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Line for October 27-Nov 3 [27 Oct 2005|09:23pm]
sparetheselies
Sorry for missing a week...been swamped with college applications and schoolwork.

In honor of that...

missed it by a day
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how i imagine it... [27 Oct 2005|07:07pm]

flutterby_bitch
{this is my first post here... its the story of the way i hope the day i never want to happen happens... and it will happen...}

you walk out the door of the house you once called home and lead me to your car. Your parents lock the door, leaving the keys in the postbox and turn to find their children in the car waiting... all but one. you. they walk past us, silently, your mum smiling a goodbye. i see your whole family waiting for you in the landrover and all i can think is 'how can you do this? how can you take her away?'

i look at the ground, scared to look into the eyes ive got so used to drowning in. Silent tears run down my cheeks and my throat is tight. you shift a little and i hear a small sob escape your throat. i finally find the courage to look up and regret it almost immediately. Your eyeliner is smudged, your eyes blurry, but the thing that almost has me collapsing on the spot is the fact you lied all this time. i realised now when you said you didnt care it was just a front to protect your own breaking heart.

i give in, hugging you tightly, letting my tears fall onto your shoulder. we stand for a lifetime, wishing the moment could last forever, but you pull away all to soon. "please... just stay... you can stay at mine... or we'll find you somewhere... you're 18 now, you don't need to go," i say but i know it's useless. We've had conversations like this before. and you always give the same answer, "i have to go."

you tuck my hair behind my ears and sigh. you look into my eyes, like you're ready to say something, but then you look to the ground and stay quiet. "Bye bitch face..." you whisper and then you're gone.

i watch as the car pulls away, your face staring out the window, and wonder how i can stand there and watch you leave. it isnt fair. As you turn a corner and are finally gone from my sight the rain starts, light at first and then heavier until the heavens are pouring down. i collapse onto the ground shaking. i look up into the sky and cry until i have nothing left.

as you drove away you pulled my heart from my chest and anything else that mattered. i died that day.
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Shattered [15 Oct 2005|02:49pm]

crimsonchaos
The reflection of sorrow confused her. The music would be blazing through the house, her friends would be dancing all about her, and still her reflection would be fearful and haunted.

“I have never been happier in my life,” she told her mother, scrubbing away at the stains of alcohol on carpet. “Everything is fine.”

Her hair was black as the feathers of crows, and her eyes an icy blue. Running a jeweled comb through her locks, she contemplated sadness. What did it mean when the mirror called out to her this way, showing her frightened tears and twisted frowns? She couldn’t understand it.

She felt like a smile; glowing and happy, filled with inner warmth and songs of joy. Her clothing was sparkling; her laughter a bell. The people around her loved her; there were hands and lips and whispers. She was the center; she was the world. She was radiant.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, running fingers down her thighs. “Smile for me, angel.”

The mirror insisted on breaking illusions. She was happy, happy, happy, but it only showed her sorrow. She finally snapped, and returned the favor. The jeweled comb snapped in turn.

A mother swept up shattered glass, wondering where her happy child had gone.
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Line for October 10-16 [10 Oct 2005|01:20pm]
sparetheselies
the reflection of
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Trying not to. [10 Oct 2005|01:17pm]
sparetheselies
I want to study your style, form, and function
Remove your decorations as we dive into naturalized
pleasure - the measure of art is its purpose
Why are we here?
Did the Sculptor Upstairs get a commission from the Earth?
Or was it the other way around - we were found in a
jungle right?
Monkeys taking flight on a large scale.

You're hieratic -
He painted you as your beauty requires
Here you're higher than me a mere mortal.

I want drink to your name -
Your fame - your face that comes down
To kiss mine.
As I lie on this altar,
Trying not to cry at the sight of you
You're deified in my mind
I'm the sacrifice
that pleases you, appeases you
So you don't strike us down
_________________
Unfinished
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New line for September 28-October 5 [28 Sep 2005|11:15am]

inkstains
trying not to
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[18 Sep 2005|09:43pm]

__rini
Haven't posted in a while, haven't written in a while, and I'm not sure how this turned out. Please, tell me what you think?

I.

Maybe you know what you did.

Maybe you know why you regret it.

And maybe you have finally come to understand what it meant.

But do you know why you did it?

II. & III.Collapse )
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Line for September 13-September 20 [13 Sep 2005|09:37am]

inkstains
the weight of words


* This will be the last line I post for a while. I will be away on my honeymoon from September 19-September 25!
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Line for August 28 - September 4 [28 Aug 2005|01:17pm]
hier
rolling under our feet
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I couldn't [25 Aug 2005|02:33pm]
sparetheselies
I heard about you from a friend
and I couldn't believe it
I drove to your mother's house
but I couldn't bear to knock on the door
I went to your funeral
and I couldn't stop crying
I thought of our past adventures
and I couldn't help but smile
Then I thought of your laugh, and the laughs we shared, and all that we ever laughed at
And I realized that I couldn't stop laughing
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Line for August 16-August 23 [16 Aug 2005|05:26pm]

inkstains
I couldn't stop laughing
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Summertime memories [10 Aug 2005|08:58pm]

hanitious
Summertime memories come flooding back to me,
Remembering the long nights and warm days,
Laughter from the park,
Maybe a little to much red bull and way to much vodka.
Closeness that will never leave me
Even though we are all parted.
Remember talking of our last summer?
It is here and now,
On the edge of adulthood there’s no turning back.
Smiles filling my face when I recall those times,
Well-rounded bus drivers and a drag queen joke,
In-describable feelings towards the companionship under the sun,
I am grateful to you for making that summer such an amazing one.




+This was based on a summer I had two years ago when I had a massive group of close friends, it was the best summer ever and one I will always remember. +
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Line for August 9-August 16 [09 Aug 2005|06:53pm]

inkstains
summertime memories
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Hiatus [09 Aug 2005|09:02pm]
sparetheselies
Ok, I'm flying out to Paris tomorrow for a week and then taking a bus to Cologne, Germany for World Youth Day 2005. I'll be back on the 22nd.

Au revoir!

Oh, and I did a little pruning and removed members whose journals have been deleted.
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The stains on [05 Aug 2005|11:58am]

hanitious
The stains on my hands won’t come out, I keep on trying but all of my scrubbing is in vein, I just want to forget that night, what if the police see it, how could I explain my actions? No-one could understand, they're all idiots who refuse to take in their animal instinct. She’s gone, just like that, luckily I don’t think she has any family so no-one will wonder where she is or miss her, it was her fault, she kept on probing me with her questions day in day out, wanting me to be there for her when I couldn’t be. I should have never spent that one night with her, I knew I was her first female, I could feel it by the way she gave her body to me, the way she shuddered and moved in the moonlight. Why did I do it? I’m a sucker for weak people they make me feel strong, I can have them for what I want then leave them easily, but not this one, this one was different. What I done was okay, I saved a lot of people from having a weak deer in society, I am the lion I’m just doing what I’ve been put here to do.


This is faith_luna I've got a new journal. :)
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Line for August 2-9 [02 Aug 2005|03:44pm]
sparetheselies
I've become addicted to reading my friends' myspaces, and I forgot to add a line.

the stains on

Edit: Apparently I can't read the date off my own watch because I originally had written today as the first.
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I want to see [I know one day late but I couldn't help it!] [01 Aug 2005|10:59am]

faith_luna
Wondering around this magical world, I can see so much more than anyone else, I can reach my eyes for miles and I can fly over fields and forests, my eyes shut out all of the ugliness of the planet, I can touch your hair and face and dream of what it looks like, I can see you better than anyone else because I can see you for who you are. I can see your personality flying and touching souls and I can see your voice reaching the angles up in the heavens. I can see my dreams, I can see colour on a misty day, I can see through you. My vision maybe black but I can see better than any of you.
I promise my love, I see your face everywhere I turn.

Why would I want to see anything? When I can feel so much more.
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kind of new [25 Jul 2005|05:40pm]

_dyingdreams
They say that sometimes the sun blocks the eyes. That it flows over in dark rays keeping hidden the deepest of secrets. It is hard to say whether I fell in love with you or the image of you that the sun portrayed. Whether what I love is an idea or something real. I suppose this is difficult for me, having never truly felt love, to tell what I am feeling right now. An infatuation or the truth?

I'm not sure I entirely know.

What I really want is...

I want to see.
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Line for July 24 - 31 [24 Jul 2005|10:37pm]
sparetheselies
I want to see
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Line for July 15-July 22 [15 Jul 2005|11:47am]

inkstains
seven year itch
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