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January 1st, 2009 (04:37 am)

Thursday, January 01, 2009


Something I wrote last night. I think I will simply call this: Hell

Manacles taut, like deathlock mayhem.
More than a thought; her altercation.
Shortened chains and Shattered images,
Her flesh is chaffed by the burn of cellophane.
It's as ignitable as gasoline from a dripping vein.

Battered, bruised, torn into with steely friction;
Skin embedded fetters cutting into forgotten pockets of sinew.
Parasitic infested brain chomping away; shouting:
Try as you might; You'll never be me.
There's no way else out, but through.

Madness is the new black.
Everyone is a sycophant.
Trying on each other's shadows; mimicking personality.
Ha ha ha. I have more going on in my head than you.
Go ahead and take the last bite I saved; sweetest is afflicted.

And fine as wine blood drawn kisses smeared down unhappy cheeks.
It's not an overcoat, nor token of affection, it's just a demented view.
It's the long lost dream-a-ling american dream.
None of the wannabes know what it means.
They lost their meaning before they lost the Pinup Queen.
You'll never find your way out of the sordid maze before the bell rings.

Come back ashtray girl!
I wanna put something out.
Everything is gleamless when everyone is meaningless.
Smoke obscured eye screams...
Ripping out with protruded and perturbed willowy red flailing hands.
Screaming: Pick me...Pick me...

Everyone wants a hit off my brand of madness.
They want to pop it like an easily swallowed gel cap.
Can't you see why? Not I... fathom their need to be enslaved?
My asylum is a silent scream inside of a mindless dream.
The malady is the tragedy that some of us can't live to escape.
And everyone else is lining up because they made mock of it.

Can't you see the way?
It's not the way it used to be.

Elysium lost; bleeding on the outside, bleeding on the inside.
Bleeding, bleeding, always bleeding, drenched in blood.

Damaged, torn, a broken, shattered, image of seraphim.
The way out is through; better start gnawing through fiery wings.

Through with suffering fools.
Through with living through...

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The writing reminds me of the experience of an old soul. Check out NIN-"The persistence of loss".

Posted by Keith on Thursday, January 01, 2009 - 5:59 PM
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Thank you. And I like NIN.

Posted by ✮☾♰ Ⓣⓗⓔ Wr∃♰ch∃d Ch∃rub ♰ ☽✮ on Monday, January 05, 2009 - 12:35 AM
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i really like this... its good..... u should write more....

Posted by ~*LIL RAE-RAE*~ on Saturday, January 03, 2009 - 7:02 PM
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thank you. I don't write many poems often anymore. Whenever I get moved to write one though I will try to finish what I start, unlike how I do with drawings sometimes...

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November 16th, 2008 (04:35 am)

Sunday, November 16, 2008

I wrote this... it fits my mood.

Rejection is always an easy way out;
Apathetic, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Fate or chance before a fall from heaven
Angels hesitate before deciding on leaving...

He begged for love, praying like the oppressed
And the higher power heard, granting his request;

Chance or fate it resonates
I feel the surrealism soaking through
Every time it rains, I think of you

Take the sand slipping through my hand;
Time she thought she'd take a chance on a man.

Her dreams gave her a sense of peace and presage;
But for something real she left them to deliver the message.

Kissed him saccharinely after the end of the first dance;
His perceived gentleness charmed and entranced.

Chance or fate it resonates
I feel the surrealism soaking through
Every time it rains, I think of you

Caught out in the summer night rain they shared a kiss,
Or two, or three, who counts caught in a moment like this.

Fate or chance, for the first time in a long time something felt right
The raindrop rhythm tapping out the song of the heart's delight

You are like the scent of rain; not easily forgotten is the heavensent.
Rebellion in the feel of your moist exerted skin, your pleasure is my sin.

Chance or fate it resonates
I feel the surrealism soaking through
Every time it rains, I think of you

"You are my everything," he said.
She thought maybe he was talking out of his head.

Could have been too much smoke and too much haze;
And she hoped it was more than being under her caressing daze.

"Never loved anyone like you," she said.
It feels for real, but maybe he thought it was all in her head.

Every time it rains, I think of you
I feel the surrealism soaking through
Chance or fate it resonates...

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Love the wording, defenatly paints a picture in the minds eye.

Posted by Loki on Monday, November 17, 2008 - 2:22 PM
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Thank you. : )

I started it when it was storming outside and then I got tired and went to bed and finished it the next day. The storm helped.

Posted by ✮☾♰ Ⓣⓗⓔ Wr∃♰ch∃d Ch∃rub ♰ ☽✮ on Monday, November 17, 2008 - 10:54 PM

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I haven't updated here for awhile so...

November 5th, 2008 (01:57 am)

First off. Yay for Obama getting elected over McCain.

Secondly, I'm horribly sick. I've been feeling bad off and on over the last month. I'm pretty sure I had the flu a few weeks ago and a few days ago I went to the ER because I keep running a fever and they tell me I have a bladder infection and if I don't feel better in a few days to return. So I'm on a load of antibiotics and I feel like fire is in my veins.

My beloved has returned. Oy, I get so mad at him, but then I love him so there are all these conflicting feelings. You see he got into some trouble the 11th of October with some of his friends, doing something he shouldn't have been doing, and so he's in trouble to say the least. Now to add to this? Him and I were supposed to be doing something on a Thursday night, but he completely stands me up and doesn't call or anything...

So I'm left wondering and worrying...

I didn't know what happened...but I jump to a conclusion because I'm hurt and mad and so I write him a long letter wanting to know some things and I send it to him. SO then he? He decides to avoid the confrontation for as long as he possibly can and he doesn't talk to me for a week.

Then he comes up and apologizes, says he needed time, he's been a jerk, but says he didn't want to drag me down with him and then asks me if I'd been talking to this guy, who I used to be friends with, and who he too knows, about something I'd never talk to that guy about. I sense some trust issues here...

So I assure him that...No I don't. So to make a long story short I ask him if he still loves me and he says yes and I tell him that the next him he needs "time" he should give me a heads up because my mind starts going places....

Then he says that there's nothing wrong with me and then goes on to blame it was his "fucked up and muddled thinking."

I'm still lost...

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October 17th, 2008 (10:42 pm)

My real life has turned into roleplay game drama. I seriously feel like I've been transported or rather sucked into some kind of messed up storyline.

Some of you know that back in August my mother had a psychotic episode that resulted in her being institutionalized again for a time. Well I suffered a pretty hard depression during and after that, the hardest I think that has ever struck me, and now my mom is home and sorted out again and doing well again...

And I'm happy that she's doing better than she has in a long time.

And I was starting to feel better and I purchased myself another car from my accident settlement money It's a maroon colored G6 that is pretty hot...

Now another problem has risen.

My boyfriend went and got himself into some trouble that I really don't want to talk about right now in detail because I'm so infuriated with him and at the the same time I love him.... so I feel like throttling him, but I don't want anyone else to hurt him.

I love my boy, but I don't know what is going to happen there and I just really hope it works out for us because I honestly have never loved anyone like I love him. He's just seriously an idiot.

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August 5th, 2008 (10:06 am)

Lately life has been a bit quick... Time seems surreal.

Relationship wise, mine has been pretty good. Anthony is honestly very sweet.

Look what he left on Myspace's bulletin board.

for everyone's information
Body: Mary Chrystal Lynn Diets....
you have my heart, no contest. I will do anything to keep you by my side and I know that you will always be there for me. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I can't wait to get away from the life I live now, thanks to you.

Do not wake me from this dream
If I'm not sleeping
Lets keep this dream forever

I love you.


I've been excessively tired...probably due to Melatonin buildup.

Anyway I also have a living condition problem at the moment that is contributing to my inability to be online for as long as I'd like with any mental capacity to be creative and last week I went and stayed with my dad until this evening and I then I came back this evening. I want to roleplay, but my replies will probably be slow for a little while until I'm less stressed out and figure out what I'm going to do. My mindset is just too scattered at the moment and I'm hoping tomorrow I can reply to what I owe. I might end up moving in with my dad...but then I might not. The boyfriend would like to get our own place eventually...

Love you guys!

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July 25th, 2008 (01:37 am)

Attraction is a funny thing.

Someone can be so imperfect for you on paper, and they might not be well spoken, or picture all that well, but then you can meet them, start spending some time with them, get to know them, start noticing the good qualities, and before you know it, you don't want to change clothes after a date because you smell like their cologne...

I'm getting particularly attached to my new boyfriend, and he's nothing like the last few I dated and he does not come without his own set of problems, he has more problems than any of them had, but unlike them he seems to have a heart. Despite being what one could clump into the stereotypical bad boy category, there's something about him I can't exactly place, but there is like this intuitive part of me that latches onto this unknown thing and refuses to give up. He's really pissed me off before and I've chewed him out and felt terrible afterwards for it. He is like this little mischievous puppy or raccoon that gets easily distracted, namely by his friends, and screws up, but he's still damn lovable. And also so unlucky but in spite of it he still manages to smile and laugh. Within the last week his car died, he got robbed, and his roommate and him have been having issues that finally led to the roommate leaving Wednesday and when he is with me he still manages to seem...happy in my presence.

On my birthday I had a few of my old friends over and it was great and I honestly thought he wouldn't show up because of the roommate issues, but he walks to my house in the sun, arriving drenched in sweat, and then his allergies act up because he must have managed to get into something he was allergic too on the walk over... And I just...Gah, I just thought that was a sweet sentiment.

I'm falling in love with him.

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July 7th, 2008 (03:21 am)

Which Fantasy/SciFi Character Are You?

I went on a date with someone tonight who had recently pissed me off and I had pretty much told off. This was his last chance to come through and he managed. Normally I would have told him No, not a snowballs chance after pissing me off like he did, but he is just persistent and seems...sweet. There are some things I immediately dislike about him. Then there are a few things I do like about him. I don't know...

"Wanted" was a good action movie. I really liked it.

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