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| Wednesday, January 6th, 2010 | 9:15 pm [dixievandyke]
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| | Saturday, September 12th, 2009 | 11:54 pm [xtremejeffnlita]
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Happiness (I hope this isn't TOO dark or morbid. I know how some people feel about this paticular subject.) ( clicky plez. ) Current Mood: tired. can't sleep.Current Music: fly away. | | Tuesday, September 8th, 2009 | 10:02 am [aaen]
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Insomia
Insomnia Be it early in the morning or late at night silence shrieking - every floorboard creaking Be it shining sun, dankest dark or twilight Laying down in bed, eyes opened, wide awake Mind cannot focus - clouded in plagues of locus Tired and sleepy, suffering from every ache Normal minds, bright with light and sanity Are far from me - something that will never be Try you might, cry and shout, and profanity Ever there, It does not rest, it does not sleep, It swirls and lingers - gripping with tenebrous fingers A dark cloud looms, and despair runs cavernous deep I await for sleep as though a dream, to take leave of all my woes Where i creep into a peaceful snooze - sweet sleep's soothing suffuse Ever as the sombre story goes, i shall never meet my sweet repose. | | Saturday, June 6th, 2009 | 10:24 am [scarsofmyown]
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No Surprise The Door’s open Wide You’re already GONE Nothing Left NO Surprise Venom spit out No Remorse Empty Promises Never Kept No Surprise Hopes and Dreams Falling apart at the seams Life’s Lessons Never Learned Only to repeat again and again No Surprise Current Mood: pensiveCurrent Music: Doro Pesch "Love me in Black" | | Wednesday, May 6th, 2009 | 7:41 pm [dark_destiny87]
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been a long time...
Your hand trembles as you touch mine, knowing this is real, the end. A new begining. Take a look around, the stench of failure, of broken dreams and fallen hopes surrounds us, becomes us with ever breath we take. Mended broken hearts with tattered dreams one too many times. Nothings left... Ill put on a smile for show I can only pretend. Only you can see through. You touch me, pull me out of the fantasy. Looking up to a tear in your eye. knowing it will no longer fix this broken angel, -I fall- If only you coul catch me. I cry out to you with eyes of sorrow locked in as I fade. Hold me close as I dissepate. Please, dont let me go. Current Mood: contemplativeCurrent Music: a perfect circle | | Tuesday, March 31st, 2009 | 1:13 pm [bettysheila12]
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Sick You make me sick! You make me want to throw up my heart And make you choke on it. Knowing you .You’ll enjoy this. So after you die I’ll stab your throat And rip my heart out and swallow it whole. Then I’ll laugh in your face. You make me sick! Next time you make me cry I’ll cry a bloody tear with your blood running down my face. Then I’ll laugh in your face. You make me sick! Cold darkness takes a hold of my body. That was the day you made me sick. You made me sick, I made you sick with death. Woke up with blood on my hands. What happen? I see you laying on the floor. Ah! I remember! You make me sick! Current Mood: sickCurrent Music: Led Zeppelin | | Monday, March 16th, 2009 | 2:11 am [dotdimblog]
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| | Monday, January 12th, 2009 | 4:05 am [airxwar] |
thanatophilia close my eyes and sigh with satisfaction, inhale your rotting corpse; so precious. stroke your hair; crystallized with frost. entwine your fingers with mine. you always were delicate, my dearest. kiss your lips as the maggots come crawling from the corner of your irises. the walls are painted with your struggle and the air lays thick with feigned apologies. i chuckle as dawn peeps cautiously over the horizon. oh, it's been crazy these past few days and it's finally over (for you) but my one regret is it didn't last longer.
[thanatophilia is a synonym for the word necrophilia which means to have to have sexual attraction for the dead.] Current Mood: blahCurrent Music: placebo - post blue | | Monday, December 29th, 2008 | 9:42 pm [fabiblossom]
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So umm I'm new, to LJ and to the community anyways here's a poem if you want to read it, not the best I have written but no the worst. and since I haven't seen an LJ cut, I wont use it. I will not cry or shake, My heart won’t ache, My smile won’t fade And you will forever stay. I’ll lock you up In my tiny little box; No one will hear your pleas And I’ll never let you out. Time will fly away, Life will pass us by, My arms I’ll stretch out Into this dark blue sky My tiny little box I’ll grab And I’ll finally let you come out, And you’ll grab me by the hand And with the knife you’ve been holding out You’ll make me bleed, until my life gives out | | Sunday, December 21st, 2008 | 11:41 am [scorpiolove891]
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Romance
"Romance" Hiding away in dark corners. Sneaking around in the night. Secrets kept, whispered words. I know it's wrong but it feels so right. Shadows lick the walls around us. You hold me in your arms and we kiss. I feel so confused as I return your embrace. Should we really be doing this? My heart and mind conflict each other. Torn apart two separate ways. I should feel guilty, I should feel bad. But at your touch my insides blaze. Maybe one day I will realize. This burning passion I cannot deny. I cannot refuse your gentle words. Or the love you supply. But still I am uneasy. Because there's always a chance. That someone will find out. About our romance. Current Mood: sick | | Wednesday, July 30th, 2008 | 7:30 pm [infinite_siren]
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Gravity And Wind
I sit in the on cold ground wind blowing my tears cigarette forgotten in my fingers soul torn and lost carried away rain covering my tears thoughts scrambled gravity has no hold here shivering against the cold dreaming of being blown away wishing that i was someone else this moment last only a second but i feel frozen in its time world turns under me peoples lives continue but i am alone in my second frozen and crying cigerette demaning attention burns my fingers time moves on and tears washed away trembling is the only traces left i sigh and move on unwilling the wind crys out my name wishing not to be alone but time is unfrozen and i must abide gravity hits hard as i fall from the wind embrace i crash hard shake of the rain and dirt and walk inside with tears left on the cold asphalt Mood | | Tuesday, July 29th, 2008 | 6:48 pm [dirtylitlemindz]
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Love's Letter Dreamt last night of love long lost, The first, the only, and what a cost, The price was high, the risk was great, He fucked with love, I fucked with hate, A single rose sits on the window sill, I remember the point where time stood still, The pain it ran right through my veins, The anger that drove this girl insane, I’ll hear his laugh till the end of time, When I get even with that partner in crime, Twist my words and chain me down, Tumble weeds roll throw this town, Where no lives but all the unknown, But their the story, still, well known, A letter from love blows through the wind, It tell the story of why she sinned, When the last piece is finally found, Her laugh will echo hates ghostly ground. | | Thursday, July 24th, 2008 | 4:46 pm [infinite_siren]
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Meowser! =^--^=
Hey just saying Hello Im new to LJ and not sure how it all works yet but Im here to share my poems and thoughts to anyone who wishes to read them :) and please do not hesitate to befriend me :) ~Pyriel~ Current Mood: accomplished | | Tuesday, June 17th, 2008 | 2:13 pm [john_jaman]
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Bukowski!
If this is spam, I'll totally take it down. I work for a movie website and as I was doing some research into what films we have buried in our archive, I discovered that we have Bukowski: Born Into This, and figured I'd try to spread the word. The movie deserves to be watched. ( Trailer behind the cut. )x-posted to as many places as humanly possible. :P | | Tuesday, March 18th, 2008 | 9:29 pm [babble_poet]
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The Desired One The Desired one, Dark... Mysterious... Dangerous...
I feel you from across the yonder plain, Your eyes... Cold... Empty...
A scar across the heart that beats feverishly neath the sullen mail upon your chest, A beat within the heart that bleeds to feel,
Touch, Touch me, and know what it is to feel... The desired one, whom no one desires, come away and learn of better things
A whore, woman of the night.... Feel with the one who feels nothing... Blissful ignorance of emotion.... Rapture in abandon of this pitiful romance we call love
Love, Life... Death... A beginning, and and end... Come. . . End your night with me..... Become, in one final careless act...
The Desired One.... | | Sunday, March 16th, 2008 | 8:18 pm [babble_poet]
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Perhaps... What if the sun didn't shine? Would the grass still be as vibrantly green? Would flowers still smell, And would the earth still thrive?
What if the moon had no glow? Would our evening of long awaited passion still have been as believable? Would fireflies lose their desire to twinkle? And would the stars still shine?
What if we had never walked? Would our lips have met in heated desire? Would your hand have grasped mine? And would we have become one?
What if you didn't really love me? Would my ferver for life be doused? Would I be lost without you by my side to guide me through the darkness of this worlds bland and empty despair?
Perhaps.
But I suppose we will never know. Current Mood: aggravatedCurrent Music: "Scarborough Fair" by Simon & Garfunkle | | Tuesday, November 27th, 2007 | 2:53 pm [mezmerizedfilth] |
Life is a four door sedan; I drive alone The road I cross is paved with optimism Yet As I drive on, it fades behind me. Outside the sun shines and birds sing I cannot feel the gentle warmth or hear Carefree chirps through my tinted barrier. So often I wish to stop and interact; I drive alone. Beauty and light fade to dusk The road turns to gravel And I drive alone. | | Tuesday, November 13th, 2007 | 3:09 am [tr0ubl3d_1]
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Its a bit funny You weep as i laugh I watch the blood overflow your perfect lips There is no remorse I only see the pain you try to inflict Upon me, upon her You remain alone No one really loves you Except those you loathe Or pretend to And it is so amusing So sweet to see suffering Deserved There could be no excuse For the bondage you trap them into The innocent ones you defile Feed them candy until their souls rot All they are is feed Give into the thirst for the virgin Her blood is pure as the tears uncried Unthought Of And come to me in the dreams That become so sickening I could cut flesh To escape this madness STEEL IMBEDS ITSELF smile
Current Music: anon | | Tuesday, November 6th, 2007 | 8:06 am [ravynbryce]
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Intensity INTENSITY
My soul cries out For pain ... so sweet Seeking another ... bonded to slavery The want ... the need Like a dagger thrusting deep Give me what I seek!
Pain ... intense ... the sensation soaring me! Current Mood: sadCurrent Music: AFI |
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