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Friday, June 25th, 2004

Posted by:frustratednsad.
Time:4:25 pm.
Shameless advert: The first issue of my zine Ephemera is now available, and I also still have copies of my chapbook. They're $3 each. Also, now accepting submissions for Ephemera #2, "the love issue." To order or submit, e-mail me: quinn at tmbg dot org.

"Ode to a Mannequin"

Standing guard 
silent
      as
        death
In the window. 
Dressed up 
To match the old-fashioned 
moviehouse facade 
Of the sign store. 

Her nametag proclaims: 
LAVERNE.
Was it made just for her? 
One delicate hand resting 
next to the tickets

Staring blankly through cat's eye glasses, 
   Through the reflection 
Of blind-windowed cars 

Dress stained 
hair mussed 
Ready to animate, run 
If given a shawl and hat. 

Beautiful in her frozen moment 
Kidnapped 
From her noisy life
And rendered noiseless 
Dimly recalling 
the last existence 
and losing more of it 
Every 
Day.
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Friday, May 21st, 2004

Posted by:frustratednsad.
Time:7:29 pm.
Mood: creative.
Starting work on my first zine, accepting submissions of anything--poetry, short fiction, essays, art, photos, ads for other zines, etc etc etc. Submissions can be e-mailed to selfcallednowhere@houston.rr.com or mailed (ask for my address).

"Upon Arriving in Newark"

We swooped in over a river
I don't know what river--
It was brown and hemmed by smokestacks.
24,000 comedy routines on Jersey
Flashed before my eyes
And I believed them.

The "Welcome to Newark--America's
RENAISSANCE city!" sign
Was juxtaposed with a grimed and graffitied stone overpass
The irony was not subtle.

Sinking into the deep blue seats of the taxi
Bridge sides high enough to prevent seeing
That River
The blown-out factory windows leered at me
And I glimpsed how people become desperate.
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Sunday, April 11th, 2004

Subject:Looking Out the Hospital Window
Posted by:frustratednsad.
Time:10:31 pm.
Mood: lonely.
(x-posted like a mofo)

(Shameless advert: I have a chapbook for sale for $5. IM ThePeculiarGirl or e-mail quinn@tmbg.org to place an order.)

Standing naked at the hospital window
and looking out at the nightscape
seven stories down
the street spread below me
like a freshly laundered blanket and
dotted with cars
wondering where everyone had to be at
two a.m.

Standing naked at the hospital window
and looking down at the nightscape
you were a million miles away.
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Monday, January 26th, 2004

Subject:J.
Posted by:frustratednsad.
Time:12:32 am.
First of all, I'd like to promote poetpenpals. And now, the poem.Collapse )
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Sunday, January 25th, 2004

Subject:Providence
Posted by:frustratednsad.
Time:3:22 pm.
I hold it out to show you:
One wispy arm
White with red crisscrosses
Your pain brought to the surface
Where it can heal.
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Thursday, January 15th, 2004

Subject:April 22
Posted by:frustratednsad.
Time:12:56 am.
Hi, you may remember me as slfcllednowhere. Or you may not, whatever. Anyway, this is massively x-posted as usual, apologies if you have to see it a bunch. Comments welcome and appreciated.


No one is alive at 5:37 a.m.
Only the occasional passing car reminds me
That I am not the sole occupant of this landscape
--still alien after three months
Which hovers under the pre-dawn sky
(That peculiar shade of light grey almost imperceptibly tinted blue
Which never comes to Texas.)

I have endured another of a string of sleepless nights
(Because of you, as is everything)
To find myself here, a default early riser.
I relish the secrecy the solitude grants me
This morning belongs to me alone.

Last night's silent storm
Has left behind a chill in the air and the dull smell of wet earth.
I twitch my cold fingers and systematically observe
My own fraction of the infinite catalogue of details:
A thousand birdsongs, only the crow's familiar.
Smoke billowing from the greenhouse chimney.
Sidewalk chalk proclamations, eerily waterproof.
The ducked heads of flowers ashamed at their own beauty.

My legs stiffen as I run home
Startled to find myself so inspired
By something as obvious as a spring morning.
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Wednesday, December 17th, 2003

Subject:Random Scars
Posted by:warpedinnocence.
Time:2:40 pm.
Mood: depressed.
The slash from my wrist to the inside of my elbow.
The p e n t a g r a m on the inside of my left ankle.
The x on my hand.
The gash from the sandpaper.
The burns from a quarter.
R a n d o m scars from my past.
The bite mark perament from my canines.
The f l o r e s c e n t light bulb scars.
The rope burns.
R a n d o m scars not too long ago.
The h on my right breast.
The f r a c t u r e d cartilage in my knuckles.
R a n d o m scars define me.
The fadi
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<center>The <s>slash</s> from my wrist to the <small>inside</small> of my elbow.
The <sub>p e n t a g r a m</sub> on the inside of my left ankle.
The <u>x</u> on my hand.
The <small><s>gash</s></small> from the sandpaper.
The <sup>burns</sup> from a quarter.
<small>R a n d o m <s>scars</s> from my past.</small>
The <small><sub>bite</sub></small> mark perament from my canines.
The <small>f l o r e s c e n t</small> light bulb scars.
The rope burns.
<small>R a n d o m <s>scars</s> not too long ago.</small>
The <u>h</u> on my right breast.
The <small>f r a c t u r e d</small> cartilage in my knuckles.
<small>R a n d o m <s>scars</s> define me.</small>
The <font color=#3a3a3a>fa</font><font color=#848484>di</font><font color-#55555>ng</font> <s>scar</s> near my right <sub>eye.</sub>
The <sup>fresh</sup> </s>scabs</s> from a <small>rusty</small> razor.
<small>R a n d o m <s>scars</s> on top of <s>scars.</s></small>
The person I <sub>was.</sub>
The person I <sup>am.</sup>
Why I contunie?
I don't know
The <font color=darkred><small>blood</small></font> shed.
The <font color=darkred><small>blood</small></font> lost.
The <font color=darkred><small>blood</small></font> consumed.
<small>R a n d o m <s>scars</s> consume me.</small>
My life.
This <s>knife.</s>
Tonight.
Do I want to?
The <sup>snow</sup><sub>falls.</sub>
The <small>faint</small>glimmer blinds my eyes.
<small>R a n d o m</small> <s>scars</s> are me.
I light a <small><sub>cigarette.</sub>
I inhale deeply.
Slowly letting out the <sup>smoke.</sup>
It clouds my room.
<small>R a n d o m</small> <s>scars</s> are my fiend, my enemy.</small>
Multiple <small>p i e r c i n g s.</small>
A <sub>tattoo</sub>
Pain is my only pleasure.
A <small>s a d o m a s o c h i s t.</small>
<small>R a n d o m <s>scars</s> make me cry.</small>
My <small>hidden</small> lie.
My <small>hidden</small> pleasure.
My <small>hidden</small> life.
Cracked lips from the <sup>cold.</sup>
<small>R a n d o m <s>scars</s> define me.</small>
Rocks on my dresser.
A <font color=gray>black</font> candle lit.
Opium incence burns.
The <small>a s h e s</small> <sub>fall</sub> on the cut velvet fabric.
Christmas lights give light.
The laptop <sup>shines.</sup>
The <font color=purple>black light</font> <sup>fli</sup><sub>cke</sub><sup>rs.</sup>
UV braclets glow.
<small>R a n d o m</small> <s>scars</s> scream.</small>
Clothes abroad on the floor.
A forign bra <sub>lies</sub> on the chair.
It's not mine.
My lifes not mine.
<small>R a n d o m <s>scars</s> confuse me.</small>
I unplug the lights.
<small>Snuff</small> out the candle.
Plug in my phone.
<small>Not like anyone calls.</small>
Wasted money for un-wasted minutes.
The <font color=purple>black light</font> still <sup>fli</sup><sub>cke</sub><sup>rs.</sup>
<small>R a n d o m</small> <s>scars</s> cover me.</small>
I put on my blanket.
Set up my pillows.
Set the laptop on my lap.
So <sub>mundane.</sub>
Yet so <sup>serene.</sup>
<small>R a n d o m <s>scars</s> drown me.</small>
The CD s k i p s.
<s>Scratched</s> up from over play.
Lyrics <small>unheard.</small>
Like my voice.
<small>R a n d o m</small> <s>scars</s> alone.</small>
Almost two in the morning.
D r i f t i n g in and out of <small>conscioness.</small>
So <sup>awake.</sup>
Yet so <sub>dead.</sub>
<small>R a n d o m <s>scars</s> burn.</small>
I can hear my heart <small>beat.</small>
Hoping soon it will <font color=red>s t o p.</font>
My lungs exale.
Craving another cigarette.
<small>R a n d o m <s>scars</s> frighten me.</small>
I am <small>unknown.</small>
I am barly breathing.
I am <b>not</b> what I want to be.
I am <b>not</b> what I wish to be.
I am what I <b>fear.</b>
I am what <font color=gray>nightmares</font> fortell.
<small>R a n d o m <s>scars</s> from my future.</small>
Knowing I will be late tomorrow.
Yet I stay <sup>awake.</sup>
<font color=blue>Sleep</font> is not a nessecssity.
<font color=blue>Sleep</font> is a <sub>privlage.</sub>
<small>R a n d o m <s>scars</s> rest.</small>
I <sub>fall</sub> into oblivion.
In the <font color=gray>black</font> hole I created.
The <small>r a n d o m n e s s</small> has <font color=gray>Disap</font><font color=#555555>per</font><font color=black>ed.</font>
All thats left is <s>scars</s> on top of <s>scars.</s>
<small>R a n d o m <s>scars</s> on purpose...</small></center>
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Wednesday, November 12th, 2003

Subject:Hey how's it going? Just a poem today. Nothing else
Posted by:anime_chick.
Time:7:54 am.
Mood: content.
My Gabriel

Oh my, Gab,
Why did you have to die?
I know you never could stand to see me cry,
But here I am weeping tears
For all those lost years.
Death has never been this close to me
And it’s so hard to break free
From his icy clutches
At least I know you could do as much ‘as.
My dearest Gab,
I still remember the day you held me in your arms-
And washed out the salt rubbed into my scars.
That was only days before you died
And I never stopped crying on the inside.
I remember all the screaming that was made
When I found out you passed away.
It’s so hard to keep a straight face
When I recall your simple grace-
I never got to say good-bye,
I didn’t even try!
Oh Gab,
Why did you die?
Oh my, Gabriel,
Will this love I feel ever leave me at all?
My Gabriel,
My heart is in the wane
And my soul will always remained stained
With the love I feel.
It was the only thing I known to be real.
You were my fighting spirit
And I’ll never regret it,
Regret the way you pushed me forward
Or what I said to make you push even more.
Darling Gab,
The world doesn’t mean a thing
If I don’t feel the love you bring.
I used to think that I was all alone
And that I was made of stone.
That was before I knew of you
And how when ever I was sad you always knew.
You always held so tightly
And made me feel like the world could never stop me.
Oh my, dearest Gab.
Good-bye
Please don’t watch me cry.
I’ll keep fighting for you
And that’s all I’ll ever do.
Now you’re flying with the Angels
My Gabriel.
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Tuesday, October 28th, 2003

Subject:Wish
Posted by:warpedinnocence.
Time:2:58 pm.
Mood: creative.
Wish
dont you sometimes wish you can change the past,
or even alter the future?
dont you wish that some choices you made werent in vain,
or selfish towards your own liking?
Dont you wish you would of looked out for the other persons feelings,
Rather than Leading them on, then turning them down?
Dont you wish that he was yours?
Dont you wish that there was something you can do so you wouldnt hurt another person in your life?
dont you wish there was another option?
Dont you wish that there was another way?
Dont you wish you can be happy, not confused?
you say you wish, but wishes arent granted.
you live
you love
you learn
you die.
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Saturday, October 18th, 2003

Subject:X-posted
Posted by:sweetbabboo.
Time:2:05 pm.
Mood: lonely.
They say no matter how beautiful the sky,
Even if I loved it, I could never fly.
But they don't know me.
It's not hard to tell the difference
Between logic and jealousy
Between what's real and what could never be
...
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Wednesday, October 15th, 2003

Subject:Heres a song i rote
Posted by:warpedinnocence.
Time:1:29 pm.
Beautiful Deciever

Fear me, hate me, kill me, rape me
Unite the forces of ultimate evil
Coming towards fearful redemption
Kill what you can, fear what you can

{FUCK}

Shameless pain bled in desire
Holding to the shreaded bits
Irated, hated Fucking pissed
Take my brain, grind my thoughts

{SHIT}

Writhing in eternal sadness
Hating all the things in my own darkness
You've ruined all my hopes or realities

{WHY}

Chorus
Fire burns my soul, Death is inivatable
take this bloody noose
Hang me now (fuck)
dont try to break me loose (shit)
you ask.....(why)

Bridge
Fear me hate me kill me rape me
shameless pain bled in desire
writhing in eternal sadness
starry eyes, hiding in discuise
firey flames....

Fear me, hate me, kill me, rape me
Unite the forces of ultimate evil
Coming towards fearful redemption
Kill what you can, fear what you can

Chorus 2x
{SHIT}

Bridge
{WHY}

Shameless pain bled in desire
Holding to the shreaded bits
Irated, hated Fucking pissed
Take my brain, grind my thoughts

Chorus

|...Misery hanging from the golden thread of life, Pain is my only pleasure, crystal emotions turn to grey, Now everything is black...|

{Fear me......hate me.......kill me.....rape.......Shameless....pain....(bleed)}




© Jessica Jones
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Sunday, October 5th, 2003

Subject:The closest thing to non-sucky that I've written in forEVER. Be glad. Rejoice.
Posted by:sweetbabboo.
Time:7:46 pm.
Mood: calm.
Lives collide and intertwine
Oh, It's so good but so much like pain
You're not aware 'til it's too late.
Minds confide and realign
Oh, it's so refreshing but so familiar
I know you well, it's so peculiar
Hearts design a rule divine
Chance meeting and sparks combine
And all across the atmosphere
Inhibitions just disappear
All the Angels swoon to hear
As you whisper in my ear
'Always and forever, more love, no fear,
My dear, My dear, My dear ... '
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Tuesday, July 8th, 2003

Subject:No title ... Want to name it?
Posted by:sweetbabboo.
Time:10:16 pm.
Mood: hungry.
Sometimes I wish
The sun wouldn't rise
So I wouldn't be forced
to open my eyes
They seem like flaws
These precarious things
I wish I could fly
I wish I had wings
They say I'm crazy,
They say I'm insane,
Some say I'm just lazy
and some can't explain
And after the tests
All the charts and the graphs
They say it suggests
I'm just here for laughs
"Look at the young one
who can't decide,
who wants to run,
who wants to hide."
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Thursday, June 26th, 2003

Subject:LJ wont let me edit so here is more of the story im not finised w. yet
Posted by:warpedinnocence.
Time:6:28 am.
Mood: artistic.
The dark amplifies the chill of the falling snow as each flake falls sharply to the ground. It slows down only to land gently onto the surface of his eyelashes.

He is a dark mysterious creature with an almost alluring mystique about him. His cold piercing stare chills you from within, yet, it also tempts you with an almost certain lust for this being. He calls you into the shadows and lures you with the sweetness of his penetrating voice. The glimmer of the moon shows only his lips, bright red glinting from his previous feed. He licks his lips and for a brief moment you see his sharp fangs growing inch by inch, preparing itself for dessert. You cannot move, You just stare, unable to speak, unable to scream. You are left helpless and prey to him. He takes you slowly but swiftly beneath his cape, and for almost an instant, you feel safe, despite the circumstances. You can hear a low growl coming from him. He takes in a deep breath and caresses your face. You’re in his web now, trapped. At the last second you realize where you are and what’s going to happen. But its too late. He disappeared into the shadows, as you are left on your knees with blood running down your neck. You try to get up, but you fall down again, and lay in the snow as a pool of blood surrounds you. You are on the verge of dying. As you breathe your last gasp of air, you see him again, and he picks you up and you sleep in his arms.

Crystal tears form in your eyes as you awake from you deep slumber. He calls out to you
“My love, you are awake.”
You look into his eyes. The same dark eyes who called to you in the shadows. You jump,
“Who are you?” you ask, though your voice quivers in fear.
“I am Ahasurus, you wonder why you are here, correct?” You nod softly. “You are one of us now, a creature of the night, your long awaited dream! You called to us numerous amounts of times. IT was only a matter of time we would come to you. You are now what you always longed to be.”
You stare silently. He is right, this IS what you wanted, freedom. Freedom from home, freedom from the world. You have everything you desire. Well, almost. Your stomach starts to grumble and your new sharp fangs start to emerge.
“A little anxious to feed aren’t we?” You gulp with enthusiasm. “Woah little one, it is still too early for you. Here this shall calm your hunger.”
He picks up a bottle and breaks it. He cuts slowly along his wrists to open up his veins. Dark sweet blood starts to flow from the open wounds. You look at him and start to drink. The blood seems to burn you, yet warm you from within.
“Now its official.” You stare, perplexed at the short comment. Then at that moment you realize that once you drink the blood from the one who turned you, there is no turing back. You are a true vampyre now.

The room has a sick eerie feel to it. The walls are painted a crimson red and there is only one light, dimly illuminating the room. The chair in the corner is a deep beige, stained with old dried up blood. There is a single window in the room, draped with black satin. You peer out the window and the sun is just setting. A thick fog surrounds the house and visibility becomes limited. The moon tries to peer out from the thickening clouds. A storm is approaching.
You start to walk down the winding dust covered staircase and on your sides you notice paintings by Van Gough. One particular one caught your eye. The painting is called “Starry Night”. You’ve seen this painting many times, for it is one of your favorites. You remember a while back, you longed for the freedom of the night.
Ahasurus calls out to you; “A storm is brewing my love, it is best to keep in for the night.” You look at him and softly reply,
“Its OK. I live for storms.”
He nods at you and walks off. You fling open the chamber doors and you feel the strong breeze flow gently through your long black hair. It feels refreshing upon your pale skin. You step into the center of the yard and flutter your arms open, enjoying each breeze. Thunder grumbles in the distance. You lay on the grass, sprawled out upon each blade as it gently caresses your skin. IT feels so soft, so welcoming. You can just lay here for eternity.
“Weather here is strange” You think to your self. “From snow to rain, a thunderstorm no less, No matter.”
A few rain drops brush against your face. you take in a deep breath and close your eyes. It starts to rain lightly at first then heavy. The water pounding on your body soothes you as you fall into a deep sleep.

“As the sun sets I stand at the end of the bridge. The wind blows soft waves in the lake. Things are changing. Mentally and physically. But I just don’t understand what. On the brink of the horizon I see a bright light flash, and suddenly I am in a green field. As my cape blew in the breeze, I smell the fresh pines in the air. I open my eyes, and I am back on the ground where I fell asleep, cold and alone. I heard a voice call out to me “Gabriella let go, Gabriella, become me.” I got up to look, Nothing. As I was walking back to the house the voice kept on repeating in my head. I just didn’t understand what it meant. Then I heard “Ana na thrak, U bah gizar Doc vea divenve” From what I know it is old welsh, but I don’t know what it means.”
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Posted by:sweetbabboo.
Time:2:24 am.
Mood: crushed.
I was just writing random spew, and I wanted somewhere to post is, so I found this groovy comunity ... It's not my best work, it's just some crap written in a time of anger and resentment and hurt. Yay? It doesn't rhyme it's not very good and um ... yep ...

~*~*~*~*~

Take away this indignation
All this resentment
This grudge I hold onto, clinching my fists around it.
You said you cared but I can't help but think it was all a lie,
Just method, just routine, just script for you.
I can't help but feel that I was just a guinea pig,
An experiement to see how thin your compassion would stretch,
and once you saw the doorway out, You took it.
You didn't care, You didn't even look back.
Maybe you just didn't want to see my face,
Maybe you didn't want to know it was a mistake,
Maybe you just wanted to forget you were still needed.
I hate to say it,
I think you're selfish.</i>
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Tuesday, June 24th, 2003

Subject:Im not finished but this is wat i have...(a story)
Posted by:warpedinnocence.
Time:12:29 pm.
Mood: artistic.
The dark amplifies the chill of the falling snow as each flake falls sharply to the ground. It slows down only to land gently onto the surface of his eyelashes.

He is a dark mysterious creature with an almost alluring mystique about him. His cold piercing stare chills you from within, yet, it also tempts you with an almost certain lust for this being. He calls you into the shadows and lures you with the sweetness of his penetrating voice. The glimmer of the moon shows only his lips, bright red glinting from his previous feed. He licks his lips and for a brief moment you see his sharp fangs growing inch by inch, preparing itself for dessert. You cannot move, You just stare, unable to speak, unable to scream. You are left helpless and prey to him. He takes you slowly but swiftly beneath his cape, and for almost an instant, you feel safe, despite the circumstances. You can hear a low growl coming from him. He takes in a deep breath and caresses your face. You’re in his web now, trapped. At the last second you realize where you are and what’s going to happen. But its too late. He disappeared into the shadows, as you are left on your knees with blood running down your neck. You try to get up, but you fall down again, and lay in the snow as a pool of blood surrounds you. You are on the verge of dying. As you breathe your last gasp of air, you see him again, and he picks you up and you sleep in his arms.

Crystal tears form in your eyes as you awake from you deep slumber. He calls out to you
“My love, you are awake.”
You look into his eyes. The same dark eyes who called to you in the shadows. You jump,
“Who are you?” you ask, though your voice quivers in fear.
“I am Ahasurus, you wonder why you are here, correct?” You nod softly. “You are one of us now, a creature of the night, your long awaited dream! You called to us numerous amounts of times. IT was only a matter of time we would come to you. You are now what you always longed to be.”
You stare silently. He is right, this IS what you wanted, freedom. Freedom from home, freedom from the world. You have everything you desire. Well, almost. Your stomach starts to grumble and your new sharp fangs start to emerge.
“A little anxious to feed aren’t we?” You gulp with enthusiasm. “Woah little one, it is still too early for you. Here this shall calm your hunger.”
He picks up a bottle and breaks it. He cuts slowly along his wrists to open up his veins. Dark sweet blood starts to flow from the open wounds. You look at him and start to drink. The blood seems to burn you, yet warm you from within.
“Now its official.” You stare, perplexed at the short comment. Then at that moment you realize that once you drink the blood from the one who turned you, there is no turing back. You are a true vampyre now.
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Saturday, June 7th, 2003

Subject:Silent fate
Posted by:warpedinnocence.
Time:9:05 am.
Silent Fate
by: Jessica Jones
Standing in the dark, in what seems like an almost clear oasis. The sky is pitch black and there are no stars, no moon, nothing. Just an endless blackened sky that goes on for miles. The wind begins to blow, slow and steady at first, then it begins to speak to me in a whispering cry. She wants to leave, she needs to escape this confined place, to be free. I try to converse with her, the voice, but she doesn’t listen to me. She only speaks her will, her wants. I understand this voice. She speaks about leaving, going to a better place. It seems the voice is mine.
I look around and I see nothing, I feel nothing. Only, this desire to escape as the voices’ wish. She says “Goodbye cruel world, I’m leaving you today.” But yet, she stays, getting louder each day, until she screams “TAKE ME AWAY FROM THIS PLACE! for, there is nothing left here for me...”
I understand. I am the soft whispers, I am the screams. I am asphyxiated and “No one understands!” Only... the voice. Is it in my head? Or, are the soft whispers to the piercing screams heard by others? I speak: “I am leaving forever and now.”
The voice slows to a steady whisper in the wind, lost on words to say. She is older and wiser now. Confusion and immaturity has passed and she is left with the sweet asperations on what could of been. She thought it before and now she knows she cannot leave. She must stay. The world is too cold, too dark and mysterious for the voice to handle. She stays rooted, forever. Escaping only in revere on what she only wished for.
I forfill this dream, I forfill this need. The need of the voice. I leave. I am the one. I was rooted, now i am exhumed and freed. I leave, silent. I only go to satisfy myself.

The wish of the tree has been granted.
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Tuesday, May 6th, 2003

Subject:hi!
Posted by:silent_rose.
Time:10:10 pm.
Mood: crushed.
*C*people who care
will always be there,
When the world begins to tear.
No one was ever there for me
They always left me be,
thinking I was always so free.

Stop Me

I cant breath,
The water in my lungs,
The frost at my fingertips
The blue on my lips.

I cant think,
The stabbing of needles in my chest,
The poking of my flesh,
The world of pain that is my bane.

I cant speak.
Something stopping me,
Something pushing me,
Something killing me.

*C*

I warned you all.
But no one was listening.
I reached out my hands,
Drenched in blood of my self preservation

No one saw
even though I was in a crowed street.
And as I laid there,
Glazing eyes ...
I made one last attempt
For them to save lives

*C*

And I made them all hear
When I decided to scream.
I found people were listening
So, I stopped my voice, hoarse and raw.
Blood.... was all they saw.
Once more I looked around to see nothing.
So I screamed again,

*C*

And soon I was left with nothing.

(well thats my big poem for now. Sorry.... I've been grounded for a great while ^_^;)
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Monday, May 5th, 2003

Subject:Breath Of Death
Posted by:warpedinnocence.
Time:1:35 pm.
Mood: artistic.
Uncontrolled, All restraint has been lost
Turning inward, Its myself that I attack
Creating my own emotional prison
I find myself enslaved in chains of earthly wealth
Confusion will be all that you find

Chorus:
Just breathe and focus
How can i when the air is so cold and empty
What do I have to do, or,
Who do i have to kill to get what I want
Desolation, Desire, Exhale, Pass away

Yesterday I forgot to breathe
seems like everyday is kill or be killed
the smiles are getting so difficult to fake
let it out, exhale the pain
push past the point of raw emotion
I WILL BREATHE

Chours

Bridge:
Crushed velvet is the lining of my coffon
my eulogy is mine own i write
starving, searching this deep dark hole
i will be in for eternity

Chorus

|...Screaming at this prison ive locked myself into, the loneliness is too much for me to take, destroy the prettiest starry night, every evening that i die...|

Die
Why must I
Die

Breathe
Just let me
Breathe

Cry
Frozen Tears I
Cry

Die
Just le me
Die....


© Jessica Jones
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Friday, May 2nd, 2003

Subject:Top sided vision
Posted by:fox_mulder112.
Time:8:06 am.
Mood: pensive.
Preaching to the classless
Teaching to the masses
Giving mass to the faceless passes
All for a history of blisters and catches
It doesn't pay to be sensitive and matchless
Because you end up knowing
How much of a farce this is

BLIND SIDE ME WITH YOUR MEMORIES
FAKE FACES AND HERESIES
AND ALL I GET IS ANOTHER TRIPPED MIND DISEASE
AND WITH THE
BANG
BANG
BANG OF THE ENDING IN MY BRAIN
I DOUBT THAT YOU CAN TELL ME
IF I'LL LEARN TO HATE AGAIN

Try hard for the high post
Sink low with that loud boast
Your host a thief as you just coast
All for a treachery of another past ghost
It isn't good to be blinded by most
Because you end up knowing
How far you can get dosed
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