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broken [04 Apr 2012|01:38pm]

lilaholland12
[ mood | aggravated ]

the sky is falling
i am running.
always away never towards.
pieces pelt me
crack
broken
irreprarable.

Don't Forget Me

fantasies [30 Mar 2012|10:16am]

lilaholland12
[ mood | depressed ]

Its math class, trigonometry.
the teacher drones on about logs and multiplication
but i am not paying attention.
my mind has been consumed by death.
beautiful death that i so desire
it feels like i am on fire.
my arms burn, craving the metal to be dragged across them
drawing blood,
beautiful crimson blood that
drips drips drips
onto bathroom tiles.
its been a while
since i have enduldged in such activities
i think i deserve a trip to the crimson river
it gives me shivers
when the crimson river flows.
its math class, trigonometry
And the teacher drones on about logs and multiplication
but all i want to do is die.

Don't Forget Me

I Am Alice [27 Mar 2012|02:16pm]

stitched_up_mew
When the lovely flowers 
Begin to sing
When the flies 
Become beautiful 
I will wait for you at waters edge
Near the Hatter’s grave
And the Caterpillar’s corpse
I loose my self 
In mirrors
Shining silver and gold
Smooth and rippled 
They contradict 
But they only speak the truth
I will search between 
Here and There, 
Looking for what I’ve lost
I do not know what it is
But I know I must find it 
Perhaps its buried beneath the Vorpal Sword’s 
Hidden palace 
I saw the three of hearts
Running towards me
Holding bloody and snow white 
Roses
The Red Queen cried
At the loss of the King of  Hearts
And stood by his deathbed 
Wishing for a heart of ice
Don't Forget Me

I Am [01 Mar 2012|07:41pm]

stitched_up_mew
I am transient
My darling Paper Town
I am but a wisp of cloud
Blown about by angerily whispering winds
Something seeming virginal
For when I am touched,
I disappear
I am the scent of roses and blood
A scent of betrayal of trust
The smell which keeps you awake
Swooning with feverish nightmares and flashes of red
I alone allow you to sleep
I am the taste of strawberry wine,
Which stained the lips of the woman you loved
The night you first met
I am the hunger, devouring your mind
Seeking the answers, killing your soul
I crave naught but the truth, though you won’t enjoy  it
I eat away at the most delicate  pieces of your psyche
I alone will allow you to rest
I am the god that played on your fears,
Wasted you away,
Killed  your children,
Starved your wives,
Sent your sons to war
Don't Forget Me

Think of me [12 Aug 2010|01:38pm]

luna_bear8
When your left standing all alone in a world so cold and cruel. When you hear the serenade of a string quartet. When you hear the lullaby of true hearts. Will you think of me? When I'm down on my knees and you can't see me, will you think of me? When your left standing alone in this cruel world come find me, come into my arms, into my heart when you've hurt your last, come find me. When your scared when your down and out, when you've strung yourself out from rolling too hard. When your standing all alone in a party, at a rave, in your classroom, at your job, in this cruel world, come find me, and I'll hold your hand. When you've been told that your lifestyle is wrong won't you think of me? How i treated you way too fairly. And now are you left standing? Isn't this life just like a cold dream? Can you still see me? Am I more to you than just a dream? You are all I have thought of all that I have pondered in the ramblings of this pretty mouth. When the loss is like a sea of despair, when the pain is like a gaping wound of what should've been But can this broken heart trully follow the stars? Your all this broken heart has wanted and yet you reject me like a passing thought. Think of me, think of the dreams that we have shared. For once I'm begging you on my knees. Let us relive the start, the times we swore we'd never part, your all I had wanted, all I wanted, all I dreamed of, all I felt so strongly in the dreams of the night. But it, but I wasn't enough, and I watched you depart. Leaving this heart saying "Please no more," Will you remember the times I held you in my arms and told you of my premonition that our passion would soon end, and that soon youd be just a memory as I paced the shower and cried. I fell asleep in your arms after we made love, now I'm asleep on my couch singing "All I wanted was you." Are you too far out there for me to find? Has life ever treated any soul fairly? Has reality? Now I'm the one thats out there being thrown to my knees. Its a crying shame that our passion is now a string symphony. A shame that our souls only united in one last time in a picture. And now Im so deep I think of my actions of every harsh word shpoken, I realize now that live giveth and taketh away so why tempt fate to take away with hate and judgemental words. If I could relive all of my starts would I remember to slow down and feel your heart? Your all I had ever wanted. When I had held your hand I had felt the hope of eternity. Shall we meet there after the pain love? Meet me there. But eternity isn't promised, happiness is not promised only the frivoulous pursuit but in the end we all die alone. Yes we all die alone. And my mind does amazing things and yet cannot muster the ability to show you my heart, to make certain you don't depart. So I'll pace my apartment a few times with my mind stuck in a cell of limited words and actions. And limited ability to make this work. But just like the struggling day moth tapping reapeatedly at your windowsill, to be free and happy, don't help my burdened soul save me now and give me a harshe start and bitter ending and when my wings stop fluttering and my eyes rest on the stars then stop and think that all my heart all my dying heart sings is "All I wanted was you."
Don't Forget Me

[26 Aug 2005|01:27pm]

angbunny
Hi I just joined. I've just graduated from college and have dabbled in poetry for the last year. I usually try to make myself forget how lonely I am by writting poetry from a character's perspective. Most of my poetry has been from Fey, a dnd character's perspective. Below is a poem I wrote in an attempt to try using my loneliness, and write down what had been going on with me.

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Don't Forget Me

[16 Aug 2005|10:35am]

grinchgirl
Metallic Tastes of Love

We laid vertically,
across the horizontal bed.
I stayed up half the night with you,
reading Dickinson, Plath, and Sexton.
Reading religiously,
waiting to lend our lives.

I remember the way you smiled,
and how warm it felt into my soul.
I can still feel your kisses,
and your laugh,
resounding in my mind.
I miss you.

Together, we decided.
Nothing is really worth this.
Together, we bought it,
and I laid up back in my bed.
Opening our Bibles again,
we read and analyzed until exhaustion set in.

I placed the drink on my tongue,
and felt the metallic taste, like blood,
rise again and again my mouth.
I kissed you a million times,
each time spilling the metallic warmth into you.
Repetitively, kissing and drinking, unto you fell asleep.

Alas, I slept too,
and woke to neon hues of life.
What? The metallic taste still burns on my tongue.
And as I hold your milky hand tonight for the last time,
I can’t fathom why this worked for you
and not me?
Don't Forget Me

[09 Jul 2005|10:28pm]
jennyisawhorex1
promo
Don't Forget Me

True Religion [13 Apr 2005|05:05pm]

bardia
"My religion is not Buddhism;
my religion is loving-kindness."

H.H., the Dalai Lama


As with
'knowing'
and
'understanding,'
religion,
too,
IS
a 'matter'

Not of
'belief'
'faith' or
'ritual,'

"but," rather,
of
experience, of
'practicing'

one's
self-chosen
principled
Path.Read more...Collapse )
Don't Forget Me

[12 Apr 2005|12:58am]

bardia
dear absurdistanic_flower:

I do not
wish to be
a weight
you feel
you have to
carry.
drop my weight,
like a rock,
into the
Abyss,
where I have dropped
yours.

better to chant,
and to send each other
Light.
I
do
not (even)
carry any weight (much)Read more...Collapse )
Don't Forget Me

[06 Apr 2005|12:19am]

bardia
sitting
outside
balcony
cold
night
strong winds,
prayer-flags
whipping

sending

yellow candle
flickers
remains
burning

trees
bowing
bending
dogs barking,
answering

no clouded
stars
unmoving.

"body agitated

mind serene

sould as limpid as a mountain lake."Read more...Collapse )
Don't Forget Me

[29 Mar 2005|06:15pm]

bardia
OM
Thank you Sun
Ultimate force of Compassion
You give to all without discrimination
And take from none
You exist out of pure Love
I honor you sun for your light, warmth, ultimate Compassion, absolute Love,
And for my consciousness.
OM
Thank you infinite Universe
For sharing your atoms with me
Your existence is Bliss
Your Cosmic Consciousness is the Great Breath
You are the Primordial essence
You are the ultimate Mystery
Let your Logos guide us
So that we may be one with the flow of the Great Breath
Namaste.
Don't Forget Me

[28 Mar 2005|10:44am]

bardia
"IT'S NOT (ALL) 'ABOUT' THINKING/KNOWING,"

A.K.A.,

"YOU DON'T KNOW 'TIL YOU GET THERE"


Hanging-out,
'There,'
beyond the

"Pairs of Opposites,"

pure
seeing ...

'one'
may
come to the 'view' that
some
'thing'
is
'known'
'understood,'

"and",

in a (certain) 'sense,'Read more...Collapse )
Don't Forget Me

[04 Mar 2005|10:24am]

bardia
Not ever
Oh, not ever
Will it come
To an end:
The drum of,
The song of
The Giver of
Life.

We come
To the magic water.
Your word
Goes over the water
With the water bird.

Oh, not ever
Not ever
Will it come
To an end:
The drum of,
The song of
The Giver of
Life.

Your flowers, this earth:
Do they go
Like shadows go
When we go
To the Ghost Place?

Oh, not ever
Not ever
Will they come
To an end:
The drum of,
The song of
The Giver of
Life.

The good trees, the old:
Under the branches of,
Among the roots of
The ancient cottonwoods
Will we wake?

Oh, not ever
Not ever
Will it come
To an end:
The drum of,
The song of
The Giver of
Life.
1 ~*~ Helped me fly | Don't Forget Me

[27 Feb 2005|10:09am]

bardia
Hello, my precious lord
so nice to meet you again
here
among the ruins,

having migrated back into the shadow-world of the "Cave"
weaving
navigating
in and out
back and forth
among its prisoners

wonders all,
motives as mixed as their oh so non-pellucid minds
filled with curious intent.

You expect me to function here,
among the blind who think they see,
don't you?

You,
to whom expectations
are merely another
portion of your dream.Read more...Collapse )
Don't Forget Me

The face in the moon [21 Feb 2005|09:36pm]
love_holds_love
The Face in the Moon

You know they say there’s a face in the moon, staring down, watching, and smiling. Giving light to the night, but not too much just enough to make your chin drop in awe, just enough to let everything and everyone know your still there and you haven’t forgotten them. The face I see in the moon…is your face. But you know what? The moon is only a reflection...only a reflection of the beautiful words that fall from your mouth as they drop down to earth. Only a reflection…Only a reflection. No wonder we can’t stare at the sun for too long…

You’re like the sun and the moon to me.
You shine so radiantly,
But your beauty can never be grasped,
Never be touched.
But you’re always there
Lighting up my life
Unattainable, in fact
But you’re everywhere
Making everything turn to gold
And when you sleep
And when you’ve left
You’re still there burning holes through my heart
Hiding beneath the earth
In a blanket full of stars

Then the moon appears
Still unattainable
But still magnificent in so many ways
And rays of light flowing through the air, unseen, and unheard
But you can feel them
Shading all the imperfections of men’s creations
Making the snow glitter like diamonds
Always there for me…
Watching over me…
Burning…inside me…
Don't Forget Me

Pouring from every pore [21 Feb 2005|09:31pm]
love_holds_love
Pouring from every Pore

I noticed how everyone’s perception on love is different. So I thought I should give my idea of love. Love is truth. Love is your family. Love is your friends. Love is opening the door Love is the warm covers that hold you tight in the night. Love is the trees, the grass, and the ever-flowing waterfall of life. Love is every person that crosses your path and changes your life with nothing but a simple smile, a simple word. Love is a kiss. Love is a hug. Love is listening. Love is responding with heart. Love is acceptance. Love is a feeling when a companion enters your life and fills it with words of wisdom, with care, with acceptance of who you are, with morning kisses on the forehead, and with webs of steal as they wait for bad emotions to arise and wrapping it in love and draining it of every drop of energy. Love is war, death, crime, depression, fear, sorrow, and loneliness for making love so loving. Love is reality. Love is dream. Love is in between. Love is seeing eyes filled to the brim of tears consisting only of love. Love is knowing. Love is seeing love. Love is hearing love. Love is seeing children dance and play as they forget the troubles of the world. Love is hating the fact of not being able to hate. Love is loving. Love is being loved. Love is stars for filling in the black spaces. Love is the sun for lighting up the faces torn and jaded of not being loved. Love is the night for shading all the imperfections of men’s creations and the moon for making the rest sparkle like diamonds. Love is everything and everyone. Love is the world. Love is the universe.

BUT true love is having a big enough heart to love the entire world for every aspect good and bad, every leaf on every tree, every abusive father that’s so far trapped in his own insecurities and fear of the world and hatred of not being accepted by his own abusive father, every mother who sticks by his side in patience and hope for a better love filled with care and acceptance, and every child that’s lost. Having a big enough heart to look for the love within everyone, whether being drowned by darkness or flowing out of every pore, and trying to bring that out. That is true love.
Don't Forget Me

Please read: True Story, True Conversation [19 Feb 2005|01:37am]
love_holds_love
This is a true conversation I had with a friend of mine. Shes a recovering drug addict and just about everyone in her life puts her in a bad position. I would explain more but Im not sure if she would care about me telling her story. But this was the end of our conversation we had just after talking for like an hour about her life and my life and just random things. I hope you can feel and understand the things that I have said in this conversation. Please read.

The Secret to life
"Can I share something with you?" I asked her sympathetically
"Yeah sure" she said
"You have to get up though"
"Ok"
I got up and started to walk across the porch.
"I'm getting sick and tired of people making life so complicated"
with suspense she said "Mmhm"
"They ponder and ponder about the secret to life. They keep looking to look and look even more, they never find what they truly need."
She kept following me slowly to the backyard steps off the porch.
"When all they need to do...is step outside."

"Look around"
"Ok?" she asked but followed directions perfectly
She looked around for a second and replied
"What?"
"The secret to life is in the trees, its in the moon. Look at the moon its beautiful. Its in the air, the grass, the birds that hum and sing every morning so you have something to wake up for."

"Wow" she said amazed

"Now... look at the sky again. See that sky with all of its winking stars, picture that..."
"That..." I repeated
"picture that inside yourself... and let it rise and rise and let it burst from every pore.

So instead of waking up for the birds humming and singing outside, wake up for the bird thats humming and singing inside of yourself. Now that is a secret, That is beautiful."

She stopped and stared at the sky for atleast five minutes, but before she could turn her head and respond I finished:

"About two weeks ago I came outside because I was feeling depressed and I needed a smoke. I was depressed because of what all I've been through and am going through now. I pondered about my life and just life in general. I started to smoke my ciggerette and then...then it hit me! I looked around... and I saw the trees , the grass, the moon, the stars. Whatever it was it was flowing through the air. It hit me...this IS the secret to life. And for the first time in my life, I felt true happiness, I felt true acceptance, I felt true peace within myself, I felt. I felt!. I wasn't scared anymore, I wasn't insecure anymore, I wasn't afraid to face the world another day. And so I got up and jumped around like I was a little kid and played in the snow and made a snow angel. Most people think about jumping around and doing whatever they want, but they always stop and think "No I can't do that", but... I did. Even though it was freezing cold I layed in the snow for at least 20 minutes. I was shivering like crazy but you know what... It didnt matter because I...I had a smile on my face. Not just a smile, but a smile that ment something. It wasn't fake, it was real and it would last forever inside my mind."

"I'm not sure if you'll understand...feel this now, but I hope you'll find out what I'm talking about one day."
Don't Forget Me

[17 Feb 2005|11:52pm]

bardia
though
'time'
IS
an 'illusion,'

"if"

I were you
I would
'use'
it ...

"wisely ..."

"for,"
(even)
'illusions'
'have'
their
'seasons' ---
you know,

"and,"
like 'seasons,'
they
'come'
"and"
they

'go.'

the
problem,
"of course,"
with the
'time-illusion'Read more...Collapse )
Don't Forget Me

[17 Feb 2005|02:42pm]
love_holds_love
Science will spread its branches

And these words that cannot be read
…must be read
The feeling of understanding
And the understanding of feeling
…must be felt

And the feeling that cannot be felt
…must be felt
The words of understanding
And the understanding of words
Must be read, must be heard

And the love that cannot be loved
…must be loved
The heart of understanding
And the understanding of heart
Forever and forever
Must beat

On and on
Loudly and clearly
And the day will come
When words melt into feelings
And feelings burn into words
And when the day comes
Science will grow into nature
And everyone will see
Everyone will hear
And everyone will flow down the river
Into an ocean of never-ending nothing.

I had a dream where I fell into an ocean. And every part of me was consumed in the mouth of this creature. Above me the water went on and on, forever and forever in every which direction. It was so vast, so overwhelming. I had been engulfed in the beauty of death. All that water seemed like nothing to me, but I could feel every part of it, I was as big as the universe, and no longer was I isolated. From then on I knew the word nothing was impossible. Nothing was everything. Nothing was more than I knew now. Nothing was more than I could ever know.
Don't Forget Me

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