Megan. They dreamt of the faeries when they slept in each others arms, and woke up to the sunrise to make love all the day long. They would get lost in each others passionate kisses and hands running over their bodies.
do you have the characters
A giant poo appeared in the air. Then it was gone.
Suddenly, she was no longer there. She had fallen through what seemed to be time, she was in complete darkness. Frightened, Ophelia leaned against the sphere of emptiness and listened but what she heard was more frightening. Nothing. She was alone. Her deepest fear had come true. *Boom... chi... boom boom... chi*
It came like a bat out of hell. That familiar bass beat of her homie hood. She began to rap... "his palms are sweaty, knees weak arms are heavy. There's vomit on his sweater already, mum's spaghetti."
Suddenly Eminem appeared out of nowhere and Ophelia felt safe. They had sex and decided that this never ending story was about to end. She looked into his blue eyes and whispered "I really love your daughter Hailey"... the last thing she heard was the shot of his gun. The end.
Rolling the pastry out on the board, Anna listened intently to the radio. Her favourite DJ was introducing the next song. It was one of Anna's most loved tunes. She remembered fondly the first time she had heard it. It seemed so long ago,that hot summer,just the two lovers in a battered old Ford Cortina.
And then the clouds opened and there was GORD!!
And then they jumped out of the tree and hopped in a boat cleverly placed in the adjacent river and sailed down past the rainbow fields to the land of Buttercrumb. They lived there happily with the birds and the cows and the wallbies, passing time away. And everyone was in love with everybody, and flowers picked themselves.
I'm sorry you're mom died
I was really nervous that day. Went to the VC campus like usual, but everything was whirling around me. I didn't care. I was going to meet her for the first time in person, and my body couldn't wait any longer. We all sat, baking on the stone tables set around the cafeteria in the hot sun. My head was making an inprint on the table when my friend sat heavily beside me. 'what's the matter with you?' she said. with my eyes closed i groaned 'She's in town today. staying at a motel' my friend slapped my back. 'so why don't you see her?!' I opened one eye, and looked up at her. 'it's downtown and i have no money for the bus' my friend jumped up from the table and looked quickly at her watch. 'i've got about a half-hour before my next class beth. i'm going to drive you!' All at once all the sickly acid in my stomach rose to settle nervous on my throat. I gave her a weak smile of gratitude. she was probably hoping that by doing this would stop me from lamenting over this woman that was 10 years my senior that i've never met, insisted that i was so madly in love with. I was. Oh god i was.
I had all my things with me. art board, backpack, sunglasses perched on my nose. all but the sunglasses were thrown in the back of the small sedan. My friend was so happy for me. I didn't even call K before heading out through downtown Ventura. She had just gotten in town the night before. She rode grayhound all this way from Philadelphia. It might have been considered crazy, but we would have done anything to see eachother just once. We arrived at the motel around noon, the sun was melting over my sunglasses as i looked up to where her room was. i got my stuff out of the car and my friend wished me luck and sped off back to school. The breath i took before heading up the stairway was the deepest sigh i had ever made. i had taken out my sketchbook, which had all the information i needed, hotel phone number, room number etc. i stood in front of the room for a second. room 235. i gave the thin door a couple of tentative taps. The door opened slowly, just a crack....
She couldn't imagine letting everyone known her true thoughts and feelings for Devina, the seductive young neighbor girl. Many nights she would stare out of her dark window, the rain beating against the pane softly, silently watching the pretty young blonde undress for bed. Softly she said to herself "I must not let anyone know...."
Even though she knew she would never see her again she smiled. Just being near her. they lie together in perfect harmony when someone came knocking at the door
you make me sick. you've hurt me more than you'll ever know and you haven't got the decency to realise it.
To celebrate, she enjoyed the luscious dream-like ecstasy that can only be found in the comforting warmth and exquisite stickiness of a chocolate ice cream sudae.
My mind wandered through a lonely field of longing. Longing for you, for what we had, and more importantly, for what we could have had, had I not been foolish and cowardly and thrown away the few exquisite chances we might have had. You were so beautiful, and, though you were far from perfect it was this that made me know - I knew your faults, your imperfections, and yet I still loved you. I knew all of these things, and yet I let it slip through my fingers. What a fool am I; a sad, sorry, regretful fool.
We come together, break apart, and come together again. I love the feel of her skin on mine. I would walk a thousand miles just to hold her in my arms, and I tell her so. She laughs at me, "Silly girl," and hearing her voice is better than anything else in the world. It's better than sex, better than food to a starving man, rain after a drought, music to dance to, better than first love. I know she doesn't feel for me the way I do for her, but it doesn't matter. Just being near her is enough.
So I lay in bed waiting for her to arrive. She comes in slowly undresses herself and climbs into bed. Her nipples hard. And she begins to lick my clit. She is so amazing that I cum so quick .
He needed money, so he put her on the streets.
So I went to the Steps tribute concert and they were all wearing lacy thongs (even H!) so I said can I have your pants to sniff. Then they shouted "You have a big nose!" which distracted me for a moment. Eventually I caught up with them and they received a large can of whoop ass.
this is where i place my wish. where my life goes down. the silence gets resliced and i begin to advance the secret , where it is in the usual story.. it all starts over again and again.
Every Cell in the body nearby shivered with dark radiations of sickness and damnation, contaminating all the worm ridden junkies who looked at it.
slurred messy, a flicker ear and eye orchestra. dim. meat. smoke. reunited over a mirror. we are so glamorous. die. go.
I was only a child they said. I knew more now than I could of know then and if it was worth setting off a life for another one to fly away will it be worth it?
Fog...
And yet the mirror only reflected the yellow glow of candlelight and for all her soft mumurings Ophelia suddenly realised she was alone and bereft. She drew the glittering gown back and slowly slipped it back over her shoulders admiring her warm rosy skin and the taughtness of her breasts....She suddenly remembered Ashanti's soft lingering kisses like butterfly wings as her soft round dark lips caressed and her tongue teased...Ophelia's eyes fillled with tears....she took up the dagger...
I love to have sex with everything. When i'm not with my girlfriend, I push my vulva up against things, and it feels so good. Like sex but with more of a rush. I hold it there and push and thrust. Oh my god there goes the feeling again. And i like to watch porn and push up against something, like a chair or the bed post. It feels so right yet I haven't had sex yet.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
jumppapumppu
did you know that i hate you. yes you. i hate you. so get over it. stop crying ya wimp. yeesh. wipe that smirk off your face. NO!!! GO AWAY!! STOP LOOKING AT ME!!! you invading my aura!!! ::cries:: NO!! the preps are coming! dont let them take me!! dont take me alive!!!!! take me dead. i would very much like to die. wouldnt you? you dont? how odd. i think you mean you do. no i'm sure you do. ::blows you up with a rocket launcher. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pay attention to where the world it going and to what is happening around you. Know what really matters and do not forget what really matters. It is getting closer now and we all need to be aware. But in the end it will all start over, new, unblemished. Perhaps we won't ruin it this time...
An ancient Hopi Indian prophecy states, "When the Blue Star Kachina makes its appearance in the heavens, the Fifth World will emerge". This will be the Day of Purification. The Hopi name for the star Sirius is Blue Star Kachina. It will come when the Saquasohuh (Blue Star) Kachina dances in the plaza and removes his mask.
This is the First Sign: We were told of the coming of the white-skinned men, like Pahana, but not living like Pahana -- men who took the land that was not theirs and who struck their enemies with thunder. (Guns)
This is the Second Sign: Our lands will see the coming of spinning wheels filled with voices. (Covered wagons)
This is the Third Sign: A strange beast like a buffalo but with great long horns, will overrun the land in large numbers. (Longhorn cattle)
This is the Fourth Sign: The land will be crossed by snakes of iron. (Railroad tracks)
This is the Fifth Sign: The land shall be criss-crossed by a giant spider's web. (Power and telephone lines)
This is the Sixth Sign: The land shall be criss-crossed with rivers of stone that make pictures in the sun. (Concrete roads and their mirage-producing effects.)
This is the Seventh Sign: You will hear of the sea turning black, and many living things dying because of it. (Oil spills)
This is the Eighth Sign: You will see many youth, who wear their hair long like our people, come and join the tribal nations, to learn our ways and wisdom. (Hippies)
And this is the Ninth and Last Sign: You will hear of a dwelling-place in the heavens, above the earth, that shall fall with a great crash. It will appear as a blue star. Very soon after this, the ceremonies of the Hopi people will cease.
These are the Signs that great destruction is here: The world shall rock to and fro. The white man will battle people in other lands - those who possessed the first light of wisdom. There will be many columns of smoke and fire such as the white man has made in the deserts not far from here. Those who stay and live in the places of the Hopi shall be safe. Then there will be much to rebuild. And soon, very soon afterward, Pahana will return. He shall bring with him the dawn of the Fifth World. He shall plant the seeds of his wisdom in our hearts. Even now the seeds are being planted. These shall smooth the way to the Emergence into the Fifth World.
it had all gone too far but it was far too late.
...the performance of a lifetime. Chills raced through her narrowed body and a cold sweat formed on the transparent skin. It was a rush, a moment of breathing then a moment of not. It was like making love for the first time, the mixture of emotions became intense as she swirled and whirled under harsh lights. Harsh lights that caused her stage makeup to melt, her eyes seemed to slip slide down the caked face. Her tears made trails, tears that were born in her eyes, lived on her cheeks and died on her lips. The saltiness excited her, like the taste of your skin. Applause roared as her arms scooped down, her body bent over and then shot up again in a weightless moment of flight...falling, her every imperfection was aglow, and their eyes stared, catatonic at the girl in the corner, crying. ~Audrina
...the performance of a lifetime. Chills raced through her narrowed body and a cold sweat formed on the transparent skin. It was a rush, a moment of breathing then a moment of not. It was like making love for the first time, the mixture of emotions became intense as she swirled and whirled under harsh lights. Harsh lights that caused her stage makeup to melt, her eyes seemed to slip slide down the caked face. Her tears made trails, tears that were born in her eyes, lived on her cheeks and died on her lips. The saltiness excited her, like the taste of your skin. Applause roared as her arms scooped down, her body bent over and then shot up again in a weightless moment of flight...falling, her every imperfection was aglow, and their eyes stared, catatonic at the girl in the corner, crying.
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Destens rose, looked around her at the destruction. Her body felt empty, as she looked up into the sky throught the windows. Rain streaked down them and outside the lightning flashed and on the rain drenched roof opposite, a solitary figure stood black against the sky. The light faded and the thunder rolled in, she searched blindly, sure of what and who she saw, but as the lightning flashed once more, the roof was empty. Bare, like her heart.
Behind her she heard a slight noise, too easily covered by another slap of thunder, and in the cool darkness of her apartment a white slip of paper fell to the floor. The letterbox snapped shut once more behind it.
With shaking habds she grasped it, and began to read the neat, scrolled hand:
It's my normal state of feeling,
sad depression,
sometimes I'm laced with anger
thin red streaks like congealed blood
they entwine and mix with the darkness of my soul
and my cold heart throbs
ice encased it tries to beat
to beat this cold blood around my cold body
my only warmth is my anger
like a firey daemon it swallows up my thoughts
painful depression brings the floor to my face
and when I awake,
I'm in the eye of a storm.
My storm
my mind
like a black sea
my thoughts
my feelings of happiness break
like that sea's waves crashing
against the rocky shores of conciousness.
all I have to do is make it past the breaking point,
then the scars remain,
theyre there - but I have to go on
because I've made it this far
maybe if I hold my head up high
I'll make it into the day.
But whithout you,
my destens,
I am sure that i will fall.
Destens watched the black ink blur as her tears hit the words, she knew the writing, and from whom it was sent.
Raevynn shook the rain from her cheeks. or was it tears? She drew her coat closer and strode back to her post on the roof.
The lighting came, one, two, three, four, all the way to thirteen before that thunder rolled to hide the sounds of the fat raindrops plopping to the ground, and in the slight protection of the stairwell entryway, Raevynn stood, and watched, and waited.
It began to rain, heavy droplets dark against the deepening black of the sky. They ran down my face and slicked my clothing to my body.
months ago, she wrote how heartbroken she was. Months later... the pain wont go. She's found someone new.. someone pretty, doll like and beautiful. Long straight ebony hair... just like her. Pale white skin... just like her. Amazing eyes... just like her. She needs to feel the touch she once felt, the touch that moved her every sense. The touch that made her feel alive once more. But those days are long gone. Her new beautiful rose will never make her feel this way. For behind her stunning exterior.. there is nothing. She will never make her feel loved, never look into her eyes and tell her she loves her. Never will her kiss make her tingle and want to ravage her in bed that very second. Nor would her conversation make her want to live her life with her forever, to listen to her sweet voice and never tire of it. For true love never dies, and the heart never heals from true heartbreak. Every touch after a touch of true love will never feel as precious. ~L~
wow! this story is wwwaaaaayyyyyyy long!
congrats to the author
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she ate his liver and went to bury the corpse in her backyard. As she dug the hole deeper and deeper, thoughts began to cross her mind about her late lover's romances. Why had he been such a fool? Even better, why had she been?
She looked down and saw
She stood, Raevynn, Destens' unseen angel, she stood and watched Destens stare out through the floor to ceiling penthouse windows at the storm that raged outside. Raevynn bared her teethe in delight, the weather revealed the girl's inner frenzy, its direct contrast. Behind her Reavynn could see the mess of Destens' suite, the thrown books and the smashed furniture in direct contrast to her calm expression, but Rae had eyes only for here.
Standing atop a roof, in the shadows only as dark as her soul, she spoke to Destens, knowing she would never hear.. She said "I'm watching you. Even when I'm not here, I see you.
I track your time, I listen to your life.
Standing here I wonder, is all right, will I fail, will I know?
And I go back to watching you, giving advice, smiling.
I see not myself, my pain, my sadness, I ignore myself..... For you, for my Dark Princess."
Standing inside her suite, Destens felt the electricity of the storms, that without and that within herself. She looked out and wondered how her life had crumbled, she wished for an unseen angel to free her from the pain. One deep roll if thunder spoke the angel's name, and Destens could no longer stand - she fell to the ground, a dark depression once more destroying her inside and out, a deep boiling rage spread through the room until she could no longer hold it, she rose and began to destroy anything she saw.
~~~to be continued~~~
I AM SCARED OF THOSE CHEESY MONSTERS! AND POPCORN!
I AM A CHEESY MONSTER!
he was a freak. she didn't like him but he followed her everywhere
She then began to rise from the jasmine waters, her arms engraved with butterfly wings and glistening onix jewel. She herself withheld wings, made of lavendar, pink silk and crystal buttons. They extended to the sky and she withdrew her dagger, her dagger of crystal blade and the bones of a panther for the handle. Pointing it upward to the sky with her hands and arms of clover skin, she began to ressurect the vampyres under a scarlet moon, whispering their names with her full, blackpainted lips.
"Ninlue, Aries, Genesis, Hannah, Dimitri, Raven, Valentine, Nebulos, Damyen..." she chanted with the lowest whisper she could find within her throat. "come to this planet...we shall show them...once and for all...I am now in my purest form of beauty...and evil."
A slow smile curled on her lips and her fangs were revealed. She was now an unstoppable being, a creature that broke the mold.
And Nine shadows flew from the orange-tinted clouds.
the girl and the little golden doll sat together watching the world end.
she held his tiny gloved hand while nothingness swept the sky.
.....She awoke abruptly.
'That was the craziest dream I ever had! And so long, too.'
She sat up and stared out her huge bay window next to her bed to look at the wildlife outside. It always cheered her, especially since she was not a morning person.
Her lover of ten years, Imelda,woke up and rolled over far enough to kiss her back.
"Good morning. Are you OK? You tossed and turned, and talked in your sleep. You kept talking about some guy."
"I dremt I was straight and had a boyfriend, I remember that. Some other things are fuzzy ... hard to remember, but it gave me the creeps"
Imelda reminded her that it was Monday and they needed to get ready for work.....
she always could loving to ask her and i couldnt half she didnt know them
but she wasnt easy amazing could happend
we enjoyed our world
henry who would loved her but she is really amazing from her
she would ask about from any amazing personally if she could loved her
and she giggles so lot well she always loved her
the end
My dreams betrayed me. They told me that you were mine, my beautiful angel baby dipped in glitter...Wandering back into my arms. But your eyes are hid from me now, behind your flaxen hair. I want to slide my tongue over your alabaster skin in the moonlight. But you want to rip it from my mouth with a bloody roar. Oh my love, please don't hate me. I will always love you.
OMG............THIS WILL NEVER FUKING END HA?
She walked to the edge of the vast yard, seeking the flowers of her childhood, the faeiries that presented her with gifts of dew.
It was hopeless, she had crossed the threshold and couldn't go back. She had grown up without warning.
She wept all that afternoon, the wind was empty and there were no more whispers that she once heard when she pulled at the ruffles of her little ****. She wanted to grasp her heart and wrench away the disappointment that dwelled in her breast. She felt the cool tears as the breeze swept across her skin .
She needed to say one last good bye to the world that had finally closed its magickal gates to her. She crept to the window, limbs akimbo as she tried to crawl over the sill. She sat herself on the sill and with a deep breath as she shut her tears into her eyes, she leapt.
i ran out without bothering to touch the door that was left wide open behind me. she would take care of that. and she did. i heard it slam shut from somewhere behind me, closing me out of her life forever. there was no turning bsck, no repenting or asking for a second chance. she never believed in second chances, but i had given up many or her. the life i could have lived, the changes i could have made, the respect i yearned for but never seemedto grasp. it was all gone: Everything.
I brushed the dead leaves out of her hair, kissed her blue lips. "Farewell, my love. Farewell."
i'm already lost
henry was very good boy act nice boy a boy named henry
do you know that secrets about aruyn of secrets of human world
i say chamber of secrets
well i think you have chamber secrets did not have power of spells
maybe called aruyn chambers
yes we do?
are you in power chambers of secrets
a human world for you son
you know that yes yes yes we do long man a wise guy back here oh well
what now who really are you who iam old man
i was older iam ? well yes i could ?
well nasty is really piss off yes yes theyer piss off?
we knew that henry ?
The neverending story continues through tragedy and time
We are psycho sisters here to drive you crazy. Laura + Chris and
Misty + Roman they have no idea what they got themselves into. At last we are free. At last we are happy. At last we are crazier than ever.
help me!
goodbye, then. we are all caught in each other's dreams. last year, i was so caught up in hers, i didn't stop to think about the others. they are like ghosts, like that plath poem, they don't exist anymore now that they are out of sight. but today's dreams stretch far, and i want to witness them all. a sudden desire to stun the clock hands, to tiptoe into every bedroom and read their secret diaries, hers before anyone elses, just to know, just to satisfy my curiosity. i feel small and insignificant as i stand beside her, wanting to know if my words match her paint swirls.
Interestingly enough, I had managed to find just such a map. The asylum and all of its odd little intrigues would be known to me.... once i had a chance to look at said map. Which could take a bit of work, figuring that I was never really alone. the minute the security cameras saw the faded brownish paper in my grasp, people would be sent down. When i looked i had to memerize... and fast.
i would walk to aspire such longevity and they knew it. oh how they knew and so they locked me up. they thought me weak, how dare they.
so i played along.
the asylum was a labyrinth, made to lose patients so there was less chance of escape, but in order to work there, one must study the maps of the building and the grounds. i heard that the training for a mere orderly consisted of several weeks wandering so that they could familiarize themselves with the odd corners and corridors.
patients couldn't figure out the maze, but this was because the hospital specialized in the extreme cases that are kept from the public. disorders beyond comprehension and immediate danger to the naive. i was here simply because i had a distant relative who was a doctor, a gullible one who believed the lies of my cruel captors at that point.
i was torn from roots, if they ever had the chance to grow. i was in here. i will get out.
vague intrigue is turning into fascination. a drowning feeling, helpless.. walking past flowering trees, the air drenched with the scent of may, I can't help feeling alone. I feel like calling every day just to hear your voice, oh return to me, write me letters. ... ♥
i sat in a pool of jacaranda and cala lilies, drowning on the scent, suffocating on incense and sweet tea. i close my eyes like petals and drift off into a slumber of chamomile and envious skies. im still waiting for my flaxen haired beauty to peer through earthen eyes and let my heartbeat melt into her own.
she dies
my life is a beautiful mess i want to stay here forever
but little did she know then that it would be a woman that opened her heart.... and legs! she chuckles now in her reminising... ah for the day she can marry her darling in this cathedral!
what do i have to do to get her to love herself so that she can learn to love me
pictures of gorillas make me laugh
such delicious beauty, such perfection. i am still obsessed with you and it kills me. this. isn't. going. to. die.
and there she stood...in her never-ending beauty... in the corner of her favorite cafe..scribbeling in her notebook..looking down as if the world were about to die..I stared at her like it she was the only one left to save on this planet...i had failed everyone else..or they had failed me. everyone else was dead...she was my last chance..and she was so beautiful...beautiful than all of them..it didnt matter now
Her skin, like soft pink petals. Her hair, in knots. I held her close and we cried togather. I knew her pain and she knew mine. It was supposed to be a secret. It had been ours for 3 years. But someone told.
That night we found god inside our shattered mirrors. Sometimes between the countless bottles of depression we kissed and were happy. But we were always pulled away.
At least now when I look in the mirror I can see her face.
i never felt such sorrow for such a wretched soul so i took her home w/me, caring for her as if she were my own. sex seemed only reasonable with her beauty. caught up in the heat we felt each other from head to toe with our tongues though in this light she seemed so godly. too godly to be touched by someone as sinful and full of imperfection as me. she didn't seem to care about my past. only my future and how i would spend it with her..
fuck i hate my life. i'm so far away from all of you...i miss you
..i'm singing jenna love can you hear me? there goes my pain there goes my chains did you see them fall? There goes this feeling it has no meaning , there goes the world, off of my shoulders...
my kitten who watched me with eyes transient from green to brown, have news. your tigress grows weary of the golden bars of her cage and the scratches on her flanks...watch now as this dark-winged creature learns to crawl.
dick sucker
i am kristen kinal and i am here today with a guy named steven and another girl named marissa bean. they are nice peole.. i think they should go to the mall eith me ans sev hooooeeee.. now thats that.. bye hun,. lobe yiu
you are still here??? can't you see my busy signal? go away go away go away
go away go away please go away...your presence is uneasy
he's here again......certain people are hard to get rid off, and maybe its just my luck...but i've decided - if i am going to live an adult life, i'm going to make adult decisions...woo-hoo! humans create their own problems, and so they must learn to solve them....i will learn, even if it takes all my life....
...and then the deep sky evaded the aristocrats and established the right of arms.
and when i left the house I realized I had been in my room for over three days, not moving, not thinking. Sleeping Beauty surrounded by roses and thorns. So I picked up my trenchoat and I left it all behind, at least for an hour or two. I went to Santa Monica and stared at the waves, feeding my burger to the gulls. How can love be pain? How can beauty be ugliness? Why am i forever alone?
she left me in the dust to asphyxiate.
and when i got home, it was quiet and snowing. i made some food, went online to try and find a new job, got frustrated that i was actually considering working 4am-9am at UPS because they offered full benefits for part time workers, and then started crying.
They collected pictures of the dead. You know, those old black and white daguerrotypes from the 19th century where the obsession of encapturing the deceased for eternity was the thing. They thought the sadness was beautiful.
ps.... tell the girl's that smile
I want to claw my way back into your heart, I want to make you bleed again. I miss.. I miss.. all of it.. mirror splinters, jagged stars, beating hearts that soar, ache.. I want you to write your name on my skin.. and kiss my wrists and make me feel alive again. ♥
This Girl's been playing the victim for so long, that she doesn't know how to stop.
in nothing but her bare skin.
"yes, i did"
"you know Jo Smith?"
"oh yeah you mean that gorgeous girl from NYC? i love her work."
"yeah....i met her last night."
"really?? oh my god...."
"yeah. i saw her at a club and had to talk to her...my goodness, she's even more gorgeous in person...well anyway we were talking like crazy and she invited me to her place. she says she feels safe with me anyway."
"so you went and then what??"
"we didn't have sex if that's what you mean..."
"then what?"
"she photgraphed me. she says i have a beautiful body and she loved my long black, shiny hair. she asked me if i enjoyed sex with her and i was like 'what are you talking about?' and she says photography is sex to me.."
"lauren? are you still there?"
"i can't...." you can hear her trying to hold back her sobs in her whisper "i can't do this...."
and i cried and she said "i still love you...and you only." "so why?" i told her "why are you with him if you love me? i can't live without you and now you're getting married in two months and then you ask me to be your bridesmaid??!! how the hell am i suppose to feel?" "we can still be together" she says "i'm only doing this for my mother"
byebye
she swallowed her gum
"Overcome by your moving temple overcome by this holiest of altars so pure so rare to witness such a earthly goddess I lost my self control beyond compelled to throw this dollar down before your holiest of altars I'll sell my soul my self-esteem a dollar at a time for one chance one kiss one taste of you my magdalena I've beared witness to this place, this lair, so long forgotten so pure, so rare, to witness such a lovely goddess and I'd sell my soul my self-esteem a dollar at a time for one chance one kiss one taste of you my black madonna I'll sell my soul my self-esteem a dollar at a time for one taste of you my magdalena.." ♥
i never thought that i would ever find a woman that i have always wished for.. but i am one of the luckiest girls ever!
the most beautiful thing i ever saw was abandoned in a parkinglot in a little neighborhood in san franciso by a little italian bakery and a church. there was broken glass from thick ridged bottles and leftover lime jello in a few crumpled dixie cups and the church bells were ringing because it was sunday and the air was cold and the sun was awake and everything made sense as i sat on the curb and cried. but the entire time i didn't stop smiling and then it was over and i got coffee at the bakery and walked back to my apartment to sleep.
raven and violet lay watching the muses kiss and fondle
a dream. no, not a dream.
a dream would consist of one waking up too soon, so maybe this was for real. did she mean it? would the the sky cry tears exclusively for him? would she stay here on earth forever like she promised?
the trees swayed, naked, bare. the earth gleamed wet and cold. he shivered and shuddered and commenced walking to the walls of ivey, sure of himself and what should lie ahead.
he said he loved me and i believed him...how naive! he frequantly asked me what's it like to be beautiful, and i choked on my reply....but now i know - it's terrible, people say those magical words of affection just to get 15 minutes of brief pleasure, an undeserving contact of skin. i wish it was different, but its my story.....if you feel lke me, you're welcom to my aim, 'cause i'm feeling really depressed...(ThoseEvilPiggies@aol.com)
Celeste layed in her bed remembering the stories her grandmother had told about the virgin...she thought about her own story and how it was similar, and she wondered if her journey would be anything like the girl in the story's.
She sat down after her burst of energy, and began to sink back into her heartbroken depression. Never would she feel love again. She had cryed so much her eyes felt as though they were bleeding. Never would she be his. Ever again. But after a while of wallowing she came to a conclusion.. this was not attractive. For him to ever belong to her again, she would have to think of a very good plan.. a plan to make him want her once more, never to let her go...
SEX IS YUMMY IN MY VAGINA SAID THE DRUNKEN WHORE!!
The beautiful virgin picked up the child and held it in her hands...she couldn't remember the last time she ever held anything or anyone. It was just a baby girl. She was hungry; from her breasts the baby sucked giving and taking nurishment.
Stories were told in darkened caves and in whispered voices of the cursed virgin...how she would appear and then kill everyone just by the sound of her voice, how she was once a princess but then turned to the black arts.
The ring had waken her...from dreams that torment her whenever she sleeps. Into another hell. Not this time. There was magic in the air. She thought she heard the ancient voices...so deep that no human ear could hear...calling her name. "Farheen...Farheen....awaken from the dream, and sleep no more...Farheen"
i had neevr known suck a perfect day when the humming birds can hit a high note sweat enought to melt my heart of course it was a dream and awoke alongside the pumkine man. i had known him for many a year. he had grown found of me kept me in a cabenet took me out from time to time to play and admire him. I have no voice inprisoned begined a glass wall desiving to the eye it seems as if i live in a world far from the otehrs but you try living in a dolls house were your soul is cliped to stop it from evre straying. my fairy god maother has not yet waved her wound she is punishing me for braeking the conventsions taht make up a true loves tale
as the ring turning from silver into the shape of the most beautiful virgin...skin pale,magnificent breasts , long brown hair, those green eyes piercing straight ahead, wondering who had waken her. A tear from the corner of her eyes appeares; she remembers the last time....ten thousand dead, she could hear thier screams as thier skin turned into ashes by just the sound of her voice...then she turned her head, and noticed the infant, not an army, but a child...crying. Could it be the child that the seer fortold was comming...to somehow free her of the ring? She remembers the witch saying, "It will be a childs tears, that release you from the devils spell"
as the ring turning from silver into the shape of the most beautiful virgin...skin pale,magnificent breasts , long brown hair, those green eyes piercing straight ahead, wondering who had waken her. A tear from the corner of her eyes appeares; she remembers the last time....ten thousand dead, she could hear thier screams as thier skin turned into ashes by just the sound of her voice...then she turned her head, and noticed the infant, not an army, but a child...crying. Could it be the child that the seer fortold was comming...to somehow free her of the ring? She remembers the witch saying, "It will be a childs tears, that release you from the devils spell"
and then everyone died.....
I had a dream about her last night....the dreaded lockeroom, those memories harm me so....she said 'kiss me', and as my surprise overtook me rapidly, my lips met hers, our toungues picking up the rythum long ago forgotten...i woke up, realizing just how much i miss her...that flaming red hair, as freezy as my own, piercing green eyes, lips as soft as winter's sunlight...yes, she actually exists...strange
the words lead a fractured path back to my heart {poems desired by the stars alone}. Roses, are perfect. Beautiful, exquisite flowers with razor-sharp thorns. I am driven mad without you. I want you here in this dark room watching the imaginary petals fall with me. I see into the dark. I see a long corridoor. You walk towards the light, but you walk away from me, always. That was what you meant. Does the colour of my eyes fade three minutes after you leave? Can you imagine.. how this feels? It felt as if you slowly untied yourself from the red ribbons that bound you to me, and you did all this because you wanted to. March? April? I noticed more and more red ribbons lying on my bed, and I should have given up offering them back. But I never will. Just look under your pillow and you could see them. They are so satin-soft and wonderfully beautiful, they would feel so pretty against your skin. Satin-soft and wonderfully beautiful. If you wrapped one around your wrist and closed your perfect eyes you would see what I see. I guess you love your world so much that you never close your eyes anymore. I'm trapped in the darkness that you never reach.
I feel like a character from Shakespeare driven mad by her torments and desires. I'm going to buy some tangible red ribbon. violet xx
she was lactating.
I see the writing on your hand "I love SOS" and I wish that someone special was me because when our eyes meet I feel like I'm on fire, and when you lookaway my heart slowly begins to break and I yearn to see your smile in your eyes once again. Your words are like a soft Spring breeze caressing my skin, your eyes like deep dark pools of softness and beauty beyond comprehension.
I watch you in class when you aren't looking, and when your head is turned opposite of me. I am so stunned by your beauty and your kindness even though I told you I'm in love with you. Your friendship makes me feel so warm and safe but at the same time so hurt and alone because I know I may never be the SOS on your hand, or the one you say "I love you" to. I love you so much Kristen and I wish I could feel your embrace.
You're talking to me again but it still hurts because I wish I didn't have these feelings for you. I want to see your soft brown eyes meet mine and see your beautiful smile and feel your touch but I know how I feel is exactly how you will never feel. I love you so much and now that you know I miss you even tho you're right there next to me but you aren't with me which hurts so fuckin bad and I wish I could feel your embrace around me but you aren't my way.
she said she wanted me. her skin was porcelain pale. No, not like a doll's skin, cold and dusty from the shelf. She was soft, trembling and warm. She was pale as white sheets and spilt milk and new sunday shoes. I put my hand on her and my skin looked like honey, and I was proud that my people came from hot, sweltering puerto rico and passionate sicily. Proud that my skin could be dark and be the opposite of her light, entangling like the yin and yang. I let my body lie against hers, brushed my c-cup over her a-cup, then removed the clothes and put my head between her legs. I tasted and kissed and licked and thrust and she arched and moaned and gasped. her hips rocked and i held onto her as she cried out. she pulled me to her, tasted herself and proclaimed it okay-tasting, though to me it was lemonade on a summer porch, pink sugarfloss at the carnival, and strawberry ice cream eaten in slow licks. She let her hair (long, all the way past her slim shoulders and down her back) trail over my secret place, and put her fingers there when I gasped. She gave me a blue-colored orgasm, soft and slow, and i didn't care that she didn't love me, wasn't gay, was only my best friend since age 11, because of that night. Because that night, i held her dancer's body and she touched me with fragile grasps, and i knew she'd never even been kissed and i was her first everything. And it was okay that i slept on the couch and went home in the morning, because i love her. and she will never forget that i loved her when i gave her her first time, and she will never forget me.
That night she kissed someone. A someone that is not me.. no evidence but a photo that met my eyes by coincidence. A secret that isn't neccesarily a secret. I just didn't know.
ten there were all these magical bumblebees that could juggle and sing billy idol songs. bo, were they interesting.
'oh no'
and they lived happily ever after
the end
Alone, Mercy thinks of her love that is a world apart from her, and wonders when they will finally be together. Although the nights are cold and lonely, with only the thought of her to bring her warmth and joy, she will wait beyond forever for her.
. . .and after drinking really bad sangria until i was no longer self-conscious, she offered me a ride home. in the blue glow of her dashboard, we both fidgeted. i babbled to her, told her about scratching up my arms, how i thought it was artwork. really all i meant was, i want to fuck you, i really really do. at some point her finger ran down my neck and she kissed me. so many times when we kissed we both tasted like cigarettes. we ended up on top of each other in the drivers seat, the windows steamy and the smells of both of us so strong we could have bottled it, sold it as Pure Pheremones.
How do I feel this empty space between my heart and my right hand? The pretty razors with sharp edges have all dissapeered. She is my weakness. She is my strength. Tell me something I do not know. Time collapses and we die. --whyt rawks yew (on AIM)
i want to read that story please
Forever stuck in between....I am her friend. I am not the one she loves. I wish to feel her embrace and to hear her soft voice.
Her long black hair flows down to her waist, her petite form setting only a small shadow, her brown eyes peircing my own. Her laugh sets me afire...her smile healing all my wounds and taking away everything I am worrying about. When I am with her I have nothing to worry about...I am not scared or worried. She talks to me and laughs with me and jokes with me...only leaving me wanting for more. She kisses others on the cheek but not I. I am her friend....
my sleep pattern is getting worse i feel fucking cursed i can't handle this reality its fucking failing me
Jasmine lived happily ever after. The end.
A glance from you makes me long for more, long to be the one you love instead of the guys that torment you. I wish you could realize how deeply and truly I love you....how deeply and truly I long for you. I think of you whenever my mind thinks about beauty...for yours is like none other that I have seen. I don't know if you see my eyes gazing at you during class...out of the corner or my eye. Sometimes you catch me and I pretend as if I am looking away or down at my paper. It aches inside when you say you love me but not as I wish you did. I am only your friend...an aqquintance....stuck watching you with other people. We oculd be so wonderful together....I long to feel your arms in an embrace around me....to hear those words that I so long to hear...
I watched her dance around me in a wonderful cascade beauty....hypnotising me with every step, every glance of her delicious brown eyes, the world coming to a stop except for her dance and I watching her with a broken heart. Knowing I could spend forever living only as her friend and never as a lover. I watch her cascading brown hair flow at the gentle touch of the wind as she dances....hoping for one touch of her hand upon me, or even a gentle smile.
She dances in all her gothic beauty and me nearly fainting as she dances around me in a whir of unexplainable beauty....her brown eyes peircing into mine as I yearn for more than a friendship....
He
i don't think it will ever heal
I saw his hands on you, light touches caressing your skin, it made me feel ill and overwhelmingly sad. he is not worthy of your beauty. perhaps I am not. girls are so, so much more beautiful. we could have been so beautiful together. I still long for you, I long for your lips, and your arms around me, your breasts soft against mine. I long for you..
as she walked, the metal click of her heels against the pavement scratched out her eyes. they bled without reconciliation. her eyes were gone but her mind could see.
Hello my name is Nina...
My life is a never ending story. Is yours???
the metallic coldness of the AR-80 assault rifle at her side sent a shiver down her spine. maybe it was the anticipation, or the rush she got from performing her service to society...
ASASSIN. a small smile formed on her pale, chapped lips. she raised the lethal, idolized hunk of metal and aimed.
ONE...TWO... the male was in perfect view. unknowing, and nonchalant. an easy victim, to say the least. she tightened her grip on the trigger.
THREE. she pumped several rounds into the unsuspecting average, corporate-controlled, wall street serving, starbucks drinking white, "american" male, before she watched him fall to the ground with an intense thud. he was dead, she had no doubt of her abilities whatsoever. brushing a stray hair from her face, she turned, and dissapeared into the foul-smelling alleys that she called home.
there were two pictures of the girl
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never ending story
However, since you already saw the obscure sculptures of young druids, waiting so patiently for you to approach them, and arcane dungeon towers standing tall beneath dancing sunlight and branches of creeping willows, I need hardly be at the trouble of explaining that I have lead you into the magnificent garden of Donatien Alphonse François, Marquis de Sade, one of the most cruel, brain-damaged sadists of our history.
I once happened to spend several days in this ancient castle; venerable guardian was kind enough to show me Muse‘s scrapbooks, which were locked up in the archive as if they were one of its most priced possessions. It took me great effort to persuade the hesitating custodian to let me acquaint myself with them more closely - the humble elder believed that the memorials should have been burned before they could reach the eyes of a curious reader.
Not without a certain anxiety, that you, charmed wonderer, would take the custodian's side, I present to you this book composed of many notes and diaries. If you would be brave enough to follow Muse as her faithful companion along the dismal prison cells and dark underground hallways, and then set your foot in our dazzling world, experiencing the arousing horror, insanity and absurdness she had to endure, then maybe the diversity of those images, unwrapping in front of your eyes like in a colorful kinetoscope, would entertain you.
Kasey held a pale hand over her heart. It raced uncontrollably as she neared his apartment. A light appeared in the window as her combat boots crunched over the gravel. "He knows I'm here," she thought and in a panicing she ducked into the ally. She leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. "You came here for a reason!" she erged herself, "Don't crap out now." Ok. She admurged from the ally and felt into the jacket and the cold metal chilled her fingertips. Kasey pushed open the apartment door and crept up the stairs. Before she could reach the top of the spiral staircase a little girl came running down and appeared suddenly like a ghost in front of her. She stammered back and wasn't expecting what happened next.
..is this our last embrace? must i dream and always see yr face?
and then sheela turned to me casually saying turn me back into stone you fiends of fiendish hell fire.
When she awoke that morning Catherine smelt the fresh leaves of the spring and the dew from the flowers was fresh as it was still only early morning. that morning she allowed herself to stay under her duvet untill she was called at six to start work, usually she got up first to get ahead but today she allowed herself the luxury most normal people had. You see Catherine was not normal although she looked it from the outside, she had been a slave child since she could remember. Her mother had sent her away to serve the Jackson household when she was just a baby. Sometimes she thought of her mother and wondered what she was doing now and wether she missed her at all. She had asked of her once while clearing the table for the family and then she learnt the golden rule "dont ask questions"
- maddison
Do you remember holding my hand running through the trestles and skipping rocks by the river side? Those nights felt so close to perfect. That innocent look in your eyes, and the way your hair flipped up right above your brows. We both admitted we were scared when you kissed my forehead and promised me you`d never let go. Where are you now? The river`s flow has become lonley and it misses those stones we flung into the night. The faeries danced amung the stars, and whispered sweet verses from books of enchantment. The moon cried out to shine in your eyes, and I almost forgot to breathe. Your tender touch gaurenteed my happiness, and the midnight birds chirped a warning of dusk. Twas all a dream, yet i awaken so warm wrapped in your arms. The blanket of your love surrounded me, and now i must forget so sudden. You cannot ask me to let go. Like the mother of a new born child, i`ll always have your memory subsided in the back of my mind, waiting to be renewed.
I AM THE QUEEN OF CUPS.
his voice was the best thing of all: it cracked like ice when you pour the liquor over.
new love
Then he ran up to her. After just killing his ex-girlfriend he felt dirty and needed someone to make him feel better about himself. He knew Lauren could do it. She has always been the best at making him feel important. When she saw the blood on his hands she knew he had killed her, and she was no longer an issue in their life. He huged her and the blood trapped itself in the fabric of her shirt. She loved it. She was now part of destroying the little bitch.
the cemetary was deathly silent. my thoughts were screaming to be heard. of course, what thoughts? i a not allowed to any. i am dead to the world and to myself. i lay here, looking at tombstones andall the dead, rotting flowers left by loved ones. mine had none.nothing to remember me by. what use was the waste of a memory on me? my existance did not make a difference.but, i did take that away from the world.
the cemetary was deathly silent. my thoughts were screaming to be heard. of course, what thoughts? i a not allowed to any. i am dead to the world and to myself. i lay here, looking at tombstones andall the dead, rotting flowers left by loved ones. mine had none.nothing to remember me by. what use was the waste of a memory on me? my existance did not make a difference.but, i did take that away from the world.
she grasped the cameo necklace tightly, like a rosary, and closed her eyes. Her breathing was exaggerated and heavy, and she kept having flashes of things she had supposed she had long forgotten, however, this was not the case. He was her twin, and she was her twin. Her beautiful Natasha, had been lost to the cruel world beyond what she knew, and it only seemed to make things that much more painful. And he, he was all that she needed now to survive, but love seemed to be lost at all costs... a romeo and juliet modern shakesperian romance. But he too seemed distant, and she was all alone to face her past.
"I will never forget you... I forgive you for all the things that haunt me now. You couldn't help what you stole from me... this is not your fault."
She was standing on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the seplucher of an ocean below, with waves crashing below, just beaconing her to jump, like that one night so long ago..
Face contorted with pain and fear, she clutched her papers tightly; those scribbled with a memoir of her sheer existance, and a single drop of moisture fell from her face.
She let go of the papers, watching them fly and flap, nearing the water's edge.
I don't know whether I shall ever tell you I love you again, although I will love you until the end, and whether I slit my pretty little wrists or drown in an ocean of tears you are the last thought I will ever have. When you died for the first time, I knew that you would haunt my dreams forever. And you will. Thinking of how little I mean to you now I feel razors caress my heart, I cannot put into words how much this whole year has hurt. I do believe you loved me once, maybe almost as intensely as I loved you, and watching your fascination melt away has scarred my world. I never wanted anyone but you, whatever happened, I loved you with an intensity unmatched. I dwell in shadow-worlds of black glitter, pale moonlight, and until I am rescued, there I shall stay. I wish to never see you as long as I live, and at the same time I wish to see you all the days I live. *watches the sky* Lucy xx
it was raining. the sound of rain on the roof of the house-- not her house, but the one at which she existed-- was not at all exhillarating. It was a reminder of..Natasha. Her other half. Her Yang. She smiled, faintly, and closed her eyes, wrapped forever in the embrace of time, a chasm in which natasha never slept..
the stars twilking above her, did she ever see the one falling on her day of glory, did she ever see
For a long time afterward, the damp east wind breathed across the abandoned and dew-silvered meadow, bringing with it the crepitance of unseen, disturbed, dried foliage, lightly trod upon by the lamenting werewolf.
i want to ditch the logical
i coated my lips with her dewy glitter. when i bent to kiss her wet lips,i realised there were morre things to come for the both of us.she wagged her finger at me , bidding me to come to her.i taste her slaty tears as she cries that that shew needs more that our sexual existence.
i wish i could tear your heart from your chest sometimes, but i guess that deep inside there's still a part of me that wants to comfort you and lie with you and ache like you.
Autumn approaches, girl and season, screams the importance of mind over matter. Purple shadows, bruises like flowers on her eyes because she is an insomniac. So she lives a vampire lifestyle: party all night, hide during the day. and blood, the drinking of blood. (a blatantly sexual part of vampire lore, no?) Autumn drinks blood, but only her own. Carves up her wrists and drinks her own blood as it runs down her arm. Autumn knows the pain of Jasmine. Autumn is a reflection, an echo of Jasmine and her pain. She is Jasmine in her dream state. She knows the need Jasmine felt to drown herself, but she also knows the force which kept her alive.
she realized that dreams often lie. that sometimes thoughts can only hurt you.
she closed her eyes to the impending tears and tilted her head up to the ceiling. stretching her arms out to her sides, reaching for something that was solid. something that was real.
she found nothing.
muttering to herself she collapsed to the floor, losing herself in the folds of darkness. brenden hovered nearby, not knowing what to do. jasmine cried and cried and rambled and rambled and kicked and screamed and whimpered and cowered. her hair had become tangled, forming a cave around her face. she looked up at him, a strange glow in her eyes. it weighed on brenden and he shifted uncertainly. jasmine licked her lips slowly, almost seductively and opened her mouth. at first her lips moved but no words were audible. it was almost an illusion, and then sound finally agreed with her. she whispered so low, it was almost painful.
"am i so sudden that you can not even blink?," she swallowed "the walls are getting thinner. and the words filter through. bending me sideways and melt. tears clogging my pores. pores screaming. screaming voices. voices torn. torn sheets." jasmine stands, her feet together, and arms slightly out to her sides. the wind from the open door creates goosbumps on her bare skin, but she does not shiver. "suffocating sheets. tightly wrapped, knots, and pressure. silence wrapped, knots, and pressure. pores gasping." with each sentence she takes a step towards brenden "releasing wind. it bends me sideways and melts. flood. tears orbit. drink it in, spit out words. muffled. forgotten. filtered through walls. strong wind. and the walls are down. paper thin. paper cuts. cuts. cuts. cuts. and then she drowns. while tightly wrapped, knotted, and pressured. under walls with yer name scribbled in blood. baptized in tears. drowning. drowning. sheets are coffin. death. release. orbit. remove the paper and everything looks blue." her frigid nose pressed against brendens chin.
"you are so beautiful" she whispers "its a shame to leave you." jasmine broke away from brenden and started dancing her way down the aisles. in a singsong voice she called back to him "its a shame to leave. its a shame to. its a shame. its......"
when she turns around she sees that brenden is no longer there. she quickly snaps her head to the right, and watches his figure walking away. he turns around, ten feet out the door.
"im sorry" he calls, raising his voice slightly above the wind outside.
"farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget" she quoted.
brenden is then swallowed up by the night, and jasmine breathes in slowly. tasting his fear. smelling her sorrow. she turns away from the door, and walks closer and closer to the alter. she snatches the cloth from alter and rips it into long strips. with shuffled feet, she goes to the pews and removes 10 thick hardcover hymnals. she stacked five books and tied the cloth around them on one side, and the same on the other. her arms shaking from the weight, she carried the cloth and the books over to the baptismal. she dropped them onto the floor, and slid the heavy lid off. humming "you are my sunshine" to herself she lifted the books, placing them on the sides of the pool of water. she slid the piece of cloth over her head and softly blew into the water, creating little ripples.
"romeo, oh romeo. wherefore art thou romeo?" she smiled sourly. "he left you bitch. my eyes were never dry"
she put the two stacks of books inside the baptismal, her head forced into the water. she blew bubbles, until she inhaled the water.
wind chimes played as she drowned.
silently screaming
hey hey people how is every one today!!!
and the she woke up.
have you ever felt like you didn't belong? just anywhere you? anyone you meet is wrong? how strange this seems to me.....
some times my life seams soo fucked up and i never know if i am right or rong... if you feel the same as me my S.N is NoFx grll58
in one sense
...and the faerie girl sang a soft red song. A song of birds and beetles and the secrets they shared under the trees. The moon shone down through the forest canopy and all the girls danced to the music of the trees until dawn when they flopped down on the cool green moss and dreamed dreams of elvish laughter and honey.
so, it happened
and then after everything finally stopped, she spun around, our eyes linking, my heart beating. she runs up to me, hi! and she talks and i listen. but im not really listening to her words so much as her body. her soft skin, all over, big eyes, softest blue, tilted, questioning. her small pout lips, always the rose pink. orangy red hair spiking around. so thin and tall like some nymph. and me, what i am? its lunch. she asks, what are you? straight? i shrug. i dont know. what do you think? i don't know. the thought is abandoned, i wonder if she knows? i think, i think i love her. but is it just we are so close? but why then, do i want to hold her? feel her holding me? catch her tears, tell her my fears. pull her lips in the dark, rest my hands on her waist? could that be what she needs? what i need? and it hurts because i'll never know, but i refuse to cry. i am numb. i am alone and in love but i never speak a word of it. perhaps its better that way.
a girl sits all alone above a rolling river with her voice haunting the valley's far below
"here
can you see the darkness
surrouning you all
can't you see
what the darkness has done
it is killing
it is hiding
why
why must we run
when the darkness is just around the corner"
as she sings these last lines she plummits down from the rock and into the water.
I could only imagine how her approaching form sent something through you, arrow or bullet, Jennie in her underwear and alligator heels. Poor aligator. I'd be vicious too, were it in my nature.
jump jump call the black bird
she looks up to behold sheets of ice coming down upon the cathedral. The ice shattering everything insight, yet the candles still burn bright . "As misery such is the fate of a restless soul, doomed to travel until the wandering spirits cleave to their inner most desires." With that said Jasmine takes one of the burning candles holds it up to the heavens and then sets it down again
hi
some times i just feel like i am drifting. i dont know if somthing is rong with me or somthing.... some times i just feel really depressed!!
but thats all i wanted to get itn out!!!!........
The candles flickered as a breeze drifted through the room, and the silken bedsheets rustled as the girl squirmed atop the matress. A beauty she was, her skin a soft, honeyed tan; and it was everywhere, no tan lines to be seen on her slender, naked form. Her black ringlets fanned out on the pillow, and with her eyes closed I couldn't see her eyes, though I knew they were blue, like a cloudless sky. I heard the moan leave her throat, saw her hand between her trim thighs. And then the moan was muffled, because her other hand had been toying with one of those lush breasts. Large enough to be manipulated astonishingly, she had pushed one ripe tit toward her face, and caught one of the deep rose colored nipples in her mouth, suckling at it as someone else would. My nostrils flared, the scent of sex and sweat in the air, and still I watched her, incredibly hot and bothered. Near naked myself, only the sheer nightgown clinging to my form, barely brushing the tops of my thighs. Which made it much easier as my own hand slid down, mirroring her movements, my fingers probing the moist slit, dancing over the little pearl of flesh that creates so much pleasure. But, it wasn't enough as I watched her, and finally I gave into the great temptation. The gown dropped from my form as I walked toward the canopy bed, and I sank onto the foot of the bed, careful not to disturb her. Her legs spread wide, and I could see the glistening pink prize. Her fingers grown tired, I find my opportunity as she goes to switch hands. I lean, burying my face between her velvet thighs, suckling that sweet nub of flesh as she had been sucking her nipple. Of course she wasn't doing that now. She wasn't surprised by my presense, she knew I'd been watching her.. had wanted me to watch her. And always, I came when she wanted me to, because this was her game, not mine. I licked and probed, sucked and rubbed, my mouth talanted, so I had been told. One hand toyed with her breasts, twirling and tugging the beautiful nipples, the other joined my mouths persuit, and I slid one, then two fingers inside the slick passage. And then my viciousness came through, becuase it was always her and not me, and instead of two fingers, it was three, then four, pushing into the tight hole. No longer she moaned, but practically snarled as I crammed my hand inside, curling my fingers into a fist. Stretched beyond her usual capabilities, and unable to do anything except lay there, I pushed my fist deep within, then slowly drew it back, again and again. It was my game now, and her pleasure would come when and how I chose.
it was the softness of her hair, the breathless pull of her touch... oh damn my lust! or was it love?
who knows, she has me caught in her resilient web, her fantastically dewy web of her hair, beauty, lips tongue, the eyes of Nefertiti, the eyes of an Egyptian goddess.
I paid my homage to such a fancy that i would sit in the graveyard and cry, singing a song of sorrow into the black earth that housed the bodies of people. The angels around cast their eyes to the heavens and i swear they sung these sad songs for me.
For my relentless beating of a heart.
mayhap, the faeries brought these roses. For truly, they have never bloomed so beautifully before, with the dew glazing on the pale flesh pink petal
the true lip tones of a virgin. She picked a flower for her love, who was in the house spinning her magical tales in the attic.
she thought to surprise her love, her lover who kept locks of hair in a glass along with a small scroll of a first love poem. Her love
was a woman of pure thought with magical touches and always smelling of vanilla and honeysuckle rain. How good life was to
kiss this angel from the skies.
She always bends as sweetly swaying as a willow branch. Her body kneels to her will and whim, as if adoring of her. I long to be the worshipper pentient at her goddess's feet and kiss the serpant that coils there.
hey every body waz up? i hope your enjoying life and making the most of it!! i was thinking about all the different problems in my life and about all the different good things in my life also. when i listed them their were the same amount of both. i couldn’t decide weather or not my life was good or not. but most of the problems i had weren’t because of me, but they were because of my brother. i don’t want to blame it all on him but instead i’m gonna try and help him. i hope you*after reading this* decide to make a list for yourself. it really helps and it will make you feel better. i just want to let people know that life will always be tough and you have to be strong. i'm sure you've heard that before but it is sooooo true. if you ever have the chance to read a chicken soup book that will really help you deal with your life and your problems. i read one because we had to read stuff in school and i decided to read them. i thought they were gonna be happy but really they weren’t. when i come on this web site and read the NEVER-ENDING STORY my heart usually sinks. it normally isn’t on all of the stories but the majority is sad. it always talks about how much people hate their lives and that to me is really sad. if you read the chicken soup books then you will find that it will make you feel 10 times better for yourself because you will know how bad other peoples lives are and how much better yours is. ( in some cases) i hope that my message will lift your spirit
sometimes i feel like i am drifting.. i don’t know if something is wrong with me or not? life feels sooo tough and soo rough. i don’t know if life is supposed to be so hard.. It’s so complicated. ...
your words come out like a blossoming flowers or a beautiful music note from heaven! said the faerie while the depressed girl was sitting there think of the choices last year! then a sing faerie came a said to the girl: "Some people search forever for this one special KISS oh i can’t believe It’s happing to me... so people wait a lifetime... oh i can’t believe its happing to me... for a moment like this... I wanna know that you will catch me when i fall oh i wanna tell you this.... some people wait a life time for a moment like this... oh i can’t believe it’s happing to me... oh some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this.. blah blah.... A moment like this..... OOOOOOOh i can’t believe it’s happing to ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
i feel calm now
a tear on my cheek
calm, and still, and restful.
my broken heart bleeds for you, and i love you and i miss you and i need you. just once more
i close my eyes and you are there. blood red lips and angel soft skin. the gentle breathing that brings me more comfort and fills me with such warmth that nobody will ever understand.
then i open my eyes and your not there not my arms, not in this room, or the next.
i miss you
She was intense as hell. She liked to throw herself into situations she really shouldn't.
"Stop while you're ahead, Ana", I said.
"No way. I'm fine."
I realize that Ana is what Anorexics call themselves, the ones who are proud of it. That seems too funny and ironic for words Ana being Ana.
what I see in your eyes makes me feel lost.. is this neverending? *cries*
i am learning to love myself. i don't just mean masturbation. people have sex without love, and i'm sure people masturbate without self appreciation. i mean that i am truly learning that i am not such a bad person and i am actually quite beautiful....
see the mistakes that i've made, well they don't seem to bother me. and i sure as hell don't feel like i've missed any kind of train. so if i could only show you how i fell then you wouldn't bother me... yeah maybe they'd see why we don't mind being blind....
And the unusual bird landed on the top of the highest peak in the canyon. We can see the brightly colored plumage of the bird, its glittering colors reflecting the sunlight.
do you hear me?
can you? (will you?)
i miss you.
though:
i lift without you
i'm freer without you
all candles light and dance without you
but you hide from this musing light
you're a shape
a silhohette
and behind your shadow
i rest
yet:
don't you remember?
can you? (will you?)
i used to smile without you
now i cry without you
she looked through the gate into the deep and knew that if the dogs should turn and see her they would pursue her without rest till she should yeld and join them in the chase
There was the crow's song, echoing in the hill of her mind.
. . . and yet still the wind in the rushing air tore strands of silver from the faltering moon pool and added light to her hair. . . yet still she cried to the angel of her mourning and asked of her 'why'? No answer came there to her unless the murmured cries in the gale were answer enough . . .
shhhhhh
and i wanted you to be poetic and romantic and everything a love song would be...
like dew drops on crystal roses and spanish moss on sacred castles...
and i wanted angel wings and satin kisses and orange sunsets in your eyes...
but sometimes we aren't what we want us to be.
she had a birthmark on her face, just under her eye, like a tear or a rose. she kissed me as a dare and i felt that spark that i had once limited to my reading. the spark turned to flames when she sat on my lap and sang to me. even drunk she was a beauty.
i loved her and she said i was her best friend.
Spirits rise and spirits fall.
said that the towers of babylon had to come down. Man has once again exeeded his grasping reach. I pledge alliegiance to Happiness. I will work for it if that is what it takes. Will I die for it? Now that would not make me happy. No, I think not, though I wouldn't mind dying happy for a change. I can work at anything I choose for this purpose. I will learn, along the way, that some efforts produce less Happiness in the long run than other efforts do. This is mine to keep. If I learn to look further down the road while maintaining presence in the moment, I may even contribute to others' Happiness, now or in the future. Things that take to much of our integrity away from us will fall away from our everyday lives. Objects that influence us to not learn how to be happy will also fade away. Un-neccesary destruction will not be possible in the face of Compassion and Understanding for all .
hi can i have the oren and the book and the lunk dragon to keep
hi do you got a book can I have it for free i feel like to read it it sounds good do you have the oren that I can have it for free and a lunk dragon to keep for free.
Lolita, Lolita, is that really your name? Why would your mother call you that, of all things? Lolita, I miss you. I miss your slippery silk sheets and the way we hid in your closet, squashed against each other. I miss your irrational behavior and your icy skin.
"I'm so damned cold", you used to say, winter afternoons when you came in all shaky and blue.
"Why go out in this weather, then?"
"It's worth it to make a snowman."
"Well if you like being cold, shut up and quit complaining."
I miss you I miss you. It begs to be repeated.
Last week, I saw a skinny teenage girl with long blonde hair, and practically shoved my way through the crowd to crush her against me.
"Lolita, Lolita".
"Stay away", her lover said, and pushed me far away.
Lolita Lolita. Do I ever miss you.
Are we suppose to live like this?
I went to heaven last night and found out it was right here all along
the music overtook her, and she spun around, her senses caught in another world.
what is the name of the dog?
It was a shivering night when your friend and i were walking together when smoke came out all of a sudden. A small blue and green boy came out of the smoke
THE NIGHTMARE FOR YOUR FRIENDS
my name is kristen
I think i finally got my head together. My life has gotten better.
The love of my life has given me a flower. A flower that will lead to a good life.
What are you most afraid of? Hospitals houses statues movies girls kisses crowds spiders water? You stole my thunder, sweetie.
Her inner self kept itself a secret, you see, and that's why she considered herself to be empty. In others she sought to find it.
i fall to your words and drown in your cries
age creeped into the gardens, moss sprinkled heavily on the gargoyles...
You can't catch me, Vivien said, and disappeared beneath the water's surface. She was right. Neither Seffie nor Tobey could find her, and after hours of swimming through the murkiest water they'd ever seen, they gave up and went for coffee at Starbucks.
When the we were younger and no one was dead yet, or missing or in the asylum, we never knew how fucking good we had it. Three rich children naked in the woods. It was Maddy and Atlas who did most of the sexy things, though, while I observed, shivering, holding my sweater up to me. Atlas always laughed at this.
"Prude", he'd yell after they finished, catching me unawares, pushing me down and keeping me there. My sister giggled as she was very often inclined to do. Was she jealous? I used to think her incapable of really loving someone, girl or boy, for more than a night, but I may have been wrong about that. I think she loved him and detested being what she called his 'practice fuck doll'. But that was pretty much the agreement they made on her thirteenth birthday. To learn on each other.
I know that he felt responsible for her dying, for letting her do such a stupid, childish thing (honestly--she seemed more like three than eighteen). Obviously he needed the release. And you know I couldn't help it when he touched the base of my spine, when he said my name and kissed my neck. You know I couldn't help but let him touch me and want to do it at least as much as he did. I wished him to suck the confused poison out of me with his vampirish teeth, for which I'd always called him Draculus. God I was so out of my mind.
When I woke he was gone, as I knew he would be. I was sore and heavy with grief.
It was three years before I saw him again. He called from the hospital and I'd visit him at least twice a week, bringing books and plants, never flowers because he hated them all except for lilies and black roses.
It was yesterday that he came back. Erebus house is falling apart, he says. He wants to buy it from my grandmother. No, she told him, she's leaving it to him after she dies anyway, mostly because he's always reminded her of her brother Gus, now even more on account of the suicide thing.
And here we are.
As i looked back at her. She didnt want me to go. But for once in my life i was doing something for my self and no one else. She wasnt going to stop me now. I can hear her screams and shouts but my mind is blocking them out. As soon as i get out of here the better. I can't wait till i'm living life for myself again. Its been so long, but i know i'll survive. All my drama is in the past. I can leave it now. My future is all i see in my mind now, and freedom is all i feel in my heart now.
um.. i'm falling out of love with you, i thought i'd always love you, but i've had enough
Maybe it'll all start over...like it recoils from vast influences. Maybe it'll all work out for her...but life's unexpected. It's like an art form, like a video game, stay alive to get to the end. But all that you receive for living through Hell is a short scene of happiness. Burst and bloom...maybe all the feelings are coming back. She thought that as she stepped on a shard of glass on the floor. 'Beautiful dillusion' she thought, looking up only to see her back and never her face.
the seeming banality of it all made them stop and wonder about life
once i had a love who sang as sweet as a dove, i fell so deep, it was a treat, but now my dove sings no more. i am oh so very forlorn. come to me now or i shall be drowned on the august of 4th, tomorrow
If you hadn't let go of me I wouldn't be here. Don't ask me to hold your hand now. I can feel the hatred oozing off of you. You only want to hurt me and I won't be your doll. I won't bend in ways that break my bones, and my spirit. I won't be your trigger happy sidekick. And I won't hide in the shadows of your inferiority. You aren't my creator and my daemons laugh in your face. What I am is nothing compared to everything. And yet I'm everything compared to you. My tiniest breath will wind you. Don't fall away from me. I'm falling into the eyes of your predecessor. And she was wild. Don't cry for your queen she's happy without you. She wants nothing to do with your lost stallion. Give me peace.
so i have a feeling things will be gettin better!!!
Then a silence fell over the Cathedral, even the the hiss of the wailing wind could not be heard only felt ...
...Yet, she remained uninterrupted...
she danced...she felt the presence of hands that could not be seen...touching her...fondling her...
...yet she remained uninterrupted...not even the shattering of the mighty cathedral stain glass windows could break the silence...bloody reminants of footprints were left in her wake as she danced...the grinding noise could not be heard underneath her once pristine, and flawless feet...to some, the pain of something like so would be unbearable...yet, she remained uninterrupted...they tried to penetrate her, and rape her, drag her around and kick dirt in her face...they began to intrude her soul...mutilate her spirit...soon the the presence of the unseen hands began to grow furious...yet, she remained uninterrupted...
...she danced...and danced...
Soon her eyes fell upon a window; but not really a window, more of a pane of lichen-covered glass, tinted the murky brown-green telltale colour of a mossy fungus. She pressed her hands on the frame of the old window and struggled to get a view of the outside. Death warmed over, she thought, this is not where I deserve. She ran her fingers through what was left of her platinum blond hair; over her thin eyebrows; across her black eyelashes and down her black-stained cheeks. She ignored the feeling to cry more, and walked back to her blood red velvet chair in the middle of the chamber.
and she screamed so hard she thought she would break
because all SHE could do was take and take
until all the world could spin and break
and she cried silver lined tears for HER and the way she left
bleeding and angry like all the rest
and as the last breath escaped her lips, she was silenced forever...THEY were silenced forever...but each of them went to different places *cries*
sure, they'd cheated on each other, but over all their love defeated all battles they faced. you'd never meet two lovelier people. until the day her lover bled. right before she awoke, her lover had slit her wrists and slashed herself across her tummy near her navel. b/c she was terrified of what was to come and how their secret was sure to unveil if she hadn't slashed her belly and killed herself. dying inside and out, her last breathe consisted of, "it's all your fault." confused and deceived, she took the knife from her lover's hand and slit her own wrist whispering, "then i shall not live either."
She hated the fact that so many people despised her very name. Being alone and superior is no consolidation for what she had gone through and there was no going back to her normal life, for now she had tasted carnal temptation and sin. SHE took her to her unfixable life. SHE didn't even know the damage SHE had done. She is slowly dying...and forever thinking of HER because she will always be stupidly in love with HER no matter what SHE does to her.
And then she woke up and realized what she's done. She turned around and her breath was taken away by one look. She was drowning in love while the lady of her fantasies stared at her. She drops the knife and slowly, they became one.
lovely eyes
Her heart, now the cynical embodiment of Mary's perversion, wept in the depths of solitude it had created for itself, and she could no longer contain her grief has she gazed upon her fiery doom, its absurd and obscured intentions masked delicately and tastefully beneath Mary's rich and enchanting cloak. Mary guided her silently with an inhumane and yet indistiguishable force as she followed Mary into the obscene, twisted hallway that was her mind. The poisoned flowers blossomed and shrieked their sorrow as they fled by, a blur of multicoloured and intricate designs and colors. She no longer heard or saw- her eyes had been torn out and replaced with the sickly green jewels Mary had created to twist her nature into something truly gorgeous in the eyes of the hopeless and naive. Her poor shrivelled self crumpled into Mary's arms and Mary embraced her under the silver glowing moon, the only purity left unmarked by Mary's disembodied voice, the vulgarity that reached endlessly to touch the ears of those in their desperation.
Barbi ripped open Maureen's dress and she liked it!
And as the woman behind her cut off the rest of her hair, she thought to herself, 'I will never again be broken over him. He was the worst of me. And I was the best of him.' It was then that she glanced next to her. And saw what she hadn't seen before. That Anjela loved her.
excitingly
bitch, cunning, pessimist, sadist, wittiness.
nouns. all words that are true to me. i believe it to be a realist view of who i am in this damn anathematized world. life has turned me this way. many already have. someone once said that life is not perfect. how right they were.
velut luna
semper crescis
aut decrescis
like the moon ever waxing and waning
this is true about the world. the world is ever changing, ever moving, even being different from once before. this is what we are made of, the status quo of the ever-changing world. and nothing can modify the truth within that.
I think most of us are fond of getting places in a roundabout way than in a straight line.
The journey is always more fun than the arrival; the ritual is more exciting than the result.
Work your way around it, wending your way through the labyrinth of candles, each one a point of light, as in the Colonnade of Bernini.
And be careful, don't get lost in...
Now you see it, now you don't. Opening a door into what's obvious and locking it behind you.
Light and darkness.
The balance between two extremes: Sex and Death.
There's a waiting period while the mind draws the scene step by step --- just as, lying on the ground, are all the metal weapons that have transformed a mighty warrior into a voluptuous woman who can seduce even the foulest beasts. Ok, this makes no sense.... ~ Pauline
...you're the brightest star in the midnight sky, and the first tear falling from my eye... you will always be the most beautiful... i love you... forever... "hope that we die holding hands..." xxx (L)
she liked to break hearts. Ruining a person's life made her feel better about herself.
and the leaves turned to a mouldy brown, and the decay sets in with hungry adandon. skies that were once awash with the colors of life now sag in despair and smiles fade away to nothingness. the reds or roses are no longer, they wilt like all things and their once delicate petals twist and curl like old women in the last days of their lives.
this site is cool
i couldn't look into those eyes anymore it hurt too much
as she set strumming her fingers through her hair, she wondered what it would be like to kiss another woman, love another woman, be with another woman. She didnt want the scorn of her friends, nor did she want to change any relationships around her. No faith in men at all. I hate men, men suck she thought bitterly. All I want is to love and be loved. Be happy. People are so shady...you think someone is one way, but then they turn their backs on you. You think someone likes you, but then all the feelings vanish, leaving you looking at the empty shell of that person...you wonder if the world is really this fucked up. I thought we were really going to go away together...everything that came out of her mouth is and and was bullshit. Why cant I trust another human being with my life, my love, my heart, and my emotions. I can never believe any of the great things I hear becasue once I turn around, I find out they were all callous lies. Blah. Sick of it she thought. Just to find a decent girlie or man...it will never happen. I can never be fully into it with someone with the fear of being hurt, left, abandoned, made to look foolish. "I need a drink", and she gets up and walks out of the room.
i forced this love to mould eternal circles for you.
i forced my wound to heal spherical for you.
i forced the lying leaves to spin and swirl for you.
i softened corners of set eyes and replaced stars with moons.
then you cut jagged edges round my heart and tore them all in two.
and the snow blew across the hills and the slim tree branches and lit upon her eyelashes. Her blood was a striking contrast to the purity of the snow and I held her tightly. Her tears melted the snow and my warm breath went through her and kept her warm, until she fell asleep. She didn't dream, but felt the darkness rise and comfort her keeping her still. And I sobbed silently as the last breath left her body.
you are not burning the princess ok? the prince can go wake the fuck up.
Could it all be a lie?
and then the dragon burned the princess alive. the prince cried and cried until he formed a river and drowned in it.
...lying here, sipping scarlet wine. tracing secret paths through the shredded petals, ripped from exquisite red forms in violent hatred. licking strawberry glazed lips and tasting droplets of blood and her kiss. a sultry crimson haze of tenderness and such jagged beauty the heart almost bursts open, showering jewel-like beads... violet xxx
when did this become a random message board rather than a story? does purpleglitter need a guestbook? i thought there was one... yeah, there is one. so what's up with you people?!?!?!?!?!?
yeesh.
The secret to death is dying once you die the auruam will set you free.
It is I the gatekeeper of the west that drives you to the east.
Yes atreau wheaties is good meat, never go to the bog of never ending stench or you might get dipped in.
Did any one tell you that your hair is green, yes green.
I mean it is green are you growing grass on your head.
You are never told me you were a grass head.
Alright yes that martini is the breakfast of champions but no we can't go to fairy land.
Magister ludi where are the glassbeads so that we can play the glass bead game.
Check it out in aisle two there is the buddy jesus statue you know you have always wanted one it has the kungfu action grip, you know the one where you push his arm down and his penis pops out.
Sorry that was the catholic story.
Yeah buddy jesus really was a good guy.
You really need a resistor there I mean your flying dildo will not work with out it.
I don't believe the never ending story was ever about poetry, yeah read the book one day, maybe a day ago probably not though, the time compression phenomenon occurs when the world no longer exists to you.
Last but not least this is the story that never ends it just goes on and on my friends.
the management
SOILENT GREEN IS...PEOPLE!!!!!!!!
So one day I meditated and found I wasn't alone so I sit here still typing trying to convince myself I don't deserve company.
S h a n n o n I L o V e Y o U!!!
Peace be to the broken and the fixed
http://www.purpleglitter.com/love/
you will think this is funny. I never heard of you but I must have some kind of connection to you metaphyscially because a couploe of years ago I had a big operation for vulvar cancer and while recovering I started using TEATIME PRODUCTIONS as a name of a company which I was asking for information and free magazines, etc. The more I started free associating with it, the more fun it became. I play keyboards and mess around with writing music and so I adore the goddess SARASWATI, who is totally cool; goddess, as I'm sure you're aware of music and education. And so out of that I evolved another cup of Tea and now have an email address of Saraswateam@zipido.com which to the uninitiated sounds like a police action, but in actuality could become the nom de plume of an activist network. I read about you from the ladyfest posting on the Buy Olympia Web page, where I used to live when I went to Evergreen for a few years. I promise to read some of your writing and write you again. Ciao!
Why do I stay, use me abuse me again and again, yet I come back for more. I hate you so much, I can't stop loving you. How much longer can I stay living in this hell with this eternal pain. When will you see I might be everything to you, nothing at all.
images of the preceding night swirl about my head as I lean against the back of the freight elevator. Barely breathing, moving perfectly as if it were actually what it purported to be: the lie of a world of seperate things. In my vision the substances switch places, a woman's face taking on the texture and color of the vinyl stool covers by the bar, the walls and ceiling likewise transforming before my eyes into a parody of pulsing flesh. Animate and inamimate switch and I stand in walls of skin and sinew surrounded by plastic people. The bubble of vision pops of a sudden, and returned to the mundane I am confronted with something truly terrifying: That my so called reality is in fact incalculably more disgusting than any nightmare.
Cemetery Hunt on your Ritual Abuse, a victim of mind control looking for help, for a friend. We are the test subjects: CHANGE LOCATION! If they all died, where did their bodies go?
They thought of me as a savoiur of a kind, but I had no intention of stopping the carnage.
the girl in violet lifted the blade closer to her heart as she watched the girl in ebony trace her footsteps into the distance.
lost in the eyes of my obsession as it stared back at me with the eyes of a demon the realization making me hurt inside
of the obsession that could never be mine
chaim a la chaim
i didn't belong there
i froze away
when the moon melted day dreams
i seemed to stay.
but, this ice is too striking
this glare is too sharp
her eyes burn like frostbite
numbing my heart
in to this.
this empty asylum
this fractured limb
they run away from
here.
i remain within.
withering magic
can still help, although
it's no longer an illusion
but a sculpted shadow
of us.
she walked on the stage, and glanced at all the beaming faces directly on her. as she spun on the stage, she twirled, and hopped, and did everything possible that would amaze Treck, the boy of her dreams who was watching her from below.
i am not s o r r y
i don't . i don't. i do. admit. i wish i wish i will submit if only if always forever you knew that always i fall for impressions of you.
then she wrote the poem:
She cries black tears
Wishing it would all end
Wishing she would fade away
Into oblivion
Her heart is aching
ever so slowly breaking
she doesnt know what to do
she's waiting for someone
she's waiting for you
but you won't let yourself love her
you cant let yourself care
your afraid of loosing her completely
drowing in a love so deeply
that it scares you
she tries to rid herself of you
anyway she can
but you won't let her go
and so...
SHE CRIES HER BLACK TEARS
and then the feathers fell out of the sky, and the faces of the dirty bald men sang with joy, for the youth were corrupted and they could finally have their way with their tight little blueberry pie.
...and then i proceeded to move forward...
your sweat, like liquid opals, runs down the nape of your neck in the sweltering summer heat.
Time was always cruel to friends, loves, memories...and today was no exception. She stood in the doorway and smilled at the young girl who kneeled in the distance. What was her purpose? Her goal? She didn't know, but she was here again, and so was the girl. As she looked at the back of the kneeling beauty, she felt the petals of the cruel rose that was her heart begin to slowly fall and float to the groud. Her heart, like a rose, withered at the sight of that girl...no, things could never be like they were...
As I open my box of SECRETS, I want to play with you. Imagination, Creativity, Inspiration and other artistic-sounding words have nothing to do with it.
SECRETS--- yours and mine. Just as ancient alchemists used to chant over the gimoire of Hermes Trismegistus: "As It is above, so it is below; as it is below, so it is above. Together they are one." ~Pauline
Nothing burns.. I’m made of ice today, yet the crimson threads tangle. Tangled and dripping, they bleed glistening words. Threads of desire, threads of deceit. The prettiest jewels have the most jagged edges. The mirror slants, I watch for your eyes.... violetxxx
and there is something about clicking onward...
and i said"Dude where's my car?"
and he said "hey dude where's ur car?"
i said " hey dude, where's my car?"
and he said" hey dude where's ur car? hehe"
and i replied "dude its not funny, where's my car?"
Lost i dove deeply falling asking myself am i really going to die when i hit the hard cold ground or am I going to wake up.
yes i am jealous
but
is that really the truth?
jealous of a hunger
for a painful youth?
perhaps
but hidden
pains proliferate
no escape
is clear
so I'll wait
until jealousy
finally
disappears
with you.
did you really think there was a easier way out maybe not really maybe just this time or another i don't think maybe were all just trapped in one big dirty rat cage with no water bottle/
The walls painted black coated with zoloft little kids licking it falling among it tasting the brains falling out there heads.
they capture moments to despise me
again
laughing at me
to know I'm still unwise
i laugh at them
for
I've lain
here long enough to know
everything
but not wanted to
float in my knowledge
of nothing
tainted.
a shadow of the girl i fell in love with.
abused.
you used to be.
distant.
so perfect.
crying.
now you're poisoned.
bladed.
the petals fall.
fragile.
i won't collect them.
this is not me, I am tired of this, I am tired of being there for you, I am tired of loving you. You drain me, consume me, completely. I am selfish but I would feel all your pain for you. Yet still I am tired of you.
"Worthless" she called me, "Infantile and unloved" she gibed.
Yet in her eyes i swore there was love, or at least some form of obsessed lust. I eyed her feet, pink toes escaping the oiled leather. She wore a lot of leather for a vegetarian.
"Get on your knees" she hissed at me. Bound at the wrists as I was, I had little choice. Mouth slackly open, eyes stinging from the smell in her basement, I reacted little when she opened her vein and made me drink.
She laughed. Laughed like a maniac on a B grade movie. "I have AIDS" she said. "And now, you are dead".
Still, I musn't complain though, for nigh on 50yrs i've lived and loved in these here parts. i do like to dance of course and with april murray at that an' all. oh, if my wife knew she'd've have a sceamin fit. april murray who had the baby at 14 yr old and abortion at 17. aye, but she were a grand lass. too bloody honest i'd say , she was. she didn't hide things or dress them up the way others do. no not april, not her style y'see .
"i dont see why i should say i likes sumfink when i dont, and dont like it when i do".
yeh that's april alright.
oh not that she allways has such a high opinion of me, that i can tell thee.
oh aye! "you , yeh bastad , marryin lizbiff jus cause she be up the kite,
yet you'll still be coming over 'ere for a peice of me"
and for once i wasn't no ippocrit niever, i says to april " april love , that be true that be, i will that .be always trying for a peice of you i will".
however, now that i'm hrer in me own little flat , the wife bein dead now for oh, 2 years, i find ever more special things about april, she;ll never fail to suprise me.
i remember well when i met her. gawr , that's goin' back a bit.
i was 12 years old and just about to start secondary school , which was uncommon then for us commoners!
it was summer and well, i'd just been to a dance for the young 'uns, and there she was outside smoking a cigarette with a really tough bunch of girls.
teddy girls them was then . and i never said nothin , no just looked at her. and oh what a feeling. like oh let me think, like when i caught me first butterfly and didnt want to lose sight of it. never was too great with words.
then i went to school and she was there , that same april murray, with her shoort hair and long tight skirt white shirt, and lovely small pointy breasts and puffy nipples. well i hates to sound crude or anything but it's just that it's all part of what made me like her . and that free spirit of hers.
the following year me and big adam A ent a walking along the coast , south past the old castle on the cliff right next to the sea. what a beautiful night it were. sun redening the sky , the reflection on the water, quite warm for the time of the year.
me and adam settle down for a smoke, and we hears this gigglin noise and who should it be but april and two freinds who turned out to be sisters,one pretty one not so pretty.
well i says what the hell be you three doing' 'ere, and they turns out to be campin just around the rocks on the grass ," any smokes?" says one of aprils freinds and tryin to sound all mature the way some young boys do i says " yas , of course".
well they took us round to the tent, and adam by the was being really shy as he was bullied a lot at school, even though he was much bigger and broader than all the others our age,and he had a beard long frizzy hair, he ran away from fights and everyone thought he was gay but he wasn't.
he was just shy and had something called eh, what was it now,,,,
ah yes, some kind of thyroid condition.
i cant remember how but adam ended up outside the tent and i ended up inside the tent and the girls were gettin a bit cheeky and confident, and suggested that i kissed them, well i did, and the older one of the two sisters took a dis-like to me, and april and the other sister to annoy her both starts to kiss me, eventually , and i cant remember why, april stopped kissing and let the other girl take over.
ah , it were heaven .kissing april murray and that little angel all at the same time, and it got quite steamy with the little angel when april rolled over to the side.
it wasnt till years later i asks her why she didnt sleep with me that night that she told me that she wanted to watch and "feel" what it was like, and i couldnt understand that at the time when she told me, but i think i understand now even though, as april would say i only understand in a manly sort of way. well i cant help that.
well i,m off to see to the new lambs i am , cant stand around gabbin all day. bye now! and the story goes on.
there is a world where the beauty is painful...
i don't know how to reach it though...
fragile is a border, made of melting crystal snow...
and the world rushes on...
though knowing the truth, the shadowy darkness and my utter shock would only allow me to see an exotic red flower in her hair rather than the exit wound
beautiful corpse
"they paid homage to a king whose dreams are buried in their minds, his tears are frozen stiff, icicles drip from his eyes.
what did i desert you for? for an existence of pain and hollow dreams... that's what... you made me happy, something that i haven't been for a while... not really... i'm sorry that i shut you out... because i did, so in awe of a brilliance that blinded me, burned me.. and i miss talking in your room.. your garden... i miss the dancing.. and i'm so far away... i dont know if its ever possible to go back to how things were.. but.. trust me.. i was happier with you.... years ago.. but maybe thats just the happiness of childhood.. i don't know.. i just wish that i could still talk to you.. like before... maybe i'd tell you everything.. i wish things were different...xxxx
scratching my head, trying to make sense of this. but it doesn't...not ever...and I don't think it will. god, i need a cigarette.
I box myself in,
again, a crushed manikin
of you.
I am your image, reflection,
my box as my protection
from your mirror
all those bitter shards of mirror
that you crush
with me.
boundless
maybe
without
the boxes
constricting my hate
of your ignorance.
#2*
Beyond the crimson haze lies the realm of purity, of tender skin, and tears of beauty. But the blades glitter... Flawless stretches of cool silver, so smooth and perfect. Razored tips glinting, tempting the angels with a seductive brightness, until they long for a sweet violation... And all I can see are the blood droplets adorning her lips, a deep red, the colour of intensity, and desire, and I want to taste the blood... pressing my lips to hers... tasting the blood... And strawberry... soft strawberry and the world is spinning.. the stinging cuts… kissing her… violetxxx
He stood out in the crowd, what with his chisled, scarred face and his tired, worn hands, as well as the shirt. The shirt that said: I'm with stupid
sip... another sip.. comfortingly deadly...drain, drain the bottle... a pleasure/poison medly
draw the blade across my skin, strawberry gashes, strawberry kisses...
she felt the wisp of quick zephyr, she looked alarmingly over her shoulder, what was that creaking noise she kept hearing
what is the point in all this?
please fade...
because i am moving away slowly
and i won't come back
games
sometimes a stranger says with one word, what you've been thinking all your life...
to her, the girl was like a bath not taken, a world unexplored. she wanted to feel her inside her so much but she couldn't have her for the curse put upon after her father stole a kiss from her. a curse that when touched by other skin, human skin, she would forever suffer an unspeakable death.
It'd be so cool to be friends with a lobster! Don't you remember that egg with feet from Garfield?
the delicious crimson light bleeds from the portal, staining the purity of the colourless sky... i must bind the light... slivers pierce my heart... my bleeding heart.. the air is heavy, laced with the impossibility of idealized love.. the open portal draws me close, but the intensity of light makes me shiver... blood-red rays caress my skin, bathing me in tainted purity, jagged celestial obsession... violetxxx *dramatic mood*...
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes...
when alone, I drown myself within myself. I miss the sanity others give me and the answers. the practiced answers. I vow to never speak a practiced word, a word I don't mean. But I fear that I would then never speak at all. perhaps my silence would give me greater sanity? no... I'd just drown more.
and then my mom called me and I woke up, my face in a bowl of tapioca
sweet cherry lips, hallucinating, stereotyping, for good. toxic. better than you
kiss her breasts
she was pretty
I'll cry with you, I'll dream with you, the melody twists in tune with you, I'm scared of you, that I'm in love with you, as if I could love someone as beautiful as you... so untrue.. disbeleive me, I'm fearful of your thoughts, that they might constrict mine, they are the same as mine, don't stay, I'll only cause you pain in time, and I'm sorry for loving you secret lies, sorry for turning my back....*cries*
"I am colour blind.... coffee black and egg white..."
She lies on her side amid the folds of darkest, softest silk; my seraphic muse. She is sleeping amidst scattered roses of night, bloodstained thorns, shards of mirror. Strawberry gashes adorn her ivory skin, droplets of crimson fall. But her eyes are closed to this world, she never wakes... Infinite and blinding beauty. But before long our sweet wrists would catch upon the glittering shards of mirror. We would bleed to death… Will she ever wake, my sleeping beauty? ...no.. does she even really exist??
at first I saw only the patterns of the sky; ivory clouds drifting past in cold serenity. Stretches of soft grey against pale shades that somehow cast an aura of sadness. An almost colourless sky, an oblivion awaiting bleeding hearts, trails of glitter….
Until darkness fell across my ethereal window I watched ghostwhite shapes merging with such slow purity that my eyes burned with a desire for intensity [the colour of blood].
I reached towards the starless sky - imagining I would touch the silken ebony shroud - and my hands glowed against the beauty of night. Surreal 4am beauty. I spun my wrists around each other and danced before the invisible stars, delicately seductive.
I read the book over, over, over and still the words meant the same...
her tounge is a midas, but a midas of fire, everything it touches is set ablaze with want.
i am your silver path... follow follow...
.touch the ivory border. softly. exquisite ice patterns. so fragile. cold. opaque. touch it. watch it melt beneath your fingertips. caress it. form a heart-shaped window......now tell me what you see. violetxxx
She burped and danced gingerly.
and banged your mom like a salvation army drum
your fingers run like elfin rain, drunken across my spine
feverish; not just now but always. tie your hands around my face, hold on tightly just in case I forget you're there and let you fall... p
and she froze but did not shriek as she felt the long fingers grope and scratch her ass hard, she liked it so much
Not long ago, but far away, a rainy winter's day. All her pain, she kept inside. Could no longer hide. No cry for help, she killed herself. Both life and love, could not be saved. She took them both, to the grave. A pair of souls, come undone. Where were two, now one. Divided by, this wall of death, I will join you yet. With my blood, I'll find your love. You found the strength, to end your life. And as you did, so shall I. Oh No! Please don't go! It's like a death, a death, a death in the family. (courtesy of our lord, Petrus T. Steele, quoted by Jessie)
today
the page was torn and the harsh april rain fell amidst the pure, unread words, coalescing with the stolen tears that also fell; helplessly trying to splinter the painful words she knew she'd have to read.. "so I locked myself within you, but you still discarded me and my love for you, though tainted and twisted was all that was offered to you, thrown at you even so you could have taken it, at least tried it, were you not even tempted? I'm sorry for loving you, for wanting you, I'm sorry for needing to know you and kiss you, I'm sorry for wishing and dreaming but that's all I wanted from you a wish and a dream but you somehow managed to break into my sleep and kill the dream. I've had my wish, I wasted it on you remember? You are that empty emotion...."
yay! Hooray! Lezz be gay! Bow to Angelina, Bow to Drew, Bow to Rose, and Rebecca too. Don't be a dud with a stick in the mud. Stand up and fight with all your might and we will win this afternoon! Woo!
I wish I had a real excuse to cry, no more selfish tears or stolen fears, just pure despair. But if I'm truthful, I have nothing to cry about, and that is the very thing that makes me cry; the fact that I do not know why I waste my tear drops on empty emotions...
in the beginning, there was calm. calm sky, calm dust. however, by the end, even the dust had attitude. such was the effect she had.
She was so happy, and just in her dream world. She acted as if she was a Princess. And so loyal.
words like flame, like breath, daggered phrases blasted staccato pointedly from my fingers through the keys, through space, to rest unread in this endless string of song, of prose, of dreams.
catalyst? everyone loves one, especially Depression. she lives for a good catalyst to make her strong. to make me weak.
The translucent glass sphere shatters in my hands, cracks spreading like rapid growing tree roots, I am left with the delicate shards.
the sky melted and the sea churned...her body floating helplessly against nature's rage.
the moon looked at her with lust in its frost heart, waiting, pulling her with its tidal siren song. the sun drew its fiery breath along her neck like a lover's fevered touch. she hung in the balance, suspended on indecision, paused, poised....will she ever wake up? friday, february 15, 2002 11:27 pm
i didn't know a kiss like that could also brickwall me into my defenses. flying blindly, i tripped over her delight and into her cursed web of sweetness. shivering and not at all at ease, i slipped into her warm wishing well eyes and kissed free will goodnight. friday, february 15, 2002 8:11 pm
dark flowers bloom/
rose petals wither/
the gifted bleed/
the fallen shiver. Violetxxx friday, february 15, 2002 5:13 am
And they just kept running and running so the beast would not catch up friday, february 15, 2002 12:09 am
The girl glanced around the room with terror. The darkness hid the exit from view. She felt around the walls, looking for an escape route, but her hands soon felt something wet. She yelped with surprise as she smelled the scent of blood coming from her dampened hand... thursday, february 14, 2002 11:12 pm
I threw my soul into the air that hung between us/ watching her catch it gently, breathing thoughts I could never have imagined over it, ethereal trails of dreams mixed with the nightmares of her word.........she said no......... wednesday, february 13, 2002 11:27 am
To really see what is happening, open not your eyes, but your mind. wednesday, february 13, 2002 9:54 am
and then they woke up and it was all a dream wednesday, february 13, 2002 8:46 am
her eyes shone clearer than any star tuesday, february 12, 2002 11:35 am
She stood at the waterfall, naked, water dripping from her gorgeous body. She ran her fingers through her short hair, and then ran them down her soft body. Her nipples stood with delight under her fingers. She waited, waited for her lover to come. She then saw a rainbow develop over the horizon, full, bright with colors. Her lover then appeared thorugh the rainbow, full and naked, with long blonde hair. Naked as well, she went towards her, and reached out her arms. They embraced, two lovers, two women, surrounded with sapphic love. monday, february 11, 2002 10:51 pm
and once again they lay together, just for a moment, a small eternity in which they could feel complete trust and compassion, complete assurance that they felt as one, then the morning sun melted away the stars and they drew apart, distanced, gone. friday, february 8, 2002 1:03 pm
Shattered and broken thursday, february 7, 2002 4:23 pm
Catherine thursday, february 7, 2002 2:50 pm
i wish i wasn't so distant... in the desolate shade of ebony stars/i close my eyes; i count my scars/in blade-laced stare at stained reflection/i taste the hurt of imperfection... i am so imperfect... so very imperfect... an isolated jewel... my purpose is to be observed from a distance and admired.. wednesday, february 6, 2002 1:52 pm
screaming into nothing. wednesday, february 6, 2002 6:34 am
Love at first sight. Like a cat, you made your way to me, slowly and seductively caressing yourself against me. You make me purr, enveloped in your soft velour velvety skin. Tender paws concealing brutal nails that will hurt me if so desired. Pleasure concealing pain. Streaks of blood running down my arm, my back and part of my thigh. Face covered with kisses, hot saliva from your erotic tongue, and tears that leave paths of sadness behind. Your stare is burning my skin.
*Shirin*
monday, february 4, 2002 11:36 pm
ebony roses dripping with blood and tears/ pain falling into the darkness, into forever......... monday, february 4, 2002 2:57 pm
time eases with each breath monday, february 4, 2002 1:05 pm
the tears pour from thy eyes as i turned away without an goodbye. the pain tore at my heart ,that our love will never be fullfilled as it should. monday, february 4, 2002 6:36 am
She was like Venus stepping out of her seashell in the painting of Botticcelli. Absolutely breath-taking! monday, february 4, 2002 2:48 am
i love you let me go down on you.. sunday, february 3, 2002 5:47 pm
it could be worse...somehow... sunday, february 3, 2002 10:37 am
i hate the pastel souls.. it's an anger fused with pity, for they can never taste the intensity...
saturday, february 2, 2002 6:14 am
sitting...doing nothing... friday, february 1, 2002 5:41 am
So I just stood there, not crying, not cracking, just still, like a frame, like a poster girl of loss. The ache within me deepened. I spun on a dime and crawled my way home. thursday, january 31, 2002 7:48 pm
A lonely lady searching for that one love she never found is at last finding what she has been looking for. It was better than she ever possibly imagined. thursday, january 31, 2002 6:43 pm
This was more than she could stand, her chest ready to burst open and reveal everything she tried so hard to shield the world from. She pulled at her hair, hit herself, screamed and cried, but all in vain. thursday, january 31, 2002 5:21 pm
the heart patters with every breath that is taken. oh, why is life this way! the moments of bliss passing by so quickly. thursday, january 31, 2002 1:27 pm
so when she says she is going to be cool with me going out with my friends, she wants me to have fun, get trashed, party with my friends. and then if i am hesitant, she gets upset because she says i don't go out enough, and says we're always together. so then i decide to go out and then she's pissed because she didn't want to have to come pick me up because i was loaded. thursday, january 31, 2002 10:31 am
> this is my love for you gone comic
thursday, january 31, 2002 9:27 am
i love to be hated by you i won't tell you for fear that you'll stop, you know i liked it best on top.
thursday, january 31, 2002 9:27 am
I am invisible/ fading into the background...falling, turning/ disappearing into the depths of something {not life, just existence} struggling to compete/ failing. Angels scald my face, falling from my eyes, twirling/turning...dying...I want to join the stars...Angelica xx wednesday, january 30, 2002 10:53 am
if pain was embodied;
Her spectral hands - pale fingertips threading through my long hair, clasping strands and pulling my head backward - a sharp intake of breath. those sugared fingertips retreat, brushing my lips, tenderly, stroking my neck, tracing hearts across my waist [I'm held in rapture] until finally they disappear into the shade. [my skin burns] her eyes bleed, yet my back is turned; she is dying - flushed cheeks, shining eyes, her warm breath scolds the back of my neck, her fingertips leave dull carmine burns - streaks, smudges, shapes [alluring agony]. She tastes delicious - a strawberry sting - her tongue flickers. licks...like a flame. a crimson flame...her fingernails drawing dark blood in streams as she scratches my beating heart. and tastes the ruby liquid.[vivid addiction, complete transfixion] I inhale, drinking in the scarlet glow, her scarlet aura, sparkling like sherbet...and fall backwards onto her bed of red rose petals and bloodstained thorns. the thorns tangle in my hair and the petals stick to my skin...she covers me...i cannot breathe. the heat melts the fragile ice resistance and I surrender to her once more...she is in my veins.
.tomorrow the bruises will show.
violetxxx
wednesday, january 30, 2002 10:01 am
death/love...which is more painful? If you lose your life you will never know, but if you lose love it will hurt for eternity... tuesday, january 29, 2002 3:08 pm
...and then the ship was soaked in kerosene and the menacing hand lit the match and watched as the ship became a towering column of flame and drifted down into the depths of the deep sea... tuesday, january 29, 2002 1:39 pm
Blanketed in stars I wait for you/ pain echoing into the distance as I fade into the ebony satin of eternity... tuesday, january 29, 2002 11:08 am
and the pain pulsed like the blooming light emitting from an angel's wings, all preternatural and ethereal... her eyes were hazel, her hair flaxen and curly... her skin was the perfect smoothness, unbroken and soft to touch and it ached for one to caress it's velvety softness... a newborn butterfly, was my love and she wasn't meant to be mine. monday, january 28, 2002 1:13 pm
pain slamming into my heart/ sealing it in ice {too deep to melt} and hiding me from life and love. I am falling into the raven night, slipping away from everything I know {but I have already lost it} satin wind screaming through me, scattering my dreams and grinding my hopes into an invisible dust, whirling and turning through the air/ ethereal trails bloom and fade in the ebony sky, turning it crimson for a moment {the colour of blood, fragile and poisoned} then returning without warning. I scream in undying emotion that courses through me like stars. Spilling my roses and life on the floor in a path of velvet softness, I follow it, supported by angels who carry me upwards, away from the pain, the hurt... and my muse. monday, january 28, 2002 10:57 am
And though I burn for you, you cannot see me/ I am a whisper you cannot hear/ a celestial light burning {but hidden}...you have hurt me more than life, love... anything and everything/ but I forgive you and I will wait in the shadows where my tears are hidden and you cannot see the scars. Wait for you... monday, january 28, 2002 10:48 am
till the break of dawn monday, january 28, 2002 7:38 am
love it sunday, january 27, 2002 10:26 pm
Cascades of white petals fall, casting an ivory glow merged with sapphire's cold touch - a rare and unstained purity, it burns my eyes. Ice crystals bloom, breathtakingly beautiful, splintered by the careless footfall of mortal souls.
I watched the bright flame - how it twisted for me - almost as if it stole a sliver of my intensity with each mesmerising flicker, until my love began to freeze. A layer of glittering frost formed - unbroken - around my heart.
Sweet distant voices distort, smothered by a snowstorm. Fingertips caress the ice yet the skin burns just the same. The snow crystals are more beautiful than any smile could be - cold and beautiful and emotionless. Silence is more beautiful than any song could be - cold and beautiful and emotionless.
Frozen petals gather in swirls, merging and melting into each other, forming delicate creatures. Countless snow angels narrow their pale azure eyes and gaze out from under frost-blue eyelashes. Delicate beauty somehow enhanced by their distant and icy stares. Soft shimmering of silken silver dresses edged with lace, hair falling in pale ivory streams across slender arms.
The angels encircle and draw closer, fascinated by the warmth of my aura - so different from every frozen entity in their icy realm. The most beautiful angel has poison in her eyes as she presses cold fingertips against my blue veins, envisioning warm crimson rivers. My heartbeat echoes in the air. Droplets of blood rest upon my lips, and she tastes them with her tongue, before pressing her lips to mine and wrapping her pale arms around me.
The heat intoxicates her, and turns her frozen soul mortal. When my eyes open, I see her skin is not ice white but pink and glowing, and her eyes are wide and of a deeper, more intense sapphire. We smile.
Fragile wrists glide over the jagged transparency of glassy slivers, as the other angels try in vain to draw scarlet blood. They scratch each other, but the warmth of my angel and I melts their clawing hands, and shrieking they flee, dissolving once more into the snowstorm... violet (cold)xxx sunday, january 27, 2002 1:49 pm
I lovethis sunday, january 27, 2002 1:49 pm
lying to me..... sunday, january 27, 2002 1:30 pm
I turned, wishing things could be as they should.....instead, angels flew and caressed her face, whispering across it {with a touch of silk}, and I remained as ever, a celestial vision/ hidden from view...... afraid and alone. sunday, january 27, 2002 11:10 am
I turned, wishing things could be as they should.... instead the angels flew and caressed her face, whispering across her skin in ethereal beauty..... I remained as ever, a celestial vision.....invisible and alone. sunday, january 27, 2002 11:08 am
andshetoldmetoleave.
With her hands wrapped in barbed wire she caresses the velvet purity she once deserted. Never again innocent. The trap door is closed. She will never slide down to those unfathomable depths - our black holes of despair...bottomless. If only she knew... saturday, january 26, 2002 8:39 am
and then there was nothing, like a rush beneath silence...born again friday, january 25, 2002 9:12 pm
freedom runs through my veins like ice... friday, january 25, 2002 11:28 am
severed veins.. thursday, january 24, 2002 12:33 am
I cried as she turned away, knowing that I was what she needed, not that girl who didn't look beyond her eyes...to see that beauty and not hold it or feel the intensity returned made me doubt ny existence as beyond her I could see nothing..... wednesday, january 23, 2002 10:19 am
And I hate her. I hate her because I loved her and now I don't - so I just hate her. I hate her because she won't acknowledge my existence. And I hate her because she's the one who hurt me and now she's doing it again. I wonder if it's something I did. I told her yesterday, the *other* one that if she wanted her she could have her. Because I hate hernow, more than ever before. But everyday reminds me of her, I loved her, do you understand? I really did love herand all that's left is hate. *That* is what's wrong with this world. tuesday, january 22, 2002 8:38 pm
I can feel the sexual power I have over you. When I open my mouth to speak I know the words I say make you tremble at the knees. Your girlishness turns all my female senses on. But I KNOW how badly you want to fuck me. Even though I don't want you. I enjoy the INTENSE POWER I receive from making you so hot you can't hardly move. But then I could open my mouth and I tell you "I want you now, take me all the way". But that ruins the game doesn't it? tuesday, january 22, 2002 8:16 pm
I looked all around me, lost, confused and hopeless...I could feel my young senses shatter to pieces - I was a slave to agony! And suddenly she appeared...like a perfect angel coming to save me and guide me forever.....I fell in love with her at first sight, instantly, not caring what anybody thought. Then I discovered the love only a woman could offer and I was truly happy in years. tuesday, january 22, 2002 8:10 pm
while i was flying on my spirit wings, i think i saw you walking over the iced fog hills, and the wind carried me towards you and i called your name. did you hear? because on my spirit wings even you cannot hide from me.
~black rose~ tuesday, january 22, 2002 2:48 pm
.. and a bead of blood appeared on her cool white skin...... tuesday, january 22, 2002 9:56 am
I think that when she looks at me I'm going to cry, because she's so close but out of reach... tuesday, january 22, 2002 9:42 am
mmmmm tuesday, january 22, 2002 7:08 am
grace tuesday, january 22, 2002 4:26 am
and then i fucked her brains out with cottoncandy on a stick monday, january 21, 2002 3:45 pm
Opening my veins to release the broken dreams and the pain....I feel nothing but love for him... monday, january 21, 2002 2:57 pm
"Silence fills me... consuming my soul and tearing at my heart with every breath she takes without me. But although I love her she cannot be mine/ she loves her and i see it every day/ with angels screaming in my mind and clawing at my memories [shredding their fragile secrets like silk] She has the most intense eyes that break away the shell i am trapped in/ her satin skin whispers across mine like dawn breaking through a cold night. i weep at the intensity as her eyes caress the curves of my face/ breaking my heart into a shattered memory of the stone it was [never again]. My life has changed irrevocably." monday, january 21, 2002 10:32 am
influences me... inspires me... yet she never talks to me, recognises me.. to immersed in her own thought though I hear and listen closely to her every butterfly breath.. obsessed... #2* sunday, january 20, 2002 3:57 pm
I have two new friends who understand me to the core/ Lucy/ Grace/ thankyou for this amazing gift of friendship you have given me, without which I would be in the company of the stars.... Angela sunday, january 20, 2002 2:36 pm
She stared at me/ her hands weaving magic through my hair as angels sung and my life pooled in her eyes. The wind screamed over the cliff top carrying the whispers of hidden depths with it [never to be returned though i may dream of it] as perfect love slit through my heart, opening it [releasing my dreams]. A soft intensity i could only hint at to her made tears spill from my eyes, tracking down my face through passages of time. In an instant my soul was filled and united with hers. Trusting each other we brought the glinting blades forward in practised union/ our rivers in harmony/ showering the grass with pain as we held each other [a bond so beautiful it made me cry] as we lept into the trusting infinity stretched before us. We never hit the ground but fell deeper into each other..... sunday, january 20, 2002 2:31 pm
"Alone at last, we curled together on the bed in the dark. The fire alarm screamed its drunken vibrato as I stroked her thighs, slowly, my fingertips lightly grazing her skin from knees to hips and back again, following the rhythmic wail of the alarm. She bent closer to me, soft breasts crushed against me. We curled together beneath the blankets, our hands entwining, her fingers moving in and out of my cupped palms. I twirled her hair between my fingers, kissing the ends, longing to drown beneath its waves. Her hair was cool against my skin. The back of her neck smelled of autumn leaves..." (from Snow Angels, by Lake Rain Vajra) *sighs..* i love snow angels.... friday, january 18, 2002 7:51 pm
I'll walk this life, this death in pure wonderment of the love we have. friday, january 18, 2002 7:28 pm
I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like. It has a basket, a bell that rings, and things to make it look good. I'd give it to your if I could, but I borrowed it. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world, I'll give you anything, everything if you want things. Cheers SB
friday, january 18, 2002 3:16 pm
Your antagonistic smile;
Intensifies your painful eyes.
Desperate shadows of your gaze,
I sometimes recognise..
Obscuring all my tainted anger,
Dispersing all that I despise.
Breaking the code,
Your cynical curse.
An underlying meaning
To all your violent words.
The evasive truth,
You trailed through bitter hate.
Those disregarded facts.
You just forgot,
Failed to state.
Disillusioned by your fear.
Shameful.
On which your hatred’s fuelled.
My unrequited love,
Your undisputed rules.
friday, january 18, 2002 12:16 am
she's gonna crash and burn. all cause of sarah, only sarah. she's obsessed. she needs to see sarah, she's addicted to sarah. does sarah feel the same way? will sarah shun her for her feelings, or will sarah welcome them? she needs sarah, before she disappears. thursday, january 17, 2002 7:47 pm
addiction... to the purple and the pain and the beauty, that runs like graces through the veins...... thursday, january 17, 2002 4:16 pm
The late summer breeze, sultry and deep, warms us as we sit together in the shadows of the forest. Through openings in dark leaves the golden glow is dimming, yet bathes the ground in pools of soft light. Outstretching her arms she immerses her wrists in a glowing waterfall, and my gaze caresses her with infinite obsession. Although she does not mirror my intense and dreamlike love for her, there is a cord that runs from her heart to mine…
So sleepy from the lull of silence all around us, I lie back onto the dark velvet drapes, studying glimpses of a misted sapphire ceiling as yet unembroidered with glittering stars, and with her pale arms around me, my eyes begin to close.
I awake - a darkened sky, stained by midnight’s kiss, a thousand stars to smile upon. She is sleeping, I lie still in her arms whilst she dreams. I imagine our faded ghost-like figures dancing beneath the bright moon, a celestial light. A carpet of ebony rose petals and blood-stained thorns. Glass raindroplets fall, shatter, and embed within her dark curls - silver slivers lacerating my fingertips. She draws closer, lifting her wrists to unveil fresh scars and dark violet bruises, the shadows around her eyes. Her black satin dress is torn, gashes in the skirt and a long slit along the left side of her waist, exposing the rich purple lining and her soft pale skin. Taking her hand I guide her into the shade, and I feed her black cherries, dark chocolate hearts… violetxxx
thursday, january 17, 2002 3:04 pm
i have been crying, fragments of this bitter mirror burn my painful eyes thursday, january 17, 2002 12:38 am
especially to hole wednesday, january 16, 2002 5:00 pm
yes.. violet likes to pole dance... wednesday, january 16, 2002 4:59 pm
frustration wednesday, january 16, 2002 4:39 pm
I opened her heart to view a black light that shone through me and lit the entire room. her lips barely moved and I heard her sigh, "to love".
and suddenly from her back burst ebony ethereal wings and the light enveloped us both and she disappeared. I was left with a single inky feather, to remember her by.
~black rose~ wednesday, january 16, 2002 3:58 pm
violet is a pretty pole dancer.... wednesday, january 16, 2002 2:37 pm
and it being finally night, they unpacked their ratty purple suitcase, brushed all the knotts out of their dyed black hair, applied black lipstick to kissey faces in the mirror, then ran out the door ready to face the night. wednesday, january 16, 2002 12:01 am
and... I held my hands like lucy... the magical hands...transparent wrists.. wednesday, january 16, 2002 8:19 am
and all she had was a black hole for a heart
and the pain that breathed through her like wind in the trees tuesday, january 15, 2002 8:08 pm
when you were born, the angels breathed into you life and spirit stronger than any other. you were meant to accomplish great things, because you have wings on your feet. the angels gave you that, and a blessing that shines like a silver kiss on your forehead. do you hear the song of the wind?
tuesday, january 15, 2002 7:36 pm
...I saw you looking at her... and I knew.. you were her tuesday, january 15, 2002 12:23 am
…or I’ll lie here forever on my checkerboard floor…
Her dreams glowed brightly in my drowning eyes,
Sharp,
Like daggers slicing through this shadowy interlude of the sky…
Still afraid to submit to her
Silent requests
Still just winking at her sweetness
Still not her magic closing both eyes..
Listening to her magic
In an enigmatic eclipse
Still I drift…
She should take these thoughts
"Take everything"
strip me of my purpose..
my mirrored mind
let me fall..
please.
Or I’ll lie here forever on my checkerboard floor.
pip xxxxxxxx monday, january 14, 2002 2:43 pm
today smells of sweet blackcurrant tea.. monday, january 14, 2002 10:29 am
Inside, where its warm, wrap myself in you ...ouside, where i'm torn, fight myself in two.
sunday, january 13, 2002 9:10 pm
stormy
sunday, january 13, 2002 9:00 pm
...pippa writes beautiful words...sometimes its like dipping my hands into pools of glass shards "silver slivers from our magic mirrors", lifting a handful, allowing entities to slip through my fingers with a sweet sting...gazing into them...thoughts of beauty and pain reflecting back at me... angelica/violet xxx sunday, january 13, 2002 2:38 pm
and the sky was all violet... sunday, january 13, 2002 10:47 am
I never ended my story...impossibilities...opportunities..raging in the scarlet sky... too many, too little words to tell the way it happened that night... opportunities...impossibilities....I never ended my story.. *sigh* sunday, january 13, 2002 10:46 am
and the sky was made of amythest... sunday, january 13, 2002 6:51 am
my once velvet lips crack saturday, january 12, 2002 9:42 am
my once velvet lips crack saturday, january 12, 2002 9:42 am
*sigh* saturday, january 12, 2002 6:09 am
he was standing in the doorway and looking out of the window, to the sea friday, january 11, 2002 9:54 pm
skin, skin, skin friday, january 11, 2002 6:08 pm
she is so innocent somehow… she rests upon a soft satin duvet, her hands glide over the ebony folds, tracing swirls with exquisite talons of midnight – mirroring her thoughts as they circle and fold – trapped within her mind. She wears the clouded midnight sky upon her form, she wears a dusky shadow of pain. Through the darkness that surrounds her eyes (cerulean spheres glowing luminous... cobalt flashes of pale lightning) her eyelashes flutter upwards and she gazes upon the gathering of glow in the dark stars…. and faded images – painful memories – appear to fill the air.. so real… she extends a pale arm to shatter them… her veiled mirrors draped in black silk, shrouding her pale glowing eyes… her voice is low and shaded as she whispers…. {And I am not here} not here to watch her tears fall like winter raindrops, they freeze in flight and shatter on the cold floor...her heart beat…..… angelicaxxx friday, january 11, 2002 2:36 pm
and I will pluck out your ebony ice eyes so I can see through your soul and dream as you dream. kiss me and kill me with your breathless words.... pipxx friday, january 11, 2002 12:33 am
i don't trust myself not to let myself drown... i shake, though this time I'm immune to cold...just flood the wounds with helpless tears...ruthless....that intoxicate my melted frozen fears...the ice patterns that illustrate my soul...and freshen the scars I so perfectly hid.. and she continues to strangle me so I tug on her black tear locket.. that drips effortlessly from her neck but it does not snap... I knew it wouldn't... #2* thursday, january 10, 2002 1:30 pm
hmm... today I fell in love with a girl I didn't know. wednesday, january 9, 2002 12:59 am
Oops! I did it again!! wednesday, january 9, 2002 9:27 am
There was once an arrogant and conceited girl who thought she was perfect in her looks and all that she does. Everyday she would look into the mirror and say to herself ' Oh, I'm so beautiful I don't think that any beautiful women can be compared to me!'
Just then there was a knock on her door. She went to open the door, but there was no one. Strange as it seems, but the arrogant woan was surprise to find a note on the floor. On the note it reads " one that cannot understand the true meaning of beauty" wednesday, january 9, 2002 9:23 am
sleeping beauty, dreaming on a bed of ebony roses, i shred the petals into charcoal stardust. perfumed poisoned wine dripping from a chalice. let me sleep in your arms and never wake up. wednesday, january 9, 2002 3:02 am
the art galleries of paris and their visitors - soft dark coats and mulled wine curls flowing.. tuesday, january 8, 2002 5:50 am
And her feet dangled over the side of the cliff, bare toes brushing rough dirt. A cool breeze stirred her hair and the stars glittered in her dark eyes.
"You don't want to do this."
"Yes I do."
"Why?"
"Because the world isn't ready for me yet." monday, january 7, 2002 5:43 pm
tears of wine
fall from her wrists
scarlet/sacred words
from her soft pink lips
angelicaxxx monday, january 7, 2002 3:46 pm
sing for me and I'll surrender to you and you're contradictive dreams... monday, january 7, 2002 3:33 pm
and one day... i went to button moon....and saw mr spoon and mrs spoon monday, january 7, 2002 3:44 am
glass fragments, from a shattered ice angel monday, january 7, 2002 2:40 am
turning point sunday, january 6, 2002 3:17 pm
so smile and forgive yourself sunday, january 6, 2002 6:57 am
..and still I continue to drag myself along, through the scorning scarlet flames "beware" they scream but as always I betray them and blindly stumble on "you think she ignores what she is blind to?" no she knows, I know that I lie, that I smile through dishonesty...to reap the now distant illusions I was promised...they promised me...all of them...and of course, I believed them...and now, even when I can see beyond the lies, deceit.. I still find myself trusting them.. because that's easiest isn't it? easier than challenging, easier than peace of mind...so much easier to be blind... #2* sunday, january 6, 2002 5:23 am
hell there saturday, january 5, 2002 6:46 pm
soft pink lips curving upwards into a beautiful smile.. her voice is low and shaded.. the pain in her blue eyes momentarily eclipsed by a different glow.. and she smiles at me again... and i smile too... longing to kiss her lips, feel her form crushed against me... but i look away, directing my gaze, my thoughts, at the smooth ice pools on the cold pavement.. my veins slowly freeze... yet her touch could dispel the blackness of sweet ebony's shadow.... obliterate the fragile ivory border of icy torment.... make me forget.. forget what i cannot possess... and her eyes would cast pale light to guide me beyond ebony's inky shadow.. a shadow in which i am dying.. gently... drowning in golden half-light.... her eyes seem to swim with color - changing and merging waterfalls.... liquid gold droplets fall across my skin.. burning... searing... ebony's agonizing aura.... i must fight.. the eyes... they change... in dreams they flit between golden and water.... oh the pain of waking... love's twisted form echoing in swirls that dance in the air... i watch ebony's shadow merge with mine, flickering by candlelight.. dark stars trapped in a maze of clock chimes and crimson hearts... and i love her too much to save myself.. it hurts to look at stars so bright ... and my eyes flick up.. ebony's shadow is dimmed by cerulean shimmer... water stares into me.. she asks me why my eyes look poetic.. and the darkness surrounds us.... "stars hide your fires..."... and i watch her melt away... if only she would stay... saturday, january 5, 2002 4:48 pm
"..... i will taste her blood... her tears... memorize her heartbeat... saturday, january 5, 2002 4:46 pm
as requested i looked out at the sky - it was as unfathomable as the deepest secrets smoldering under an opaque, ebony shroud of confusion. it was clouded, impenetrable, reclusive, sullen...... saturday, january 5, 2002 4:40 pm
Forgive me for dwelling so long under the ebony stars, I cannot sleep for tears, and their light burns from above, burns through the cool glass of my window, and covers me in shadow…… saturday, january 5, 2002 4:31 pm
If beauty were embodied with a form… she would take yours….once she had gazed upon you, and studied your intricate soul, she would be incapable of discovering another she thought worthy…. saturday, january 5, 2002 4:30 pm
a fool talks, a wise man speaks saturday, january 5, 2002 4:22 pm
the beauty lies behind her... beneath the ambiguous sky.. she shields it's dishonesty taints it with her truth...because behind her the beauty lies- #2*
saturday, january 5, 2002 1:53 pm
madeleine is a purrfect fluffaluff saturday, january 5, 2002 5:02 am
there was a green dragon eating macaroni and cheese on her front porch friday, december 14, 2001 3:04 pm
she knew she would regret the pain that she caused... but she still hurt him anyway... friday, december 14, 2001 12:11 am
and the never ending story, appeared not to have an end thursday, december 13, 2001 3:07 pm
And so it came to pass that I got Salma Hayek pregnant and abandoned her to the wilds of the Hollywood studio system just because I felt like going to Paris alone in search of Audrey Tautou, the star of the hit French film Amelie. thursday, december 13, 2001 10:50 am
For her and all her work
wednesday, december 12, 2001 8:00 pm
For her and all her work
wednesday, december 12, 2001 8:00 pm
Whenever I look at you I can see the envy in your Eyes. You wish you were me I can tell, but that can never be because you are to weak. You are the type of person that likes to follow and not lead. My world has twist and turns that you would never be able to keep up with. So take my advice and back up off of me before I lead you to a twist and turn you won't be able to find your way back from. wednesday, december 12, 2001 1:14 pm
lalala wednesday, december 12, 2001 12:14 am
glitter
wednesday, december 12, 2001 6:00 am
whispers of my heart engraved in ice, soon to soften into shimmering pools..... tuesday, december 11, 2001 3:24 pm
would you forgive me love? tuesday, december 11, 2001 3:14 pm
I love this tuesday, december 11, 2001 7:28 am
there once was a girl named trish. she liked to fill her anus with fish. tuesday, december 11, 2001 1:05 am
her reflection in the wing mirror; appeared and dissolved with the tainted green light of the indicator.. indicating her journey to the start. #2* monday, december 10, 2001 2:08 pm
hey pippa
And one day…. We will exist only as stars in the sky above, next to each other – silver sparks connecting us - surrounded by a circle of other stars, our assembled circle. Our beautifully tainted light shining down… on everything… and when the children of tomorrow gaze upon our star formation, I’d like to think that somehow they absorb a tiny part of the infinite light we create, just as perhaps we absorbed the light of millions of others before us. Our stars will never die, the energy is too powerful. If for a moment we grow weak, our influence on brilliant minds will reflect back and we will glow once more.
In this current sphere of existence, only you could understand this shadow, yet I know the sphere will swell like a dying sun, and others will take their place in the circle. I believe you shall remain at the center. The future is a tale unwritten…. I can’t grow the ebony rose trees on my own, we shall whisper to the curling tendrils as they wrap around our lives, sing to the petals and watch the words appear in the veins, fixate upon the opening of dark rose flowers in winter blossoms, press our fingertips against the sweet profusion of thorns, paint our lips crimson… fragments of mirror lay dispersed across the entity of the glass chamber, just like the snow queen’s magic mirror, they are suspended in the icy air and we will breathe them in and cherish the sweet exhilaration of pain. Our fairyland, a world of no boundaries. We can both enter the world whenever we need to, our pen provides the portal. It will spill into reality some days and I won’t want to part, and other days we may partially forget until a leaf falls or a tear forms…. the pattern of a falling star travelling across the midnight sky. I entrust the dagger to you inspiration, muse, blade, heart. And perhaps the fear will fade and I will learn to live again.
angelica xxx
monday, december 10, 2001 12:30 am
we unite in pain... monday, december 10, 2001 12:28 am
and why does she insist on calling me 24/7 - I'm not interested but i love the way she kisses me.
sometimes i just cannot stand to be around him - he's very annoying! monday, december 10, 2001 12:03 am
yum sunday, december 9, 2001 3:09 pm
hello lucy.... , the sun is shining, but the absence of warmth betrays my senses and the bitter frost disables my mind...#2* sunday, december 9, 2001 7:20 am
this is cool sunday, december 9, 2001 6:19 am
angelica; the dark haired girls that die in my dreams, they sing to me from beyond the glass, a chorus of tormented angels, trapped in mirror's oblivion - vast. one angel understands the path to this world, she follows it daily through coppiced thorn trees, collects the needles in her sapphire-silver purse, embeds them in my heart as i dream of her eyes. saturday, december 8, 2001 10:00 am
she looked up at the window, and she could not see out, the light was on and she could not see out, only the reflection of herself and the room and she could not see out, but she would not turn off the light so she could see out so she remained blind forever, innocent to the beauty, no tremor, no earthquake of wonder knocked her down, she would not turn off the light, to disperse the harsh reflections of her and the room, no she would not turn off the light. so she never saw the dark... and therefore never saw the night.. if only she would turn off that fucking light... #2* friday, december 7, 2001 5:51 pm
and she got her revenge
thursday, december 6, 2001 11:20 pm
She loved him. she never loved her. She knew this. And hated him for it. Yet, that obscure love was there. thursday, december 6, 2001 9:50 pm
I wonder if time exists...
thursday, december 6, 2001 2:30 pm
i fed her sugar-dipped violets thursday, december 6, 2001 7:23 am
I love this thursday, december 6, 2001 7:18 am
black cherry kisses under a watching array of stars thursday, december 6, 2001 5:07 am
do do wednesday, december 5, 2001 8:54 pm
unending beauty
i want to die now with you wednesday, december 5, 2001 2:07 pm
so rich...and deep...and...rich wednesday, december 5, 2001 1:48 pm
sparkly sparkly glitter spark monday, december 3, 2001 5:57 am
neverendingstory sunday, december 2, 2001 9:17 pm
my head spins and screams sunday, december 2, 2001 3:32 pm
She kissed the scars that ran down her face, like a melting corpse in the rain. "Why did you leave me?"
"Because you left yourself." friday, november 30, 2001 2:13 pm
purple blue glittery starshine friday, november 30, 2001 1:53 am
twinkle twinkle little star thursday, november 29, 2001 8:50 pm
angelica;
...I woke as midnight fell. Frosted panes of glass smooth against my fingertips, the cloak of night torn by rare beams of moonlight. My gaze rests upon the impenetrable darkness of the great wood that lies beyond the rim of my wild rose garden, unable to resist the allure of unfathomable shade. Time melts away as she enters the garden each night, through the tall archway long after darkness falls. I glimpsed her long ago in half formed dreams, submerged in the pale moonlight, tearing a deep crimson rose and clutching it, sheltering it, within her velvet grasp. Often she would wander through my subconscious, still cradling her stolen rose, her head lowered so that her face was always in shadow...
...I follow her into the shadows, her aura glowing crimson. Elegant branches thread through her hair, mirroring infinite caresses. She ventures further into the shady realm, causing her hair to fall loose across her shoulders. Mesmerizing ebony swirls in which traces of amethyst and violet shimmer, framing her delicate features, strands of midnight falling across her beautiful eyes. Spheres burning amber hazel dusky golden velvet brown against winter pale skin.
She strokes the blood rose against her throat. Lifting it higher to touch the silken petals against her cheek, a tiny thorn grazes the side of her white neck and a single droplet of vivid crimson liquid, that threads through her veins and into her beating heart, trickles, achingly slow. I trace it’s path across her neck in one soft motion, fingertips icy against her warm skin, and kiss the graze….. thursday, november 29, 2001 10:27 am
i want o let them all know i want to let them all watch i want to be openly sensuous and erotic....mmmmm maybe soon... wednesday, november 28, 2001 9:01 am
I walked in to the room and my eyes were widened when i saw her. A white ragged dress, scuffed high heels, and bright red lipstick, i felt like i couldn't breathe. I didn't want to breathe in fear that i would mess up. monday, november 26, 2001 4:10 pm
the little girl gazed through the shut window. She studied far distant figures as they spun and glided across the lake of ice. Her eye was drawn to a figure wearing a long blue scarf and matching gloves, the midnight curls falling across her shoulders, the graceful swirls of her path across the ice. monday, november 26, 2001 10:06 am
and i told her that this love is not the story book kind of thing anymore, and i would rather if she just shut up and left me a lone monday, november 26, 2001 7:12 am
she smiles and she frowns in turn, alternately elated and in despair at the thought of her weakness. the girl looks up at her, eyes bloodshot, pleading one last time for mercy... knowing that her cries fall on deaf ears. she bleeds... monday, november 26, 2001 4:07 am
and her magik tears fell sunday, november 25, 2001 4:13 pm
I plunge my probing fingers into your viscera. I feel your blood on my forearms, pumping out in time with your fading heartbeat.
How I loved the sweet look of shock on your face when you realized you were going to die. You had no idea who I am. My secret self hidden behind my shy smiles and soft laughter. friday, november 23, 2001 11:05 pm
"when i dream about you, feels like its for real" friday, november 23, 2001 4:49 pm
This exquisite pain, ecstatic torture. How she wanted to kiss those lips, swallow him whole. Emerald eyes closed, reliving the agonizing dream of a love never met. friday, november 23, 2001 1:30 am
sleeping in a bed of hurt, every breath painful, every heartbeat merges with hers.. somedays... life is beautiful, truly. thursday, november 22, 2001 10:36 am
this is the end, again but it won't really. will it?
wednesday, november 21, 2001 6:26 pm
neverending love tuesday, november 20, 2001 8:27 pm
the waves were different today... sweeter.... i've realized that we're all just as unique and beautiful as each other yet... monday, november 19, 2001 6:24 pm
the silver box was buried under the orchard ground, in it we placed letters, words, photos and crimson ribbon.. crimson ribbon tied us together. sunday, november 18, 2001 4:34 am
En de smurfen lachten hartelijk!!! thursday, november 15, 2001 11:58 am
A liquid that stains like no other, purer than water and more perfect than stars made of gold melted and carefully poured over my sleeping form. A liquid that scratches every inch of exposed skin and soaks into me slowly, cherished hours of pain. I never swim in that ocean, I can’t. I visualize myself immersed in the beautiful, eternal waves, a drowning Ophelia, yet visions are intangible and my thoughts trace a circular pattern, a pattern that twirls only in my mind. If the sun seems just out of reach, I am compelled to stretch further, and the closer I get, the hurt/ heat is strengthened, and I wonder if I’ll ever nestle into the white hot flames. Impossibility haunts the air, but denial forms a cobwebbed enclosure leaving me gazing through holes….I guess nothing can stop this….. thursday, november 15, 2001 5:51 am
A liquid that stains like no other, purer than water and more perfect than stars made of gold melted and carefully poured over my sleeping form. A liquid that scratches every inch of exposed skin and soaks into me slowly, cherished hours of pain. I never swim in that ocean, I can’t. I visualize myself immersed in the beautiful, eternal waves, a drowning Ophelia, yet visions are intangible and my thoughts trace a circular pattern, a pattern that twirls only in my mind. If the sun seems just out of reach, I am compelled to stretch further, and the closer I get, the hurt/ heat is strengthened, and I wonder if I’ll ever nestle into the white hot flames. Impossibility haunts the air, but denial forms a cobwebbed enclosure leaving me gazing through holes….I guess nothing can stop this….. wednesday, november 14, 2001 5:44 pm
It was cold and she was scared to be alone. wednesday, november 14, 2001 4:08 pm
pictures of another time.. another world.. a world we created together.... they hang on my wall and i can go back there, if only for a moment.. its enough.. and then i know, it was wrong all along. tuesday, november 13, 2001 3:22 pm
what is the name of the mother??? monday, november 12, 2001 9:36 pm
and thus my soul bled...the words dripped from my veins...i was trying to show my pain to the world but no one could see it. all i wanted was to be with you. why couldn't that have happened? why'd we have to be this way...i love you. sunday, november 11, 2001 3:39 pm
Hey wassup! this is Kayla Pember and I have something really important to say......not really, I just have nothing else to do right now and I'm really really bored , so your probably getting tired of me talking, oh well, get over it. some may think that I am weird or annoying, but to tell you the truth, I'm just really really really, I mean so bored out of my mind , that I'm writing stuff and I don't even know what I'm talking about but now I'm done.
my paragraph for the neverending story is done sunday, november 11, 2001 3:26 pm
and I was walking down the street and I saw her standing there. she reached out to me but she couldn't reach my face. i knew that she loved me but she couldn't understand her own emotions. i wanted to walk to her and wrap her in my arms. to love her slowly and purely with all my heart. the greatest pain of my life was letting her go. sunday, november 11, 2001 3:25 pm
And she laughed like no other. Kind of like the sound that wind chimes make after being torn by the wind on a particularly stormy day--crashing cymbals, surreal sounds echoing next to your window, illuminating the lightning. sunday, november 11, 2001 3:23 pm
hello saturday, november 10, 2001 11:43 pm
i don't know what the hell this is for but it's cool none the less thursday, november 8, 2001 10:34 pm
soft touch of the leaves fluttering across my outstretched arms. thursday, november 8, 2001 4:13 pm
at midnight they danced around the circle of candles wednesday, november 7, 2001 5:30 am
The Holographic Universe has trapped me and beams me throughout the world. monday, november 5, 2001 11:17 pm
Dream a dream and what you see will be eee eee ee monday, november 5, 2001 10:03 pm
sex feels good sunday, november 4, 2001 5:36 pm
and one day.. i knew.... i would shatter the silence with truth. i pressed my fingertips against the hollow of my throat where the miniature rivers of tears crawled.. sunday, november 4, 2001 9:03 am
and she bent over and licked the blood off his balding, already cooling pate. The woman in black grimaced; evidentially any form of necrophilia, no matter how small, bothered her. She thought it was a little hypocritical of the woman to shudder at her actions when the woman had just taken out fifteen men with nothing but an ornamental cactus and a pair of chopsticks. saturday, november 3, 2001 12:37 am
Ah to cleverly type an allegory is like a lettuce sandwich friday, november 2, 2001 3:26 pm
R.I.P Shannon "Savannah" Wilsey friday, november 2, 2001 3:25 pm
My mama raised me betta...um than uh.. friday, november 2, 2001 3:24 pm
sometimes i love him so much... I'd shiver and imagine stabbing his perfection as he slept... to see his blood spill and rain over my hands... to taste what made him live and become beautiful as he flushed in anger or passionate happiness... otherwise, I'd lay down beside his sleeping frame and listen to the trembling breath of slumber... slow and sweet like his kiss... his arms crossed on his chest... pale and languid... fingers so long and graceful... they drew you in a haze of his embrace... neurotic and ethereal... wednesday, october 31, 2001 7:16 pm
take me from this place wednesday, october 31, 2001 5:23 pm
So what is this exactly??? monday, october 29, 2001 3:16 pm
I woke up this morning - and once again realized that i still loved her. The thought of being with her was so painful - but only because it would never happen. Remembering the way she smiles at me when I say something stupid... the immense kindness she has imparted on me... the love she's shown - but as a friend and not a lover. It hurts so much. friday, october 26, 2001 10:32 pm
harder! wednesday, october 24, 2001 3:07 pm
nothing more than wandering into the forever nothingness we call life. tuesday, october 23, 2001 5:40 pm
Nevermore, nevermore. But again, they dashed back and forth across the chasm, spitting sparks, ruffling feathers, scraping flesh. What next? Nevermore, nevermore. Like a sappy Poe tribute, nevermore. tuesday, october 23, 2001 10:12 am
a love, eternity, why here, why now, why this, why not? sunday, october 21, 2001 5:45 pm
fly me to the moon sunday, october 21, 2001 10:42 am
Let me count the sordid ways and secrets of the wicked. thursday, october 18, 2001 8:33 pm
my eyes cry black tears. thursday, october 18, 2001 11:53 am
she pulled up her sleeve, exposing rows of red lines, covering the lower half of her arm. she stared down at the ground, feeling jo's eyes burning into her.
"why?"
what struck her most was that jo was sobbing. wednesday, october 17, 2001 7:52 pm
and with that, the wand of good faith swept in, and blew their minds. All of a sudden they all felt a great presence as one proclaimed "There's someone in my head, but it's not me" tuesday, october 16, 2001 5:38 pm
i need someone tuesday, october 16, 2001 5:34 pm
wow
tuesday, october 16, 2001 2:27 pm
And I loved him with all my heart even though I knew we could never be together forever. tuesday, october 16, 2001 1:05 pm
tracing sapphire threads in our wrists with soft bladed fingertips
tuesday, october 16, 2001 5:37 am
and then i had a dream that you asked me if i was in love with you and i said no and you didn't believe me and i got so mad that i punched you in the face monday, october 15, 2001 3:00 pm
the blue veins threaded in the underside of her wrists.. the currents... saturday, october 13, 2001 2:58 pm
midnight thursday, october 11, 2001 7:22 am
Angelica; The room was still apart from the far left corner where she curled against the floor shivering. The frosted glass of the window above her enticed the rays of moonlight in to illuminate the scene, and their slanted beams touched every surface. Icy night air flooded in through open-flung transparent panes and sunk toward the floor, enveloping her shaking form. If she had turned to face the sky she would have sighed in delight at the crystal clear maze of stars. She would have searched for the brightest star and christened it. She would have gazed at the mystical moon for so long her eyes would mirror the wide glowing oval. Alone, yet scarcely lonely, she would have wondered if the sleepers across the world would ever envision anything so vivid. She would cry at the intensity of life and love and hurt and ache, and be in love with every painful second as it passed. She would wish never to die until her inspirations had ceased to breathe. And finally she would collapse into the other world where there are no borders, the unconscious, subconscious melodrama - sleep. As it was, her cheek nestled into the cold floor and her eyes watched the empty space where only she saw her visions enacted. A knife party – infinite blades danced and spun in the sparkling light until the pale gleam of the reflections blinded her momentarily. The imagined figures moved to the imaginary music and carved their secrets upon each other. She smiled. The ghost figures turned their heads towards her laughter and she rose from her soft bed of hurt and tiptoed across the floor, weaving through the crowd of shadows until she stood before the two central forms. She looked at her ghostly mirror image, saw her own moonlit hair fall in silver rivers and her own dark eyes staring back with fascination. The girl with an ebony cobwebbed gown caught her eye and extended a pale arm, offering a tiny dagger formerly hidden in her satin palm. For a moment there was complete silence, even her heart stilled as she knew one day she would sew the gown in twilight reverie, she would draw the girl in ebony by candlelight and tell her twisted faerystories in darkness. She took the cold blade into her own hands, cradling the treasure, caressing the sharp point, and spun around – her figure cutting patterns across the frosty air. On her twenty ninth spin she fell to the floor laughing and again laid her cheek to the ground - but this time it was not deathly cool – she felt a heartbeat in the floor, a heartbeat in the air. Deep red spirals of glittering fire appeared, initiating from the corners inward. The entire floor became a carpet of flame scarcely three inches high. She leapt to her feet and searched for the other figures yet only a handful remained. The girl in ebony was smiling down at her beautiful ornate gown as a rim of scarlet flames touched the first few inches, she was transfixed by her imminent fate as the wanton flames licked higher. Black smoke began to rise from the floor, she began to scream in pain, and suddenly I noticed my own dress was alight to the waist... I just wanted to shield her from the flames, but then I realized I want to dance in the flames beside her... wednesday, october 10, 2001 10:29 am
"if i let u go i will never know what my life would be holding u close to me"
spike monday, october 8, 2001 8:34 am
eternity runs rampant with the ravings of the mad friday, october 5, 2001 6:16 pm
I had sex one day friday, october 5, 2001 11:39 am
acilegna whispered;
"tortured angels twirl in burnished silver pearls Pale cerulean spheres gaze upon my crimson heart Brilliant scarlet droplets tainted with blue fire She wears the clouded midnight sky upon her form Soft cherry lips inflame depraved desire" wednesday, october 3, 2001 3:56 pm
the allure of her.. I guess maybe i want someone to bring me pain, lets see who can bring most pain… it entices me like a child to candy… her…. so close, so fucking close and yet never overstepping the boundaries completely.. just… pushing them.. further and further… until.. wednesday, october 3, 2001 3:51 pm
she held me like she was afraid of me leaving with the wind... wednesday, october 3, 2001 2:18 pm
crimson glow and lilly the green wednesday, october 3, 2001 12:47 am
love never ending tuesday, october 2, 2001 8:02 pm
I live to be deep inside of you monday, october 1, 2001 4:04 pm
I'm all yours sunday, september 30, 2001 6:52 pm
and all of a sudden we are grasping gasping in this together-colored instant.... saturday, september 29, 2001 8:20 pm
loving you and missing you terribly for 5 years. before you disappeared you said you loved me too much and since I couldn't leave me husband, you had to go. God, I wish we had fucked each other at least once. the way you touched me in my car by the beach that one afternoon brought me so close to coming.....and it took everything in me to pull away from you. saturday, september 29, 2001 10:46 am
love me like I love you friday, september 28, 2001 8:10 pm
living with you is a slow painful torture thursday, september 27, 2001 5:45 pm
She has my heart in the palm of her hand but is it worth breaking. wednesday, september 26, 2001 4:21 pm
"I have no one."
"You have me."
"Now I do." tuesday, september 25, 2001 7:03 pm
And the stars fell to the earth and the angels cried as the blades sliced through their delicate wings. monday, september 24, 2001 5:30 pm
In the killing fields where only satan's angels roam. sunday, september 23, 2001 2:07 pm
be clean
thursday, september 20, 2001 3:59 pm
I feel as the dawn it fades to grey thursday, september 20, 2001 3:09 pm
soft flecked gold shaped into windowpanes that lined the halls of a million mile cathedral, rose window glowing like the sun, and she followed the trace of angel wings swooping through the open air into the monastery darkness...the carved faces of old wooden buddha stood solid and still in the half-light of a star-twinkling whirlpool of darkness right in the middle of the pews...and light that glowed purple and black swirled in her open arms...depth upon depth of being washed through her, swam into the living core of her, until she was no more than essence flooding through a living plane of light and love and peaceful harmony...then all of life belonged and was each person was made of the same breathing essence as herself
thursday, september 20, 2001 1:31 pm
the glow of a hand, the soft touch of a kiss, upon her stale lips was the dream of Ida, yet no man would touch her lumpy, greenish, obscene flesh because she was as beautiful as a wart on a baboon's ass...so she listened to the cure and dreamt of suicide, and let the world take her down into the misguided wretchedness of self-loathing...then she grew up and got a life...and she never became a swan, but she learned to walk in the streets alone in the clothes that she went out and...chose...for...herself.... thursday, september 20, 2001 1:22 pm
rocha rocha rocha. eye thursday, september 20, 2001 1:11 pm
are you hollow wednesday, september 19, 2001 7:30 pm
like a lovely snowy night tuesday, september 18, 2001 7:54 pm
on angels wings monday, september 17, 2001 6:58 pm
boredom, boredom, emptiness, god it sucks when you are away from your friends and alone. monday, september 17, 2001 11:31 am
I don't know what I want, I am so confused. I have feelings that i wish I didn't. I walk through a world of gorgeous flowers and glittering people, people who shine brighter than I can ever hope too. I swim through an ocean of fear and distrust. I hope. I have dreams and I only hope that I have the strength to fulfill them, to be happy. I think that maybe soon I will make it to the other side of the sparkling sometimes dark and bleak ocean, I will make it to the other side and come out shinning. I hope. sunday, september 16, 2001 10:46 pm
Why doesn't she listen. thursday, september 13, 2001 4:03 pm
and as the glittering sea shines in her eyes I thee part from thou into a sea deep within my own. Blue with excellency, wild with fear and the stench of rotten thoughts are breathed deep within the long pointed noise of the enchanted bewitched and beatitude evening. wednesday, september 12, 2001 7:50 pm
I hate him so much I love him. wednesday, september 12, 2001 5:37 pm
I will love you for an eternity and far beyond the reaches of death. tuesday, september 11, 2001 5:33 pm
i hate her eyes they watch and follow and stare. i don't like it but i can't get out easily as she reads the songs to me. i dream of kings i dream of queens i dream of night and love unseen. so i took the blade i took the blade i took the blade i had to. it's like a kiss tuesday, september 11, 2001 2:11 pm
run your fingers through my hair, make love to the person i should be. monday, september 10, 2001 5:34 pm
she glitters and sings to a song all her own sunday, september 9, 2001 5:23 pm
Her angels hold her deepest secrets, protect her from her very own soul. sunday, september 9, 2001 3:20 pm
i collected the tears in a silver cup and poured them into the ice cold lake saturday, september 8, 2001 4:55 pm
we have a limo with a sunroof, so we can stick our heads through. life is cool like that, friday, september 7, 2001 5:58 pm
It will rain down the moon drops she cries, the feathers will scatter, her heart will scar. The sun will burn and sear the blood from her wounds and angel will fall broken, to the ground. thursday, september 6, 2001 7:07 pm
I'll be whoever you want me to be, mold me into the angel you wished I was. I will never cry on the outside, although I'm screaming on the inside. Tell me if I'm alive, cut me, bruise me, so I know I live. thursday, september 6, 2001 5:21 pm
i love you i love you i love you. don't go. just stay. forever. sunday, september 2, 2001 8:07 pm
She stared into the fog, hating the way it moved and shifted. The way it changed everything and obscured her view. The way she couldn't be sure if she was in a dream or wide awake. She touched her cheek as a tear rolled down to meet her shaking finger. If only she could see the stars. sunday, september 2, 2001 1:10 pm
"i just don't care anymore," she said. "i just can't." i wanted to shout "i know i how you feel, now come back!" but instead i looked down and listened to the sound of her footsteps as she walked away. and that was the summer of my junior year. sunday, september 2, 2001 3:00 am
Yes, yes, yes sunday, august 26, 2001 9:01 pm
want some anonymous advice? close your eyes and concentrate on disappearing. nobody wants to see your face, your scars... you are a disgrace, child. cover your wounds. sunday, august 26, 2001 12:11 am
her living corpse, thin, close to transparency, like washing strung out on the line... her muscles ached, her feet throbbed, although her weight was little. filled with doubt, she switched off her mind. eyes milky, clouded & rotten in their sockets, disused through her utter disgust for appearance. feeling so inadequate, although her beauty was there... but you had to see it upside down, inside out. you didn't need to look with your eyes at her... saturday, august 25, 2001 3:08 pm
words don't break bones, but they do break hearts wednesday, august 22, 2001 4:48 pm
The colours in the sky were impossible to describe according to the patterns of conventional science.
tuesday, august 21, 2001 2:42 pm
And then I drank a glass of wine.
tuesday, august 21, 2001 2:34 pm
and she kissed the blade. I saw her last night, she ran across the glass floor and as she held her she held my gaze. tuesday, august 21, 2001 10:39 am
she swims in an ocean of glass and a thousand cuts sing wine across her skin. sunday, august 19, 2001 4:00 pm
i always knew she was lying. I just never cared to die.
saturday, august 18, 2001 10:22 am
He left his boyfriend. He didn't think that he will ever have the heart to do it. But he did. saturday, august 18, 2001 6:45 am
And then there was a star that shined so brightly. It was a pregnant being of light, and out from its fiery loins shot a child of ethereal knowledge. She would someday become the Wise Woman of the Land. She holds the answers to the plaguing questions of my ass. saturday, august 18, 2001 4:31 am
michaela loved me, she told me that she loved me, and I believed her...believed her as i always believed her and i kept on believing her until the day she killed me. friday, august 17, 2001 11:15 am
i want to suck the sweet nectar from your little pink pucker wednesday, august 15, 2001 5:28 pm
And the scarlet being was never seen again, though many speculated it was still stirring up trouble. wednesday, august 15, 2001 2:55 pm
Then Phoebe put Gia into the VCR. She had watched it a thousand times but just couldn't get enough of Angelina Jolie. The credits roll and she realizes that she had fallen asleep. She turns over and Angelina Jolie is laying next to her...naked. tuesday, august 14, 2001 1:16 am
her hobbies consist of drinking burnt champagne, abducting space aliens and running them over with her car, highwaymen, synchronicity, talking sotto voce, and being insouciant to the point of madness... monday, august 13, 2001 10:02 pm
the purple turtle sat on the edge of the mountain and sang about how she loves and misses the pink frog. monday, august 13, 2001 12:06 am
somber mood, delicate hand, childish eyes and freckles the slow wind plays a secret tune in the eyes of the swan the breaths jarred awake, seeing repose in the lilies the fallen moon, the fallen moon, the breaths of wine and taste of honey the soft moment of feeling, the soft meandering of life the walk... she waited with honey in her arms, with candles in her heart with light that shone upon the dearest smile and bled in tears the name of love and walked in shadows the softness of her heart, the sweetness of her mind, the charity of her love with candles burning, burning, burning, forever, ever, and ever she was the secret of life... she was the secret of hope... she was the secret of heart and mind and eternity... she was the rain, falling in the meadows and on the heads of lovers... she was the breaths of hearts in torment and the lying in the grasses of moonlight... she was the fire of creativity that sprayed itself forward and flung itself into the dusty heart of despair... eternity, eternity, the end of night... the end of the shallow drowned... the end of the night... the end of the shallow drowned... the end of the tears and the kisses... pushing out before sleep... swimming, swimming, the shallow drowned... the strangest twist... upon your lips... and we... shall be... together...
saturday, august 11, 2001 3:49 am
She mad me wet with a brush of her lips upon mine. monday, august 6, 2001 4:40 am
i do well at communicating through words online like this, in real time, i am hoping there is a way that i might be able to incorporate that into my sales career so i can get more business and make more $--jeff; umass amherst '01 wednesday, august 1, 2001 1:07 am
and then they all sang. because what else COULD they do? tuesday, july 31, 2001 5:05 pm
i've got hundreds of coupons lying on my desk, but they've all been used, wasted one time uses, like condoms. i didn't even get to use them and feel the plum satisfaction of saving. does that mean other people are more resourceful then me? do they wear smart suits in dark colors and have ambition, a goal that they are striving for? they already have the coupon book and have arranged the coupons that they will use by the date they will use them. a woman named jennifer who goes to the gym five days a week presents her coupons almost smugly, imperceptibly pointing out her savings to the people behind her. doesn't jennifer realize that the coupon is just a hassle to the cashier she's giving it too? it occurs to me that i do not have enough time to think about coupons, because i am ambitious and i have a goal to strive for. wednesday, july 25, 2001 11:04 am
marcie never knew why she was so militant about these things...it was such a little thing, really, but she simply could not let it go. sunday, july 22, 2001 8:20 pm
and who knew? who cared? she didn't. he didn't. or she never knew if he did because he was lost before she could ask him. sunday, july 22, 2001 10:53 am
I woke with a start, and realized that I'd been daydreaming for quite some time. Mrs. Haberdash was standing over me, her pointer on my desk, and I knew I was in for it now. wednesday, july 18, 2001 10:21 am
and she screams/ sunday, july 15, 2001 2:09 pm
if only we could fly towards the second star to the right, and straight on till morning to escape the set fate of time. sunday, july 15, 2001 12:01 am
Her voice felt like an angel cupping my face in her hands and pressing a soft kiss to my mouth. thursday, july 12, 2001 4:12 pm
the cat chased mice like it was expected to. after the clock lost it's life-giving batteries, it paused...only to start again as soon as the stopped time is noticed. watch it. for a moment you can feel completely alone. wednesday, july 11, 2001 12:36 am
he told me he loved me but it was only a joke to him. i cried myself to sleep that night. sunday, july 8, 2001 8:56 pm
fingered me so slow I came again and again till I felt my skin catch fire and my head explode. tuesday, july 3, 2001 2:39 pm
Naked and exposed, she shivered in the ice coldness of her chamber. the darkness shrank away eerily from the dancing flames of the candles. who knew what lay ahead in the dank halls of this ancient castle. what unknown secrets and treasures. she danced wildly, with frenzied innocence, down the halls and her laughter echoed off the alabaster skin of frescoes that graced the high ceilings. spiders and winged beings watched in glittery shimmery curiosity and the wind sighed softly in her hair. she dropped to the depths below the ground floor into the forgotten wine cellars and blew red wine kisses to the cobwebbed dripping walls and sighed without contempt of this freakishly wicked freedom. monday, july 2, 2001 7:49 pm
she brushed her fingers between my legs thursday, june 28, 2001 11:16 am
hmm once upon a time wednesday, june 20, 2001 5:07 pm
Now that it's been lost, now that she's gone, loneliness wrings my neck and I gasp for air because I know the colors will be less emotional, the emotions less colorful, and the vividness of life will be drained until all I see is the desolate plain that will ultimately be my undoing. So warped the mind does become when you near the end that all the celestial bodies mesh into one holographic rainbow that will surely run through you and offer comfort as your last breaths halt and deepen and then are no more. In a silent explosion, a blast of all I was, I move through, above, and beyond this life into evermore. monday, june 11, 2001 11:37 pm
glowing metallic glitter wings fluttering in your ear monday, june 11, 2001 11:27 pm
how could this end? this surging ebb and flow of this feeling when my eyes gaze upon the slumbering form of my lover. her eyes closed in cherubic wonder and her lips a little pout. i only wish i could seize her frame without pain!! monday, june 4, 2001 1:10 pm
She moved down the stairs in a wave of heat, cloaked by night, and restored my faith in everything lost. Her strength found in the weakness of obscurity and in the ridicule of difference overtook my changing heart and mind as i fell into thought about what i was undertaking...and i wondered if i cared about what would inevitably be thought, what would be said, what would be done, and how sooner or later, her and i would be found out. You can't hide your soul's light for long without torture ensuing...but for her, i'd endure it all. saturday, june 2, 2001 5:01 am
sometimes the hills will become a sea of stars. the fireflies are the stars and they dance and i shiver and shudder as memories pour from the depths of my soul into my mind. tuesday, may 29, 2001 2:27 pm
why was it? how could this be? the world has shattered into crystalline shards around my ears and i will never gaze up into the light-for my light is gone. forever darkness' will cloud enshroud my soul and my heart will cease to feel the same again. wednesday, may 16, 2001 7:45 pm
and into this world came a soul called ida tuesday, may 15, 2001 10:16 pm
somehow the stagnant air became heavier with every beat of her heart. the angels peered at this celestial wonder in sudden adoration. who knew that such perfection existed? her very eyes were pools of moonlight themselves and her skin was of ivory with the slightest tinge of pink as of that from deep sea seashells. her face was an oval goddess with luscious crimson parted lips and her cheeks were flushed from the healing light of the stars above. her voice was the very sigh of the wind. this clandestine maiden was Botticelli's Venus herself and none was ever seen to be as exquisitely beautiful and lovely as this immortal being. sunday, may 13, 2001 2:36 pm
pinecones littered the forest floor, little itty bitty baby pinecones with the dinosaur trees, the giant redwoods, bending over, falling over, practically dead with the filth of the air and the insect thieves who stole the itty seeds...the swarming insects, the rising heat...forests turned to dried out wastelands where the trees droop and sag with diseased bark... wednesday, may 9, 2001 11:31 pm
suffragette city tuesday, may 8, 2001 12:54 am
rags and clothes strewn cross the railroad tracks...and a man with a television head staggering to the coffee shop, "give me a balloon for all my troubles, for all the times my parents have spanked my bare bottom red as a rose. i am a house. i am a black bmw. i am a systems analyst with a penchant for mockery. but i am not and will never ever be a free man, because if i am not my house, my car, my profession, i am fear." saturday, may 5, 2001 8:30 am
slowly the hand woke up to the alarm clock blasting barrel shotgun headlight remover face in face pressed against face of glass stone mirror window face...tearstained nights and blasted faith...the world sucking the color from beauty and dragging it down...consumerist capitalist piggy piggy pie man baking a cake for the elderly woman in a wheelchair, "i was such a pretty girl in my youth." saturday, may 5, 2001 8:19 am
the birds are singing saturday, may 5, 2001 8:16 am
it's fall again saturday, may 5, 2001 8:07 am
The time has come for me to end this view of the world and begin a new journey. thursday, may 3, 2001 3:11 pm
Then the tears fell like shattered glass seeping into the cold bare earth. She gazed up at the sky and continued to walk down the wooded path, alone and furious. Orioles chittered their sympathy and flew amongst leaves in a worried chattered of wings and flitting eyes. the grass quivered and everything grew still as the sea on a calm windless day. Everything stopped. wednesday, may 2, 2001 4:19 pm >
she said 'i love you' when no one was looking, and ran down to the riverbed to stroke the watery roots of old trees...she stood by the water, catching her reflection but scared to ever move...she washed the soil from her feet...brought flowers and yellow leaves to the shore...nestled with birds so they'd sing to her...but she never did speak, only howled in the night like all of space was roaring through her empty heart...and cried, 'no one will ever love me,' when no one was looking... saturday, april 28, 2001 4:18 am
and then the night disappeared, and all around was sheer white light, the heat of the stars blossoming into one riverpool of tears, or ruins...or fire that streamed down through the afterbirth of heaven...and love died in the heart of another young boy...and everything, even god, lost faith, hope, and meaning...and fell into the corner...crying...lost forever saturday, april 28, 2001 3:31 am
She fluttered about, whirling, twirling, spinning, chanting, never ceasing for a moments time. You could hardly call it dancing, for it was more beautiful than any dance in the world. But not close to more beautiful than she herself. She cries out to me, "Dance with me. Brendan!" I shout back, "I cannot. I would spoil the natural beauty of you,". wednesday, april 25, 2001 6:40 pm
She exclaimed: wednesday, april 25, 2001 6:37 pm
Rain fell, bubbling around our feet, gutters swollen with leaves. I watched a black thread of crows unspool from the rattling canopy of iron cables as we crossed a spidery bridge. We glided between rows of sparkling trees, watercolor leaves fluttering and glistening with rain, sheets of spanish moss shuddering against the breeze. saturday, april 21, 2001 3:05 pm
In a trance of dancing light, icy reflections of wavering candle flames, and dream visions of she insane: Ophelia singing her mad songs down that cold flower-strewn stream. The water ebbing beneath her. The filmy tissue of her gown glistening with garlands of silvery leaves caught in the diaphanous folds, studded with glassy water beads like hundreds of tiny eyes blinking in the light, opening and closing and pulling her down. The last plaintive strains drowning in the waters rush and flow. saturday, april 21, 2001 3:04 pm
jasmine eyes gleamed in the gallery and lit the chamber like softly glowing candles there was no other light saturday, april 21, 2001 8:22 am
streaked gaily and gracefully about the cathedral like a young ballerina at her first performance saturday, april 21, 2001 8:20 am
blue blue sky
starlight through the window
yes
I LOVE...myself, food, cats, trees, swimming, frogs, dreams, good grades, summer, reading fantasy books, mydad, mybrother, my mom(RIP), fire, candles, magic spells, nature, friends, massages, essential oils, lipgloss, lotion, taking baths, shopping, movies, David Bowie, Orlando Bloom, dragonflies, Dark age of Camelot, City of Heroes, Dungeons and Dragons, Boggle, Cranium, yelling like Xena, hottubbing, softball, baseball, badminton, Monty Python, my MP3 player, the fact that I am going to college, being a teacher's pet, eating snow, fairies (they exist), natural remedies, perfume, going to other countries, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, SNL, Whose Line is it Anyway, The Simpsons, Dexter's Lab, Seinfeld, game shows, sleeping late, wearing glasses, MAKING FUN OF GEORGE BUSH
She decided that nobody, no matter how strong the attraction, was worth self-destruction. So after Armageddon, she pulled her hair down and left crying in the rain.
Alabama girls rock out with their cocks out and by cocks I mean all the guys that hopelessly and endlessly follow those Bama girls wherever they go...
A purple sun sets in an indigo sky...
You told me you once saw Janis Joplin on stage with two white afghan hounds on a leash.
You took a hit of marijauana deep into your lungs.Your voice was husky.
1981
i felt that image go all the way in and I knew i would carry it until I died.
like my love for you.
Lynn.
I miss you.everyday.
I wonder if you ever remember us and our time.
I wish I could revoke the years apart and hold you one more time,
I can still taste the rain on your lips and feel your magnifcent body hot and wet against mine.
No one has ever came close to you.
I still love you.
Lynn.
The ever streaming list of loves forms the music of her background. Swirling in silver silk she spins to the beat of a thousand unfulfilled hearts and dreams, to the tune set as her destiny by the gods.
As she turns her long hair flys out in a cloud of misty red and gold, her dark eyes shining like frenzied jewels as she twists away from her fate, fixed immovably to dance for an age in the twilight.
all i said was "maybe you shouldn't hit me so hard" and then
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And you were pale and I used to love you. You were skinny and I used to love you. You were naive and I used to love you.
She is freckled and I like her a lot. She isnt so skinny and I like her a lot. She knows everything and I like her a lot.
girls girls girls
J makes me want to dance in the rain like a bird. We would maybe dance together, holding hands, till finally we fell with a drunk-like dizziness to the muddy ground.
When I kiss her, it reminds me of peaches. So sticky, so sweet, you just have to have more. It's a sweetness you remember your whole life.
J loves music, and I love music. I will write songs for her and we will dance to them.We will tango, and meringue, and salsa, and hip hop, and everything and anything we want! We will be free to laugh and love together.
J rambles when she's nervous. It's the cutest thing I've ever seen. It makes me want to kiss her over and over so she doesn't have to worry about what to say.
J has freckles. I love freckles. They make me want to lay her naked in the sunlight and explore every inch of her. Then we would drip the sun from the sky and drink it.
J is everything I want and more.
J held me and I cried my tears into her pillow. I wanted to stay with her, she is my soul's love. I walked away, shaking, afraid, and climbed into bed beside the wretched beast. What was I thinking?
But now I ponder whether our future lies together as we always thought it would. And now it seems that I will never again be so priviliged as to lie with you as the night draws in, passionate and intense, as we always were. So now I move on, to a new place, maybe a better place. One day I might forget you, but I promise it won't be soon.
My heart won't fix itself.
My world won't replenish.
Nick and Ryan... you're ruining my life.
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Hello where are you
once upon a time... the end.
I'm tired and lonely! I am trying to show you what I want and you never seem to see what it is! You are driving me to do this unthinkable thing. THis thing that would tear you apart if you knew about it. I blame you, but then I also blame myself. Maybe I want to much.
my angel baby dipped in glitter; i dont know if you read this, but I hope that you do. Secret love I will always have in my heart. I wasn't ready for us to end. please be happy.
She crys alone in the drak wiPretty Girl is sufferind while he confesses everything.
Pretty soon she'll figure out: you can never get him out of your head.
It's the way he makes you cry
It's the way he's in your mind
It's the way he makes you fall in love
It's the way he makes you feel
It's the way he kisses you
It's the way he makes you fall in love...
Even though she was pale her body was great. We went out to eat last night and one thing led to another. We got home and i fucked the shit out of her.
But she was too late. He had already realized the beauty of the soul that could surpass gender.
hjk
hi
never ending story
never ending story
www.mysapce.com/balletboyjosh
but i wanted to touch you, if merely by accident on the street,
even if at the taco bell you visit once a week where I work
here it goes they say a story is never ending but what if you could become the story and the only way out of it would be having someone finish where you left off at ?
your mums tits and ur dads swetty cheesy bellend
hello
Today I woke to a purple and red sky. What will it do? I asked Sally. She wagged a slow Who knows?
His eyes were bright pricks in the dark night. He fell forward; he hit his head. Now he could see something, the image was blurred, probably from the knock to the head, this could not be true the being was bright white and shining its hair was blonde and flowing around as if it was underwater. My name is Olypinye I h ave come to take you to Merrator who is beyond the horizon the and you will meet her that you once loved.
It was a dark and stormy night three men were sitting around a campfire, one of them, named William, asked another, named Bert, to tell them a story and this is how it began:
It was a dark and stormy night three men were sitting around a campfire, one of them, named William, asked another, named Bert, to tell them a story and this is how it began:
It was a dark and stormy night three men were sitting around a campfire, one of them, named William, asked another, named Bert, to tell them a story and this is how it began:
It was a dark and stormy night three men were sitting around a campfire, one of them, named William, asked another, named Bert, to tell them a story and this is how it began:
Across the horizon sped he and she towards the mystical land of amortllya where his love rested in a mighty palace. As he approached the land of the dead over the sea of lost soul he saw white shores and beyond green grasslands and a bright sunrise.
AND HE WANTED TO TOUCH HIS FACE...TO TOUCH ANY PART OF HIM...{ESPECIALLY THOSE PARTS THAT LAY HIDDEN BEHIND FOLDS OF FABRICS.}...HE WANTED TO MAKE SURE HE WAS REAL...BECAUSE FOR SO LONG HE ONLY EXISTED IN HIS HEAD....HE BEGAN AND ENDED THERE....LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE IN HIS LIFE.....MINUTES HUNG IN THE AIR WAVERING BEFORE HIS EYES......HE CONTMPLATED NANO-SECONDS AND GAZED INTO THE FOREVER OF HIS EYES.....BREATHING IN HIS BREATH....TASTING THE HEAT OFF HIS SKIN...ENJOYING THE POST-MOMENT.....THE NOW....LIVING IN THE VERY PRESENCE OF THE HIM....HE REMEMBERED HOW IT WAS IN THE BEFORE TIME......WHEN EXISTENCE WAS JUST EMAILS...AND SEX ONLY CYBER.....TOUCHING WAS THE STROKE OF A KEY-PAD......STOLEN GLANCES THE FLICKER OF A SCREEN......LOVERS ACROSS THE COUNTRY UNITED BY THE HEART AND SOUL OF THE UNIVERSAL MOTHERBOARD......AND QUICKLY HIS THOUGHTS SHIFTED......WITH THE UTTERING OF TWO WORDS FROM HIS LOVERS MOUTH.....WORDS HE LONGED TO HEAR......WORDS HE ACHED FOR......\"YOU READY????\"....OH....AND YES...YES HE WAS.....
this is my love for you gone comic
thursday, january 31, 2002 9:27 am 
, the sun is shining, but the absence of warmth betrays my senses and the bitter frost disables my mind...#2* sunday, december 9, 2001 7:20 am 