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struggling [06 Jan 2008|03:23pm]

[ mood | tired ]

I may be Cracked.
I may be Broken.
but I'm not forfeiting.

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wishing I could write [26 Aug 2007|05:30pm]

[ mood | disappointed ]

realms of power lost in minds of consumptions
result in pretty words yielding no functions.

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i my [27 May 2006|02:58pm]

i supply.
i standby.

they sly,
they eye,
they pry,
they wry,
they lie,
they deny.

i sigh,
i try,
i rely,
i reply,
i cry,
i lie,
i deny,
i die.

i supply.
i standby.
i dry.
i die.

bye underlies.
in the Sky,
I will Fly
and Survive.
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[27 May 2006|11:17am]

[ mood | masochistic ]

my wrists and ankles are Bloody from His Shackles.
my Heart Bleeds from Another.
my ears because the lot of Them.
and my eyes for my Brother.

though my Knife is Dry,
this Smile is Fake.
i'm ready to Sleep,
Forfeit the Life i Forsake.
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a the child [18 Apr 2006|07:48pm]

i saw her in the appy, and she wanted me to write about her. so i did.Collapse )
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red skid marks [16 Feb 2006|02:43am]

[ mood | apathetic ]

red skid marks on the bedroom floor
a sign of secrets behind locked doors

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"hey YOU, out there in the cold, / getting lonely, getting old" [15 Feb 2006|11:17am]

[ mood | depressed ]

You try so hard to cry,
to release everything you have hidden from everyone
-- yourself included.
But there is no moisture in you eyes.
They are as dry as your Heart is frozen.
You knew the only Tears that could flow would have to come from your skin.
Alas, your Heart brings to mind the face of one who cared.
Of one who Loved.
"Only one Weapon can truly release this Monster,"
you tell yourself.
"And if it hurts him that much ...
then I'll just keep it."
Reluctantly, you lower the Blade,
deciding to simply continue burying it away.

All the neosporin in the world
will never heal your Wounds.
All the Love in the world
will never counter your self-hatred.
And all the Blades in the world
will never mend your Soul.
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[13 Sep 2005|10:30pm]

what's the use of being strong if I'm not strong enough to hold you?
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[13 Sep 2005|03:56pm]

Not Crimson pain or final fear, no mind destroyed, nor soul shattered, not even the most innocent of blood or love sincere can stop a tiny, hot, speeding piece of lead.
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[13 Sep 2005|01:09pm]

[ mood | slightly irritated.. ]

Watch the sweet crimson as it drips from the mouth of the wound...

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[11 Sep 2005|08:38pm]

The bite of that bitter blade bled all the more profously, painfully, and with agonizeing paralisis because he new was not so cowerdly as to make stop.
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[09 Sep 2005|11:42am]

But it was the leaking of the fluids of her Physical Self
that allowed her to strengthen Mentally and Emotionally.
Yet still, her Spirit lays dormant,
buried beneath years of lost faith, pain, and despair.
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[09 Sep 2005|06:45am]

Lines of blood danced along her thighs,
and all was well once more.
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A Simple Truth [18 Jan 2005|01:49pm]

The only thing upon which I am dependable is the fact that
I will always procrastinate to the fullest extent.
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[05 Oct 2004|07:17pm]

Her cry pierced through the barriers around his heart and awoke the demon hiding within.
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punishing tears [03 Oct 2004|03:43am]

[ mood | melancholy ]

she thought each tear would set her free
but it was each tear that kept her captive

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[22 Sep 2004|06:41pm]

time will never stop
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[28 Nov 2003|12:53am]

Quivering, bloody, lips waiting for your touch.
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[09 Feb 2003|04:06pm]
selling knives to buy cocaine
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[09 Feb 2003|04:02pm]
sucked dry by the sun, that never leaves this place
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