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Thursday, July 16th, 2009
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2:46 am - Hebephilic Justification.
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vulvectedsodomy
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To be thought of as a pervert.
To never be forgiven.
I cower from the world so my status can continue hidden.
Sought by hypocrites who have the "right" of say.
Who could it harm if it's just a click away?
This is not a disorder unlike the others.
Erectile Dysfunction from fucking their brother.
Our "malfeasance" is natural.
But the finger in our direction.
Infamy is in play, loss of erection.
Disregard all acts of good, the victim is none.
Self-satisfaction, our fists drenched in cum.
How can a God forgive such sin, when the followers condemn?
Affectation at its finest, in life all men would.
We are the people of the lowest, but no physical harm done.
How is that possible if we all die alone?
Vindicated Hebephilia or just a sorry excuse?
Feel better about yourself, since your stuck in your shoes.
(people are going bitch about this but its all good.)
current mood:  blank
current music: Fuck The Facts.
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(EnTeR My MiNd)
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| Tuesday, July 14th, 2009
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1:35 am - Disconnected Lines (in sestina form)
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fakeplastic03
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Not many mortals have seen the light Although they may have thought They did it was really a lie, The opposite of reality like a dream, But I am no dreamer and I know the world is a tower of Babel. No one person speaks the same tongue We all have our individual tongues From which blood is shed in the absence of light. We are blinded from our thoughts through babble, We are blinded from the thought That was painted by the artist of our dreams. Dreams which are really just lies Everyone is constantly babbling about these lies In their various tongues, Which are like the many types of dreams That can be seen in oh so many lights Illuminating our thoughts, Which no one understands over their own babbling Only in dreams can we transcend the tower of Babel Only in dreams is happiness not a lie Try to expand the dream through thought Keep the taste of it on your tongue Keep it with you during the hours of light, Hoping that your dream was not just a dream. But the truth is a dream is a dream . And so why do so many spend their time babbling About something that is gone with the first rays of light Only existing for the moment when you lie In bed with your eyes closed and your tongue Not sharing any thoughts Writing this poem is pointless because you are blind to my train of thought You can probably better understand your dreams Or even a foreign tongue Than this pointless babbling That I write as I lie At night but seeing much light Light is not as pleasant as it is thought, To be, I’d rather lie in bed and dream Than have to share visions of babbling tongues. Note: if people don't mind I'd appreciate some in depth feedback
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(EnTeR My MiNd)
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| Monday, July 13th, 2009
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11:15 am - Death by Reflection
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blue_moons169
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I look at her
She looks back
I smile at her
She smiles back
Suddenly her smile ceases
Her eyes widen and terror washes over her features
I reach out to her
She reaches backs
A quick flash of silver catches my eye
Her face is contorted in pain and her breathing is becoming shallow
I see the object causing her agony
I try to remove it but it wouldn't come out
Tears form in my eyes
Tears well up in her eyes too
But it's too late when I realize
The she is me
current mood:  sleepy
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(EnTeR My MiNd)
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| Sunday, July 12th, 2009
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8:31 pm - 151
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zhay_rar
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You whispered secrets my ears are priviledged to hear
I smiled and cried and laughed and wept all day
When twilight fell I tied the ribbon in a foolish way
You laughed, stood up danced,you glimmered and opened my eyes to see what's beyond
it stinged, it hurt, it smelled, it taste
Of heaven, of pleasure, of hell, of life,
Of you, of me, of what's keeping us in between
It swelled, the delicious fragility of this travesy
And deep inside we knew its never gonna stop, the notes would never leave
The mist would just hang in the air
Forever, maybe, but we wouldn't care
We'd walk and enter the dim-lit room, nothing to guide us, nothingness is enough
And that's where we'd still laugh and wish
Together, us..the phantoms..the ghosts..in autumn,
The leaves are akin to fall.
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(EnTeR My MiNd)
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| Thursday, July 9th, 2009
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12:12 pm - Feeling so dissilusioned
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hasagashi
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Its funny in a sad way.
growing up, i was always sure that i had my life figured out. I was going to be a famous artist and poet, sell my paintings, be shown at the most world famous art galleries, go to all the poetry slams. I wasn't going to try, I was going to do it.I was told all through school I could do it, that I had the ability and potential. I was so set on it. my heart was set on it.
Fast forward a few years.
the dream all but dies at the cruel hands of reality.
I work full time at a job I absolutely hate, up to my eyeballs in debt, no time or money for college, reading, writing, painting, anything.
Paid terrible and work my ass off, only to spend any spare time trying to gather my energy up.
I feel so dissilusioned. Of course this is not how I saw my life to end up. I was going to be the next Salvador Dali, the next Da Vinci, the next Frida Kahlo.
Silly, i know. But I believed it. i really did.
Can anyone relate? any advice?
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(1 ThOuGhT | EnTeR My MiNd)
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| Tuesday, July 7th, 2009
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12:04 pm - Stronger
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dragonraid
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Thank you for never believing in me
Never trusting
Never loving
Yeah, thank you for not caring
Where would I be
If it weren't for you?
Oh, I don't know
Somewhere better
For sure
Thanks for thinking I'm lazy
Thanks for never watching
Never looking for
Never seeing me for me
I do more things
Than you would ever know
Thanks for telling me
I'm wasting my time
Throwing my life away
Yeah, I figured you would never
Understand
This life is complicated
But I like it
It's mine
So thank you
For never believing in me
Without you
I'll be that much stronger
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(1 ThOuGhT | EnTeR My MiNd)
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| Monday, July 6th, 2009
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10:35 pm - Disconnected Lines
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fakeplastic03
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The world is like a tower of Babel,
No one person speaking the same tongue,
And even if they did speak the same tongue,
It would be a different accent ,
Impossible to interpret.
Because we all sit in our individual towers of indecipherable speech,
It became indecipherable through our own doing,
Indecipherable because of our fears,
The fear that no one understands.
We say we're on the same page
But can we truly be on the same page as another?
No, we cannot.
Everyone has their own page.
You can try to be on someone else's page
But you will fail
Efforts of understanding are futile
As trying to catch the fireworks that light up the night sky.
People hear without understanding,
People talk without thinking.
Words like snowflakes fall
And disappear
Into utter nothingness.
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(2 ThOuGhT | EnTeR My MiNd)
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4:35 pm - From the Inside
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tantric_storm
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Fingers
sting electric tip to tip Arms
spread like angel wings
Kneck
kinked pretty and painful Head
layed to face the sunshine
Legs
were firmly planted Legs
tipping forward over the edge
Legs
loosing the ledge the ground
Fingers
flattened against wind Arms
cold rigid and strong
Neck
pulsing with blood an adrenaline Head
taking in the rush the cold
Soul
watching that empty shell
broken scared angry
hit the ground
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(EnTeR My MiNd)
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| Wednesday, July 1st, 2009
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2:50 am
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jmcnatton
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Life without you is like
A boat that's lost its sail.
It drifts along, going nowhere
In particular, never stopping
To look at the stars or the sea.
It is lost, wandering endlessly on,
Wondering where it should go.
It longs for its old friend,
Hoping that someday, the sail
Will come back again.
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(1 ThOuGhT | EnTeR My MiNd)
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| Saturday, June 20th, 2009
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1:48 am - Aishiteru
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hasagashi
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Little expressions of love Little messages to you Hoping you’ll hear my tiny whisper “aishiteru” Tears fill my eyes as this realization comes to my heart “aishiteru” |
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(EnTeR My MiNd)
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| Wednesday, June 17th, 2009
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10:25 pm - broken wings
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| Monday, June 15th, 2009
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1:24 am
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buggerthis22
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I wrote this when I was like 15 or 16...
"A Moment"
She loves this
She loves having this moment
She loves feeling like this
She's happy
If only for a moment
She feels like everything could be all right
She feels like she might win the fight
She thinks she can make it through
Even without you
But then the moment's gone
And she doesn't belong
Because life...
Life has to go on.
current mood: bored
current music: Star Wars: Force Unleashed
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(EnTeR My MiNd)
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| Saturday, June 13th, 2009
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4:23 pm - Heaven's Hammer
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hasagashi
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The angel is hammering at the demon Bashing her pretty seductive face in Breaking her horns All with a angelic heavenly smile on her face Silly little demon girl What makes her think she deserves wings to fly? Silly demon Only perfect, pure angels can have wings to fly
And with a Christian smile on her pretty face
She brings the righteous hammer down Bash bash bash Bash in her pretty little head Bash in her pretty skull Bash in her sinful horns Smash Smash Smash
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(1 ThOuGhT | EnTeR My MiNd)
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| Thursday, June 11th, 2009
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2:02 am - My Venom is Love
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cerydwen_ink
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Once upon a time
there was
a happily ever after
and once upon a time
we had nothing
but laughter
and well once upon a time
i saw forever
hidden in the moonlight
behind your eyes
and wolves screamed to mother moon
touch the earth
and he would swoon
for me
for only me
just to be
perfectly together
and i bared a toothy grin
sunk my teeth into skin
smooth and beautiful
drawing out his life
his soul
showing him the happiness
of a person
who wasn't whole
and once upon a time
i thought i saw forever
i heard his laughter
felt happily ever after
my poison grin
sunk into flesh
and there was love within
and the moon left the earth
my world
and left wolves to cry
unheard of things in my direction
putting a caption to my
venom heart
I live to die
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(EnTeR My MiNd)
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| Saturday, June 6th, 2009
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6:28 pm - Crazy Poems
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novembers_child
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Hi there! My name’s Kate and I would like to announce to you the creation of a new LJ community called ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) crazy_poems. It is a group for sharing poetry related to mental illnesses of any kind. So far we are a small community, but very kind and supportive. We have a wide variety of experience and skill spanning from high school amateurs to professional, published poets. Our creative members are dealing with disorders like depression, schizophrenia, bipolar, borderline, and bulimia. If you have mental health issues, I’d encourage you to join our talented group of poets and begin sharing your work. Thanks! Here’s a sample of the kind of poetry that can be found on crazy_poems "Shadow Dancer"
In storm, there comes a stranger,
Cloaked in shame and sorrow,
To whisper in night of torch-lit tombs,
And the blissful realm of no tomorrow.
A phantom of the mind,
He reigns above in blackest day,
Poisoning dreams with deadly themes,
Taunting spirits in bloody play,
In darkness, hunting mortal prey.
Shadow Dancer, Dream Romancer -
Take my pain and fly away.
Soul Enchanter, Necromancer -
Human instincts we'll betray.
Rescue me, dark stranger,
Carry me on unseen wings,
Answer my sepulchral song,
With the peace your answer brings.
Shadow Dancer, Dream Romancer -
Take my pain and fly away.
Soul Enchanter, Necromancer -
Make my forever begin today. -Kate
current mood:  creative
current music: "January Stars" by George Winston
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(2 ThOuGhT | EnTeR My MiNd)
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5:35 pm - feeling kinda blaa today
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lusiphur117
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The Perdition City By: Kristopher Elliott I write today Because I feel like writing Because I need to write something I feel like I am Dragging my knuckles Across a paved interstate Leading to a perdition city Grains caught between the gaps Loosely packed in like immigrants To a new world Mirroring the idea of what was Left behind From What’s still to come? The unknown scares me at time Scares me to the point where all I can thing to do Is Laugh I’m cleaning the dust Blood off My hands Because I have arrived Only to find The world I have come too Just like the one I left many years ago….
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(1 ThOuGhT | EnTeR My MiNd)
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| Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009
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9:11 pm - My magnum's got 50 calibur words
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grimmnoumenon
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they have some much to say when it revolves around a buisiness model, but no words that revolve around a sense of humor
social rascist bullies and i stand up to them, "Cut that shit out," as the room goes quiet. Who cares where they came from
or what they believe anymore: infinite ignorance ends any intelligent comments come sputtering still and we're both aging so fast so fast
and we'll be replaced so quick so quick
justlikethat
we've become the old
angry
olden
age
that
no one
listens to
anymore.
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(EnTeR My MiNd)
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| Thursday, May 14th, 2009
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8:06 pm - I Steal Your Words
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jonny_b_bad
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Aren't you paying attention
Execellent
Time to make my poetic interception
Deviant
That doesn't make sense
Abnormal?
I enjoy the odd pretense
Gullible
I wouldn't lie to you
Deceptive?
Didn't I just use that synonym too?
Perceptive
I now steal your words
Puzzled
What you just written is a stanza of turds
Muddled
current mood: blah
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(EnTeR My MiNd)
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| Thursday, May 7th, 2009
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4:40 pm - coffee break to contemplate 10950 days
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callmemrpurpose
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Goals
Ever-present duties to self
Reminders of self-worth or a lack thereof.
Nothing like little trinkets in a display case
Goals are virtually useless to look at.
A blessing to work towards,
a plague to have and not.
"I'm still young I guess - there's plenty of time."
I say 'still' not because I feel lucky
But because I'm hyper-aware of being almost 30
and every step closer is more conscious of itself.
I say 'plenty of time' not because I believe it
But to convince myself out of a dull anxiety.
Time is dragging it's anchor of the past behind me
burdening the whole process
cutting a bottomless valley for lost memories
as I forge ahead like an ass.
"These kid's are a different generation..." You say.
I shouldn't expect to understand them.
"I suppose there is a gap."
But I don't even understand my generation.
I just drink my caffeine, smoke my cigarettes
you talk to me and I meditate on eternity.
Then it's back to work.
Some job. Somewhere.
It's doesn't really matter.
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(1 ThOuGhT | EnTeR My MiNd)
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