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| TheMoon |
| 10.24.04 (8:53 pm) [edit] |
The moon in all it's brightness tonight cast that ever so dark light upon my soul, a feeling of falling. To be enough? To meet the expectations of the world and all that seem to find me shortcoming and insufficient.
I curse the moon and the day I found a dream in it. I would wish it to explode and fall into us destroying all that it brings it's lying promise to. The hope of the hopeless. The dream of those who sleep not. The breath of those who are buried.
The ever so gut wrenching truth that seems to stab me in the heart over and over after convincing myself otherwise stabs me again... I'm not good enough. A personal attack upon my person.
Will I ever be,,, for anyone? It's very doubtful. I should just accept the defeat and deminish into the shadow away from the moon rays and accept that almost etched in stone reallity that I am only common and unworthy. Instead I convince myself that I am special and beautiful, lying to myself in hopes that perhaps I am found worthy to bask in moonlight with the holy. Yet I stick out like a sore thumb, an ugly blemish on a world of beautiful women.
No more... I accept what and who I am.
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| .:Meloncholy:. |
| 10.18.04 (3:14 pm) [edit] |
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Forgive me my meloncholy, love, but I am lost yet again in another rainy day. I am enchanted with heaven's water fall, and so for a time shall I stay. Bewitched with this dance so that all that is in existence from me could pass away. But soon I shall return, for soon this dance will end, then to lifes bed I will again lay. And dream of rain and thunderstorms to come, and for their comfort pray.
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| Sweetest Day |
| 10.16.04 (10:13 pm) [edit] |
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A Sweet Day in Fall, A day for lovers to celebrate and let their loved one know how significant they are to each other, and to appreciate the sweet, pure aspects of love. Take time today to tell the person you love Happy Sweetest Day.
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| Tom |
| 10.12.04 (12:31 am) [edit] |
TOM
And so for death you sit in wait,
Yet death will pass you by,
But how I pray it find you soon,
And torture you to die.
Twisted mind of a twisted soul,
loves to twist the mind of those,
For the game of illdignified love,
Is entertaining your black soul.
And so you sit and laugh at me,
With the whore with whom you sleep.
And have me doubt myself once more,
When all was true in me.
Pretending to all of good intent,
Preforming the part of a just man.
But the evil cannot pretend he's good,
For soon he slips again.
And all along the path he trips us,
In hopes his path will ease,
In hopes in some twisted sense,
A better mirrored image he see's.
But all do see his ugly self,
The lies and demented way.
Of making others feel their worse,
For to mask his hidden shame.
He is the evil one who walks,
And with demon is possessed,
And his only purpose is to hurt,
With this he is obsessed.
So wait for death or if you wish,
Seek it out and for one time...
Do the world and all of love,
The favor and just die.
I fucking hate you, I hope you die!!!
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| .:Storm:. |
| 10.09.04 (2:12 pm) [edit] |
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Here it is the midnight hour,
On the dark night of the soul.
And the storm rages.
Growing stronger and more powerful,
As I grow weaker and without.
The wind turns the pages.
The book I read,
Alone in bed,
I held my head,
Wished I were dead.
A memory of together...
A laugh, a smile, a joking remark,
Your hands upon me strong,
The scent of skin, a happy day,
To know what it felt like... "together".
.. I hear the storm rage on.
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| The Bitter Lovers |
| 10.09.04 (1:31 pm) [edit] |
The dawn brought death,
The night did fly,
And as I lie and cry for you to die,
I saw you dead.
Your pretty head,
This poem I read,
And so you said,
"Bury me deep into the night",
And so I did, with much delight,
Into the dark, cold quiet.
And covered you in rich soil,
That sooner would your body spoil,
And then began your corpse to rot,
Then fed the earth from with your plot,
To spring a rose bush from the ground,
Then cover me and pull me down,
Beneath the earth to your death bed,
To lie beside your pretty head.
I held you to my bosom near,
And read a poem for you to hear,
Upon your love I once more cried,
To join my love,,, and so I died.
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