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Saturday, September 2nd, 2006

Subject:RE: submissions@asidmagazine.com
Posted by:asid_mag.
Time:1:40 pm.
Now accepting 400-800 word short stories, free form poetry, and black and white photography for our upcoming issues!

Please visit asidmagazine.com!
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Friday, August 4th, 2006

Subject:aSID mag!
Posted by:asid_mag.
Time:5:56 pm.
We are now accepting writing, art, and photography submissions for our September issue.

Come check it out at www.asidmagazine.com!

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Tuesday, July 18th, 2006

Posted by:asid_mag.
Time:3:08 pm.
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Subject:Please visit our website:
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Time:3:00 pm.
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Monday, June 5th, 2006

Subject:New writing community
Posted by:deepdownwithin.
Time:10:19 pm.
Hello there,
I would like to make notice of a new writing community me and my friends are in the process of creating at paper_Identity with dozens of writing options and guarenteed literary feedback from the Mods.
So feel free to join :)

http://community.livejournal.com/xpaper_identity/profile
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Sunday, May 21st, 2006

Subject:Newbie here
Posted by:thebprt.
Time:10:13 am.
Mood: accomplished.
Hey everyone. I'm new at lj, but not new to writing. I've been at in since I was twelve and kept writing since.  I have a pretty large collection of both poetry and prose; this is only one of them.
Enjoy. 
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Friday, April 21st, 2006

Subject:Hi Everyone!
Posted by:dear_tipper.
Time:4:05 am.
Mood: artistic.
I'm new to this Live Journal stuff, but recently a few friends convinced me that my own personal journals were worth reading and possible publishing, so I'm transcribing them onto the net here at LJ. I'd like feedback and comments and things like that as much as possible. But please be kind and keep in mind that I am properly dating them to when they were written. I started them at 13, so don't judge them by an adults standards. They grew with me. You'll see the growth, I swear, it's slow, but it's there. please, any and all comments welcome, unnecessary flames will of course be deleted.
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Thursday, March 30th, 2006

Subject:Butterfly Wings
Posted by:junk_theatre.
Time:1:24 am.
Another poem, called 'Butterfly Wings'. Not entirely happy with this one. Um, what more can I say? It's a poem about wasting a day. A month. A life.

Butterfly Wings

I swim through the summer days with a long, lazy breastroke
Floating a while on my back to make room for a dream or two
Whispering secrets to a sun that lies in the sky above
A sun that touches my face with it’s long fingers of light.

I smoke this cigarette like it’s packed with thoughts and feelings and memories
And breathe empty messages onto the street for the passing crowd
Drinking coffee to make the minutes turn into hours
Searching for meaning in a scatter of empty cafés.

I scrawl empty words onto empty pages as a tired song plays on
Filling book after book with made-up memories and unfulfilled months
Stopping every few moments to ask a question that’s never answered
And to gaze into a weary sky whose promise never grows old.

And then I sink beneath the surface to hide out for a while
I crawl beneath the undergrowth to breathe to think to breathe
And then I re-emerge to trek the endless river flows
To touch hands with the sun once more, to touch hands with the sun.
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Friday, February 10th, 2006

Subject:Kuletos (an ode to grimy sunsets)
Posted by:junk_theatre.
Time:3:58 pm.
Hi I'm new to this community too! This is a pretty short piece I wrote. It's about the point in my last relationship when I knew it was over. Feedback would be GREAT!

Kuletos (An ode to grimy sunsets)

Because I dream of night in an empty cocktail bar
Where the clouds fold over against the grimy sky
And the roads glisten with illusion.

Where your eyes alone speak their truth to me
And the sound of rain hides the beat of my pulse
As the barman stares intently across the candlelit tables.

This is my recurring dream.

Where my mind is spirited down a river of thought
Driftwood lost in a mess of rapids
A cocktail of milk, chocolate liqueur and heartache.

Where the only thing left to speak of
Are the photographs of old Helsinki
Empty promises, weary dreams and sun-bleached memories.

This is my recurring dream.

And when the night is finally at its end
And the clouds wash clear of the sky
When the glass lies empty on the darkened table.

When it’s time to leave and stalk the sullen streets
And clench my beliefs away in my pocket
And dream of night in an empty cocktail bar.

This is my recurring dream.
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Tuesday, December 6th, 2005

Subject:dorky little thing i wrote
Posted by:awibs.
Time:8:36 pm.
I have much longer, more comprehensive peices I am working on, but for now, here's a dorky little thing I just wrote. Critiques highly welcomed! x-posted to several communities.

Adam
by TC

His name is Adam, the original man. I finally experience what it means to be an alter to the Goddess, a drop of yin, a part of the feminine aspect of the All by any other name, through loving a man called "girly" and "gay" to match every time I've been called "boyish" and "butch," and so ironically, archtypically named.

He is me but the opposite of me, myself reversed in the mirror. Though given all the opposite things to work with we ended up in the same place, facing, contemplating each other through the looking glass. And I am fascinated.

I adore him. I want to sink myself in sensory experience, to taste the color and breathe to the rhythm of him. I want to drink him up, his being, his is-ness, the blue mixed with the green of his eyes, the gentle concern mixed with the bold aspiration of his spirit. I want to kiss him until I drown in the pitter-patter flow of his thoughts, to learn the code for communication so thoroughly we sing into each other with the electricity through the contact points at each fingertip. I want to wrap myself up in the safeness of his presence like a blanket, then shake him back out into Adam-shape for me to hold. I dream not of being one with him, but separate and wrapped around each other savoring the touch of harmonic tones. I need to be me to run my palms over his strong arms, to kiss every freckle on his shoulders and nose. I want to trace the curve of his pouty lower lip and bury my fingers in his thick brown hair. I want to sketch the ripples of his broad, wiry back in space, bury my face in the musky, sexual smell of where he and I blend, and lick the sweat off the pale skin along his hipbone, narrow and jutting out in that delightful way boy hips do. I want to know him that I might know me, that in discovery of each other we might reveal ourselves. I am fascinated, enamored; and I don't want to waste a drop.

Adam. The name of a million others, and the name of mine alone.
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Tuesday, August 16th, 2005

Subject:PUBLISH-THIS.COM "The site where authors and publishers meet"
Posted by:darkzeer.
Time:1:51 pm.
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Monday, August 15th, 2005

Posted by:jazxxxxxxxx.
Time:2:19 pm.
poetic

+A Poetry Rating Community.

-Jazzy
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Sunday, July 10th, 2005

Posted by:bmynameisbunny.
Time:7:51 pm.

hey, i'm new.  my name is colleen, this looks like an amazing community.

here.. is.. something...

dont really know what to call thisCollapse )

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Friday, June 10th, 2005

Subject:i think this community is amazing, i wish i had found it sooner
Posted by:____porcelain__.
Time:10:23 pm.
Mood: contemplative.

these are some old and new poems. i've never shown them to anyone before 

grass stained jeans and incompletesCollapse )

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Monday, May 16th, 2005

Subject:once when no one was looking
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:8:08 pm.
Mood: cheerful.
Once, when no one was looking…

I danced a wild dance, I was happy, I was free,
I shouted out a song that was only heard by me;
I stared into a prickle bush, to see what I could see,
I ran around in circles on my tiptoes – crazy me. :)
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Thursday, May 12th, 2005

Subject:asleep again
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:11:09 pm.
Mood:asleep.
Everything that you made come alive in me
Has fallen asleep again
And I can no longer convince myself that I am okay
Because I am not okay.
And though I want you to be happy
Part of me wishes I wasn’t so understanding
And that I knew how to say what I wanted
Instead of letting everyone else make the decisions about my feelings for me.
There’s nothing I want do to change anything
I just wish I could go back.
And erase everything that happened
So I won’t have it in my memory.
I guess it’s okay though
I like my heart better when it’s sleeping
Because then I can’t remember what it’s like
To be awake.
Comments: Splatter Paint My Masterpiece.

Wednesday, May 11th, 2005

Subject:"plague"
Posted by:_ganzy_.
Time:9:21 pm.
Mood: exanimate.
dig
dig
i've given you the shovel
so dig to solve the puzzle

because maybe
someone else will recognize my fate
someone else will see the problems made
created each and every time
i try to step across the line
the line that my heart won't let me cross
this accounts for my total loss

you can't see
until you've reached a certain level
you can't ever understand
'cause even i am fighting with the rebel
my own heart's rebelling against me
more problems than the eyes can see
no way that they could never be
making my life so depressing

this is a virus
infecting every part of me
everything i used to do
fell apart when nobody could see
not even i knew what went wrong
i never knew it would last so long
no one could see with their two eyes
they had to see from deep inside their minds

but if you go too far
you won't want to go on
the deeper you go
the more the risk of losing yourself too
i say this just because i know
no matter which way you choose to go
it's not that you'll move yourself too slow
it's just that my heart is a black hole

this is a virus
infecting every part of me
everything i used to do
fell apart when nobody could see
not even i knew what went wrong
i never knew it would last so long
no one could see with their two eyes
they had to see from deep inside their minds

were the signs
too complicated for you
or were you not listening
just like i had told you that you'd do
you didn't believe me at the time
once again i had crossed the line
you were too shocked with its sublime
i told you that i would not be fine

but you thought i was exaggerating
wrote me off as typical cliché
i am nothing like it
excuse me miss i'll tell you once again
this is not exaggerating
this is not out of proportion
what i tell you is what it is
so why
so why don't you get it

the signs were probably too deep
now i have brought myself to weep
again i cry on the inside
but not before it tells a lie
the lie is that everything's alright
you wouldn't even put up a fight
'cause your human reflex tells you to
you'll never go farther than what you
care to see
with your own two eyes
and if you do, beware
'cause a sickness comes out in the night...
Comments: Splatter Paint My Masterpiece.

Subject:a year after death
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:11:59 am.
Mood: crazy.
the shortest poem I think I've ever written in my entire life.



a year after death

In a photograph not quite misplaced
Lies a memory not quite displaced
And a smile that's not quite replaced.
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Tuesday, May 10th, 2005

Subject:in the middle of the night
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:4:26 pm.
Mood: peaceful.
Write. It's what I do in the middle of the night.

In the middle of the night
When everything is still,
I curl up with my blanket
Pick up my forgotten quill,
Collect my scattered memories
Ink I freely spill
Then I fall asleep exhausted
To sleep and dream my fill.
Comments: Splatter Paint My Masterpiece.

Monday, May 9th, 2005

Subject:alone..
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:10:48 pm.
Mood: sleepy.
a song..not the best in the world, but it was around 2 in the morning when i wrote it..so i can't complain too much :)

i am alone...Collapse )
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Sunday, May 8th, 2005

Subject:dear mum
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:9:36 pm.
Mood: restless.
To my mum. I really don’t know how she puts up with me. I’d die if I had to raise a teenager like myself…



Dear mom,

I thought I had a thousand words to say
That somehow would convey how much you mean to me,
But I can’t remember a single one.
I thought I’d show you in a million different ways
That everything you try to teach me has sunk in…(at least a little)
But it’s past midnight already, and still haven’t done a single one.
I had grand plans
But they didn’t amount to anything,
Because they only would have lasted for a moment
And my heart wasn’t in them.
I know we don’t agree on a lot of things
(okay, almost everything)
But all of my independence and fire, I got from you.
Every once in a while I catch myself
Saying something that you would say,
Or doing something that you would do
And then I try to convince myself that it’s a bad thing
To be just like you.
But it’s really not a bad thing at all
Because I already am you.
Opinions don’t really matter, it’s what lies underneath the skin
That makes a person big or small, depending
On the size of his heart.
I’m not going to lie to you and say I’m sorry
For everything I’ve done or said or been
I’m not going to promise something
That I might break.
There’s nothing I can tell you that will make it all right
Save this one thing:

I love you.
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Tuesday, May 3rd, 2005

Subject:ode to a pen
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:5:14 pm.
Mood: bouncy.
an ode to a pen, per request of blearyeyedme ;)

Ode to a penCollapse )
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Friday, April 29th, 2005

Subject:a sunday afternoon
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:4:29 pm.
Mood: silly.
I've just decided to try and write poems based on random feelings, objects, or anything at all...which is probably going to result in a lot of crap poetry, but it's just for practice! :) so, here is my first, about a sunday afternoon.

A Sunday AfternoonCollapse )
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Thursday, April 28th, 2005

Subject:ode to a shoe
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:9:59 pm.
Mood: bouncy.
I'm feeling especially random today, so i decided to write a poem about a random object, and the object i decided on was...my SHOE! ;)

Ode to a shoeCollapse )
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Subject:"the final goodbye"
Posted by:_ganzy_.
Time:6:29 pm.
Mood: worried.
go ahead tell me you don't need me
you're still too damn blind to see me
i told you that you'd never believe me
step into my life and be me

but you can't
you'd be frightened
all that i put up with
too scared to be enlightened
too scared to see who i am
scared of what you're hearing
you'd be petrified 'til the end
here we go again

how many times
how many times
'til you get it
how many weeks
how many years
'til you get it
you're just so oblivious
maybe you can't help it
you've become like the rest of the world
and i'm still here

doesn't this sound like
every other thing that i've written
how many times
will i have to say it before you understand
i don't know why i do it
cause nowadays it serves me no point
it's just getting worse
my life is always bending like a joint

how many times
how many times
'til you get it
how many weeks
how many years
'til you get it
you're just so oblivious
maybe you can't help it
you've become like the rest of the world
but i'm always here



i don't know why i do it
it's the same all the time
it just keeps getting worse
and nobody cares to hear it
i've lost the motivation
to write and to live
so this will be the last
until the very end



i have nothing more to do
but die
this life serves no purpose
but to die
i should be doing His work
or should i die
i'm not doing anything
this means i die

what have i done to keep myself here
what have i done to make it right
what have i done for God himself
what have i done for the world tonight
i see it rotting and yet i do nothing
i see it crumble and i sit and observe
i see the people who ruin the world now
i see the people and all i do is die

a part of me is gone
a part of me is gone
why not take the rest of me
a part of me is gone forever

i have lost it
i have lost it
i have lost it
i have lost it
but i cannot
figure out what
what it was but
i have lost it

i need to figure out
before the rest of me dies
i need to figure out
before the rest of me dies
i need to figure out
before the rest of me dies
before the rest of me dies

this is goodbye
this is goodbye
first this part of me
then the rest of me
goodbye


all of you will never have known me
until i die
you never bothered to see within
and you can't when i die
but you couldn't when i lived
it was too deep for you to go
i told you this
i told you this
and nothing i wanted to show
ever came out
ever came out
ever came out
ever came out

this is farewell
at least this part of me
but i get the feeling
that the rest is going too
the rest is going too
and if it must
and if it must
know that you
never cared for me
for me
for me



it was just too deep for anyone to see
this wasn't your fault
but i never
but i never
chose to be this way
it's how i was
it's how i was
i couldn't change
i couldn't change
i don't think
anyone could ever get so deep
so in that respect
i was all alone
every level of my soul
alone
no matter how deep it got
alone
even in the shallow
i was alone
but will i be
will i be now
where i am
or where i'm going
i still don't know
i still don't know
and i won't until
the rest of me dies
and when it does...






i'm sorry
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Tuesday, April 26th, 2005

Subject:when all the world's washed clean
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:6:32 pm.
Mood: happy.
”WhenCollapse )
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Posted by:thedinster.
Time:7:00 pm.
Mood: cranky.

Worthless

I'm worthless, like an empty bag
Beaten by the winds,
I'm tattered, like an ancient rag,
Eaten by my sins.

I lost you, you were in my arms
And yet you slipped away,
I'm drained, I'm damaged and I'm harmed,
You flew and did not stay.

I tried my best to be the best,
I loved you more than life,
Yet grief was my pitiless guest,
In seas of tears I dive.

Alas, I'm but a piece of dirt,
I can't deny it's true
That I'm a worthless nothing,
Not good enough for you.

Comments: Splatter Paint My Masterpiece.

Subject:a breath..
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:12:58 pm.
Mood: pensive.
The fleeting image outlined in coal,
The passing glimpse of a haunted soul;
The fatal spark of a man not free
The dull silence, of a breath not breathed.
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Friday, April 15th, 2005

Subject:a single drop.
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:1:57 pm.
Mood: thoughtful.
And when the tale is heard
And the echo fades away,
In memory it is burned
For eons, there to stay.

To ever produce a crimson tear
It has life that yet goes on,
To ever bring forth it's crimson fear
In the shadows of darkened song.
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Wednesday, April 13th, 2005

Subject:Forbidden Dreams
Posted by:thedinster.
Time:6:53 pm.
Mood: cranky.

Forbidden Dreams

A dream is a mirror of our minds,
Reflecting what we feel,
The images we slumber in
Duplicate the real.

If happiness is where we live
Or it’s within our reach,
We also smell it in our dreams,
How heavenly is each!

If fury bubbles through our blood,
It leaks into our sleep,
When we awaken, still we fume
The bitterness grows deep.

If, alas, the future cries
With tragedies so grim,
Then even reveries can weep
And sink most dark and dim.

Yet sometimes, dreams are messengers
And haunt our every thought,
What we attempt to wipe away
Before our fears is brought.

Many a day we dread the hour
Of darkest, blackest night,
For then our dreams remind us
Of what is really right.

You ask, how can it be so?
The facts you still deny,
Thus, you shiver in your dreams
You know they never lie.

Eventually you must accept
What you cannot put aside,
For you remember every night
From dreams you cannot hide.

Comments: Splatter Paint My Masterpiece.

Subject:love me..
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:8:26 am.
Mood: recumbent.
Watch me
But don't single me out
Or I will run away.
Talk to me
In whisper, never shout
Or i will be afraid.
Protect me
But please don't tell me so
Let me think myself i keep.
Love me
Never let me go
But only tell me when i sleep..
Comments: Splatter Paint My Masterpiece.

Thursday, April 7th, 2005

Subject:the control of the poison.
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:4:51 pm.
Mood: weird.
there. :) thank you to _open_eyes_ for giving me the idea to turn it into a song, which i just did! it desperately needs the tune to be complete (well..tune as in a bunch of super crunchy electric guitars) but i can't post a tune, so the words will just have to do.


The Control of the Poison

This poison seeping through my veins
Does naught but remind me of this pain
This shame.
I cannot escape
I cannot escape

It takes me nowhere but I cannot leave
Forever trapped in it’s filthy misery
Let me be
It won’t let me leave
It won’t let me leave

(chorus)
I run away
Only to return
I’m falling deeper
I never learn…
I never learn.


It torments me it controls my mind
Peace and rest I cannot find
Who am I.
It’s making me so blind
It’s making me so blind.

Until I give cause I can’t take it
I need it I hate it but I can no longer fake it
I am here.
Surrounded by this fear
Surrounded by this fear.

(chorus)
I run away..
Only to return
I’m falling deeper
I never learn…
I never learn

I want to run away
(I want to run away)
But it makes me stay
(but it makes me stay)
I cannot get away
(I can’t get away)
Can’t somebody save me? (nobody can save me) ( nobody will save me..)

(pause)

Chorus-with background echo
I run away (I run away)
Only to return (only to return)
I’m falling deeper (deeper)
I never learn I never learn

I run away (I run away)
It makes me return (makes me return)
I’m going under (under)
I never learn, I never learn………

Oh I never learn..
Comments: Splatter Paint My Masterpiece.

Wednesday, April 6th, 2005

Posted by:thedinster.
Time:9:56 pm.

People, join my Vampire forum!!

.::Damned In Blood::.

Join, or be bitten!

Comments: Splatter Paint My Masterpiece.

Tuesday, April 5th, 2005

Subject:the control of the poison.
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:9:13 pm.
Mood: quixotic.
The control of the poison.



This poison.
Seeping through my veins
Does naught
But remind me of this pain.
This shame.
I cannot escape

It takes me nowhere
But I cannot leave.
Forever trapped
In it’s filthy misery.

I run away
Only to return.
I’m falling deeper,
I never learn.

It torments me,
It controls my mind.
Peace and rest
I cannot find.

Until I give in,
My body can’t take it.
I need it. I hate it.
But I can no longer fake it.


….and I have absolutely no idea why I just wrote that. I’ve never touched it, not in my whole life…although sometimes it seems that it would be so easy to just take it now, as a fix, a quick fix. But it doesn’t last, it won’t last..it will only leave me worse than when I started….and probably more alone than I ever was.
Comments: 2 Painted - Splatter Paint My Masterpiece.

Monday, April 4th, 2005

Subject:they don't notice me..
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:10:46 pm.
Mood: restless.
This has a hidden meaning…I hope you can find it.

“I walk a lonely road, on the boulevard of broken dreams….”

This lonely road
This empty street
I am surrounded, submerged in people
They swirl all around me
They are all acutely aware of everyone else..
And yet completely oblivious
(they don’t notice me)

I talk to them
I laugh with them
(but they don’t notice me)
We are great friends, them and I
We know everything about each other
They even know what my favorite kind of ice cream is
(but they don’t notice me)

I am surrounded, submerged in the crowd
Going with them, being them
(but they don’t notice me)
I am here. They are here.
We are all here together
We belong to each other
We are each other
(but they don’t notice me….)



another poem on the same line..sortof.

I am all alone

On this lonely road
On this empty street
Littered with the tatters
And shreds of broken dreams

Why am I surrounded
And yet no one is there
Why do I feel like screaming
And still not want to share.
(I am, all alone.)
Comments: Splatter Paint My Masterpiece.

Sunday, April 3rd, 2005

Subject:The Only Deed That Makes Me Cry
Posted by:thedinster.
Time:7:23 pm.
Mood: crazy.

Heylo all!! I am new to this community.

Here is a poem of mine to give y'all a flavour of my musings.

The Only Deed That Makes Me Cry

You can beat me, you can bite me,
You can rip my life to shreds,
You may cut me, you can whip me,
And destroy me till I’m dead.

You can hurt me and betray me,
You can shout and you can lie,
Do whatever your heart pleases,
None of this will make me cry.

I will please you, I will tease you,
I’ll bow to your every whim,
In my joy I’ll make you happy,
Without you my life is grim.

But please tell me that you love me,
Promise me that you will stay,
I without you am in tatters,
I can’t bear to see the day.

We were happy, we were perfect,
You know that our love was rare,
Lively, vivid and electric,
Bringing sparks into the air.

And without you I am garbage,
Every day I toil and weep,
I am tempted by sharp objects,
And tears drown me in my sleep.

So come, make my life worth living,
Wake perfection back to life!
Into strong and sweet affection
You and I can gladly dive.

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Saturday, April 2nd, 2005

Subject:inbetween....
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:4:07 pm.
Mood:inbetween.
Dedicated to, and written for, one of my best friends

What can I say when I feel nothing? No joy, no happiness, no pain. When everything is silent, not a sound pervades the dark. When my mind is as dense as mercury, and twice as poisonous. When I think, yet have no thoughts; when I sleep, and still get no rest. To cry and have no tears; to run – always run, and yet be falling; to dance while I am perfectly still. To smile, and yet somehow be frowning; to whisper, and yet be screaming. When I know, and yet know absolutely nothing; to live when I am dying, to laugh when I am crying; to act like everything everyone else thinks I should be, and hate it – hate it with my whole being, and yet to still continue……to be. with no reason or purpose, stuck in this place I created for myself.
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Thursday, March 31st, 2005

Subject:i was not pulled back....
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:4:02 pm.
Mood: indifferent.
I haven’t any idea why this popped into my head during the middle of english class, but I was reminded…it must have been 5 or 6 years ago by now. I didn’t even really know him…I guess his death affected me more than I know though, for it to pop out unawares 6 years later.

Take this hollow shell I am,
Bury me, I’ll return to sand.
I have naught to do with love, or play;
Dig my grave. There let me stay.
Don’t drag me up, and make me breath;
I want no life in memory.
Now I am gone, my pain choked short.
I cannot feel. Don’t grieve my abort.
I care not for what you think,
I stood an eternity upon the brink
Waiting – waiting
I was not pulled back.
I fell. A rush.
Then sight was black.
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Tuesday, March 29th, 2005

Subject:easter..a little late
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:9:41 pm.
Mood: loved.
hear the clink of the nails as they pierce his hands,
as they beatup, hit, and harass this man.
and still he stands.
takin' the blows, he's the son of man.
blood drips on the sand
he's doin' it for this motherland.
to give us a chance,
to enter his daddy's glory.
the agony he suffered,
is now the greatest story.
it was love
that made him bleed and cling to a tree,
it was love
that's why he took the pain and agony,
it was love
that made him die so you and i could see,
it's his love
that lets us live eternally.
Comments: 2 Painted - Splatter Paint My Masterpiece.

Monday, March 28th, 2005

Subject:heyo
Posted by:ashrayne.
Time:1:52 pm.
Mood: amused.
heyo. i'm just a girl lol but your community sounds quite interesting, so i joined. we should get more people :)

here's a poem to start it off:

a rustle in the trees
a raindrop in the wind
a light that no one sees
lead a shattered heart to mend...
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