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Saturday, February 11th, 2006

Subject:delibrately shitty poem
Posted by:tokyo_pearl.
Time:11:25 am.

From the depths of my bloody, bleeding

I cry.
tears of unicorn blood streaming down
my chapped face.
streaming black eyeliner.
my eyes frost over in the cold world,
violet lips stand in dumb pity.
No one cares.
I am alone.

dude, I am soulless and empty and...

Who will save me?
I am falling,
into the abyss.
I hate my parents.
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Thursday, September 29th, 2005

Posted by:writer_loser.
Time:8:05 pm.
Mood: discontent with my life.
I was born in the wrong place, so I am sentanced to pulling out my hair strand by strand while the dream of what my life could have been floats above my head, taunting me for kicks.

They say the big city will chew you up and spit you out. They always warn you of the big city. But why doesn't anyone warn you about the suburbs? Soul crunching and brain eating. That's the suburbs. I've lived in one all my life because I can't leave. It's made me what I am today. I used to be so passionate and pround of my unique, loving eccentricies...

The suburbs then decided that they needed to teach me shame and they beat me into emotional submission until I agreed with them, just like Winston in '1984'. I feel like the shell of someone and I'm not even that old.

Maybe one day I will be brought back to life again. Maybe one day I will become the technicolor soul that I once was. The funny, heartwarming, wickedly witty person that I was supposed to be.

But it's not going to happen now, not while I am in the suburbs.
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Friday, December 24th, 2004

Subject:not lonley but alone with good company
Posted by:78four569six46.
Time:12:06 am.
i never finish anything... and i love that.
so here are some "unmastered masterpieces"
::note: some of these aren't exactly poems but related thoughts::

-into a sea of smiling faces and unadmirable intentions, the synthetic figures exchange resonant phrases they like to call conversation.

-i watch minutes ticking past
i wonder where they go
i'm existing in a dream
sweet, so sweet, so slow

-do i know you?
i think we've met before
but i cannot say where
and neither of us remember

-i'm alive, and living so much i barely survive.

-ah the circles you run, looking for an end
you're making all of your mistakes again.

-there can be only what you believe yourself to see,
so lets inside our head make this world a heaven.

-... i don't practice organizing the world into phrases.

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Wednesday, December 22nd, 2004

Posted by:youarepeterpan.
Time:4:34 pm.
parents have children,
very childish children,
who like to frolick and play

all night, all day,
toothbrush or no,
they'll always have their way

until one day,
without their knowing,
some hair,
down there,
suddenly starts growing!

"oh me! oh my!
what is this mess?
that makes me want
to rip off your dress?!

oh boy, it's strong,
i can't over come it!
all i know, i think,
is i really want it!"

so off they go
all over the place,
anywhere they can

in and out
and in and out
in many positions grand

and so it happens,
again and again,
without their really knowing

that childish children
become lonely parents,
without really even growing
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Tuesday, December 21st, 2004

Posted by:youarepeterpan.
Time:8:26 am.
half of what i say is meaningless
but i say it to just to reach you..
ocean child,
calls me,
so i sing a song of love,

- the beeeeeeeeeee-tuls


This is nothing new, it's not poetry, and I'm not mad at anybody; I just thank you for listening- love, tommyCollapse )
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Thursday, November 18th, 2004

Subject:Lindzay\\am i your mechanical bride?
Posted by:munkee_punk.
Time:6:36 am.
Mood: tired.
Just a poem I wrote about 5minutes ago, after hearing some lyrics from a song on Marilyn Manson's album; Mechanical Animals

Am I your mechanical bride?
If I am, what will I find?
100 black roses scattered on the bed
50 dark nightmares attached in my head
25 pills of prozac addiction
5 days left until my conviction

Am I your mechanical bride?
If that is so, why have you lied?
Torn me down like a little rag-doll
Beat me, hurt me, dug my hole
All my suffering builds up as one
'Til that day I die in the sun

Am I your mechanical bride?
Do you feel the need to hide?
Watch as the ring goes on my finger
Feel the knife on my wrist linger
Hear the bells chime out our names
I died today and stopped your games
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Saturday, November 13th, 2004

Subject:Lindzay\\your heart is ripshit
Posted by:munkee_punk.
Time:12:42 am.
Hye. My name is Lindzay. Im a dark poetry writer. Here are two examples of my works below-- just to see whether you think Im worthy to join this community or not... =) Thanks. And PLEASE! comment.

60 pills.

60 pills lay in my hand
a bloody puddle sinking into sand
soft waves soothe my deeper scars
my mind is trapped- trapped behind bars
im screaming for closure and a ray of release
something to save me from my inner most beast
Ive lost all my will, my mind and my sanity
all that is left is a bitch with her vanity
I cannot imagine what to do now
everythings a blur, a shadow, a cloud
Im contemplating death with each passing second
my life is a twist, a sickening fate beckoned
im a pawn in your game, your laughter of evil
you killed me you fucker, you manipulative weasle.

It's YOUR fault I'm dead

Watch them falling, my tears of red
Oh baby don't you know?
It's YOUR fault I'm dead
I gave you my love and you cast me aside
You said that you loved me back
But guess what. . . you lied.
Don't go saying that you didn't do it
You did, you know it, and I know it too
The painful words that you said to me
Set me to become the deathly key
The knife the key, my arm the lock
Hear the clock-- tick tock, tick tock.
You walk it, and fall in shock
You said you was teasing
Bullshit the lot.
I know you meant it
Every last word
And, then the phone rings
"Guess what I've heard. . ."
She mumbles and mutters
You listen with ache
Then the line comes, your little mistake
You start to panic and ask what she said
She sighs, and repeats
"It's YOUR fault I'm dead. . ."
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Friday, June 4th, 2004

Subject:Fake blood, a haiku.
Posted by:raymondstereo.
Time:12:32 am.
Mood:Still tortured..
You really scare me
And if you were the real thing
You would scare me more.
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Thursday, June 3rd, 2004

Posted by:raymondstereo.
Time:3:17 pm.
Sometimes, when I'm alone,
I think about Ketchup,
Because I know that the truth is that
Its just sitting there in a bottle, by itself.
I'm pretty sure it's red.
Sometimes when I'm with Ketchup,
I think about being alone,
In a bottle.
Standing next to the mustard all day.
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Monday, May 31st, 2004

Subject:latent masquerade
Posted by:eternallydivine.
Time:3:12 am.
A tempest rages
in my head.
I wonder
if I could melt
into the powder-blue oblivion
of the wall
as to
conceal my
apathy (or affliction).
No one perceives
what is on the inside,
something like misery,
but not quite.
Is it so plain?
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Posted by:eternallydivine.
Time:3:08 am.
In the bitter watches of the night,
I cry out to the silence.
Who shall hear my anguish?
The moon perhaps
As she drowns me in her glacial light,
Or the still whispers of the wind through the leaves—
The breeze that wisps my hair around my face
And caresses my cheek like a lover would
(he has icy fingers).
But there is no one there.
None to love or live for…
My inner being wastes away in this madness.
This must be the heartbreak I’ve heard about
After my soul has atrophied, what is left?
Naught but a shell … and a memory.
What once was is now lost forever
In the sands of time
I feel as thought I was a cloud—
One stroke of your hand and I am falling to pieces.
Here I kneel drawing circles in the dust—
Not hearts—circles go on forever whereas hearts break
And when they do, it is white-hot and blood red—burning
Like a sunrise, or the Apocalypse
At least the ending of this life would ease my pain.
What else is there?
Like a dead tree in winter I stand before you
Stripped bare, my emotions raw and exposed.
Would that I had the means,
I could take myself back through better times
To forget the present and the future and live forever in memory.
Oh, to be pure, immaculate.
I must pay for this perfection in blood,
A sacrifice to the temple of your affections.
Comments: Add Your Own.

Thursday, April 1st, 2004

Subject:thats all i have to say about that
Posted by:mango_organa.
Time:11:55 pm.
Mood: amused.
N.K.O.T.B. had a bunch of hits
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly when girls stop by for the summer
For the summer
I like girls that wear Abercrombie and Fitch
I'd take her if I had one wish
But she's been gone since that summer..Since that summer
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Subject:"and then"
Posted by:mango_organa.
Time:9:35 pm.
fort thou frog doth love
she wilt wilt like fall
he wilt find thous cream
and they all live happily ever after

robots burst into speaker bits
wires, fires, niggers, beasts

(hot eyes and cold hands connected, we begin to houl. each detail of his face wobbles with the movement of his winds. Dry, burning breaths gasp between shrill cries. Our hands come free and flail with our sharp words.)

oh robotic reptiles
shine thy boots on sunday
attend your synagogue
looking sharp
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Wednesday, December 10th, 2003

Subject:grr argh
Posted by:foxcat42.
Time:2:25 pm.
Mood:sick and frustrated.
flu season is upon us
it spreads through malls
leaving dripnosed tired people in its wake
we cannot escape
it spreads like a virus
oh wait- it is

we are all ill
we are all sick
we are all diseased
all hail the porcelain god
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Wednesday, December 3rd, 2003

Subject:way to go alisha for remembering this community
Posted by:jenny_the_nerd.
Time:12:00 pm.
Mood: depressed.
i drop my crochet needle under my desk

it is a dark shadowy chasm

much like my soul.
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Tuesday, December 2nd, 2003

Subject:the lost community
Posted by:mango_organa.
Time:11:04 pm.
Mood: depressed.
whilst my top ramen dost boil in the depths of mine microwave mine mind wanders to the corners of the internet, and finds, again, a wonderous bounty of ones and ohs in the peculiar order that dost communicate a live journal community,
and in this spoken community, i shall spill my own ohs and ones into a post that dost communicate my deepst feelings

so i shall state, with the honesty of a thousand returned christmas presents....

my soul is (still) black, like my shoes!!!!!!
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Tuesday, November 25th, 2003

Posted by:i_love_my_car.
Time:7:06 pm.
sand sand sand in my shoe.
out out out you sand in my shoe.
but, ALAS, no sand was in my shoe, oh no.
nothing but a soul and a lethargic foot.
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Thursday, November 20th, 2003

Subject:.... *sigh*
Posted by:mynameisrobyn.
Time:3:38 am.
Mood: cold.
I could stare at this all night....

It makes me feel so melancholy and pensive though.

Like those moments cloistered in my room with the rain trickling;
Everything is so frigid- the kind that makes your nose and cheeks and ears feel raw
and you have to bundle up in rough flannel and think warm thoughts.
A sketchbook resting on your thigh brings no facility
The television resonates throughout the quiet recluse
Nothing bringing solace to such lonely apathy.

... Did any of that make sense to any of you?
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Thursday, November 6th, 2003

Posted by:archiana_devi.
Time:9:29 am.
well i hope that you are all doing alot better on Nanowrimo than i am...i only wrote a few paragraphs and now i just don't care too much. i'm just too damn busy. i doubt i'll finish.

i'm thinking i might try to do what xmellon_colliex is doing...she's working on her story instead, because that is what matters most to her... and if she can use Nanowrimo to get pretty far into it, that's awesome...

do you guys think i should try to write my own story instead of the new one i started?
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Sunday, November 2nd, 2003

Posted by:kaistar.
Time:10:50 pm.
Mood: aggravated.

Comments: Read 4 orAdd Your Own.

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