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[09 Nov 2004|12:16pm]

the_iris
[ music | Thursday-Understnading In a car crash ]

No Sence In Dears

Dear
whome ever
Echos
against me
Screams
in my head
Oh how could you
Don't try to make
-sence-
me touching you
My dear
finger tips
And long necks
and flicks and ticks
of our tongues
Fasinating
our interactions
Grazing skin
and breathing
-smoke-
It to no end
of the cigarette
And burn my
tears
away for you
Can't
see...me
-here-
the pain
Crawl
out of scars
That healed long before you
Dearly I declare you

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Don't Touch Me There! [23 Oct 2004|11:45am]

meow4now
Don't Touch Me There )
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cry [14 Oct 2004|12:20pm]

crazielilkissr
[ mood | excited ]
[ music | the wall ]

cry
lie
die
fly


come join letterlounge55

 

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pull me out or bury me deep [02 Oct 2004|09:47pm]

distress_me
[ mood | solitarily alone ]
[ music | round here// counting crows ]

Hi, im kriia.

i've just joined.

Not even 24 hours ago i've been officially declared anemic by my doctor, and i'll be forced to take iron suplements...

half of me enjoys the idea of realizing something is really wrong with me...

the other half couldnt care less...





feel the heart pound in a loveless way
long for release from a prison cage
antisipation and anxiety for attention and affection
the cry of a loveless soul.

Pull yourself together, apology unaccepted
as i plead for forgiveness
for my will is all yours
and you are all i ask for

Take my words with eagerness
for they are all i have
I hold them in an envelope
adressed in ink, sealed with solicitude
but feel the heart pound in a loveless way



My favorite song is 10+ years old and still makes me cry each time i hear it.... its actually playing right now...

im yelled at by my best friend for being depressed and writing "sadistic" things...she doesnt understand me...

give me someone to love... cause i dont think anyone really does round here.
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[19 Sep 2004|09:27am]

_hangedbeauty_
Hi Im new here, my names Kristen. I just started writing poetry and I was searching for a place to post my poems and found this community.

So heres my 1st one.

My whole life is turning around
But my wine glass is full again
He says Im gonna fuck it all up

I tell him 2 stay out of my life
But I forgot he is my life
My soul, my breath, the voice inside my head

He called me his Choco latte
his speed and his acid
because he wants someone 2 blame for his headaches and weekly bathroom spasms

I fell into a hazy dream state
after I passed out on his sofa chair
I was swallowed up by the soft cushions till morning
when I awoke I smelled of leather and attempted suicide

He kissed my scars and made my bed
I wouldnt lie in it till I made it myself
The sheets came out crumpled and the pillows didnt fluff

Fuck" I said "Fuck"
but not you, youve fucked me enough
"youre sexy when you bleed" he said
Fuck

I kissed you on the balcony
For the whole city 2 see
HBO played in the background

the lights from the downtown windows
lighted up the smokey sky
You lift my skirt
I breathe you sigh


My wine glass is full again
but my coke necklace is empty
The walls dont sway 2 the throbing in my mind anymore
and it saddens me

I want to control the walls again
I want to be in control

Detox was a fucker
I thought Id die
You wish, I wish

You dont love me you asshole
You dont love me mama
Of course


My eyes are always simple
Not wild like in the past
Damn
Im pissed
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False self decleration [05 Sep 2004|02:38am]

the_iris
I painted myself up
I put on the clothes
To show you my beauty
I am only skin deep today
YOu can't see
Me shiver and shake
When your toung licks my neck
My eyes roll back
Today my falseness
seems to have succeed
I pulled the wool over your eyes
Deep green and beautyful they are
And some how I end up loving you
when the fuck did that happen
This was a trick
For you my dear
And I was suppose to walk away unscatthed
But some how I'm scarred
And I have to paint away
Everything I hate about
myself
and my insicurities
LAy benth my closed eyes
Can you see them
the trick back fired
And I have failed
I have not succeed
And you'll run with your eyes
oh how they are beautiful
away from my
false
Beautiful
painted
self.
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this is what i'm about. [23 Jul 2004|02:47pm]

drowning_syntax
[ mood | artistic ]
[ music | wonderwall --ryan adams ]



this is me. these are my words, and i'm about to expose them.
shadowbox is now available through amazon. check it out and buy it. support the starving artist routine.
(click, click.)
(if you need more proof.)

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Another shattered dream [13 Jul 2004|05:25pm]

oknowimmad
[ mood | uncomfortable ]

Heartache formed
Inside a cell
Brought on by
Another shattered dream

Tormented dreams
Lies of laughter
Become familiar thanks to
Another shattered dream

Existence deteriorating
Fading away
Disappearing into
Another shattered dream

Forgetting to breath
Blackness come across
Listless life denied because,
Of another shattered dream

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clenched at the throat [05 Jul 2004|01:28pm]

drowning_syntax
[ mood | creative ]
[ music | this water --ida ]

hello all, i'm new here. =)
just thought i'd post something...


clenched at the throat

it was a foreign (love) affair,
you and me.
your filthy penetrations and dirty tongue gliding
in and out of my ears and mind
light my fire, you say. make me spark.

and i’m ashamed of my curiosity
it was me who corrupted this.
torture me with your intentions. take it take me
i’m yours now.

and i don’t want to be trapped inside you
and i don’t want to be trapped inside you
and i don’t want to be trapped inside you

but my hip bones kicked into yours
as we broke the skin and played our little game
and i scraped my nails against the nape of your neck
i am flint and you are stone. now ignite.

and my rib cage collided with yours and our hearts touched
and beat each other clenched at the throat
i pushed my ears to the hollow space above your collarbone
and listened for the sound of defeat;

but i heard my lungs scream
but i heard my lungs scream
but i heard my lungs scream

breathe a little bit faster close your eyes and sink a little deeper
gasping for breath and riding out the motions
fatal lover, you look at me
like i’m beautiful.

you rub my arm like a petal and i wonder if
and when you’ll pull me apart and laugh
pull my spine against the floor and break my heart
in the bathroom stall.

i closed my mouth like a rose and shut you off
as you moved your palms against my stomach
and i pressed my lips inside my face bleeding from your noxious kisses
white cells splitting and intoxicating me like venom

but i can take it, you know i can.
my knees are strong and my teeth are thorns.

i move my tongue across your neckline and trace the
protuberance of your bones
the jagged contours almost piercing your skin
and i unclench my jaw and inject you with my toxin
now ignite.

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go get your knife [11 Jun 2004|05:50pm]

rx_queen9
[ mood | sadness ]

hey i'm new here.
i like what i've read so far and i hope you dont mind my poem.
-Carly.
The Goodbye Song

There were a few words I wanted to say
That you wouldn’t have heard anyway

Something in your eyes told me to let you go
Something in my heart told me not to

I always thought that if I got my heart broken,
I could put it back together again.

I overlooked the fact that you still
have some of the pieces
Can I have them back?

I wanted to keep you forever
Just never let you go

Whispered sentiments sting my eyes
As I pry my soul away from you

Without you I feel alone
And empty…
like nothing can ever make me happy again

I wished upon a star for you
And now you’re going back to them

Why can’t you stay here with me?
You were mine for a little while…
We could just stay this way

But instead
I hear your whispered words of goodbye
Over the gentle breeze

Like fading notes from a piano
They float over and away until they’re gone

Hence, you are the Goodbye Song

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[11 Jun 2004|10:22am]

_freak_magnet_

hi! i'm new here and just wanted to post some of my poems. . .

here they are. . . )

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[31 May 2004|01:28pm]

the_iris
[ mood | bitchy ]
[ music | Pearl Jam ]

I can see his pain in the color of his voice.
Bleeding out of every un healed scar
Bleed and cry.
Cry for the days we let go buy.

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[22 May 2004|02:32pm]

pouringdeath
Hello, I just joined this community.

Im interested in writing and reading poetry from other writers such as yourselves.

Youre all very talented. *smile*

So, i hope everyone feels free to comment any opinion you have and criticize my work. I dont mind..even if it's bad criticism..i need to know that i suck.

Well, first off..im sorry about the length of this..

Don't Forget

I felt my knees tremble as I collapsed onto the imperturbable ground
I felt a bitter cold take over my body
The grass was damp from the morning dew
The sun shown down on my pale face

I dreamt about moments like these for a long time
I dreamt about the laceration which perceived the very souls
Long lost in destruction
I dreamt about the reckoning, that brought upon an ungrateful pandemonium
I dreamt of blood
Seeping through life’s arena

A sky turned gray
A world torn by an entity of adversity
A shadow of faces, locked behind an invisible door
A besieged graveyard to the atrocious past
Fever began to seep through my skin

I remember a world where everything seemed to be all right
I remember a song that turned my world upside down, gave me hope in a new day
I remember the soft, delicate skin
Of your hand touching mine
I remember the things you told me, you told me I’d never be alone
I remember weeping on my bed
As the thought of your soul in purgatory ran through my brain like a nightmare

I followed you- to the place of self-resurrection
To the place of indisposed misfortune
To the place where souls traipse silently without notice
To the place my heart remains scouring for the dead euphoria
Once a reality presented with the littlest gratitude and taken away by the hand of a ripper


I mourn over your sepulcher
I mourn over the lugubrious truths that face humans each day
I mourn over the hatred people restrain inside their minds
I mourned over the violence
That traumatized the world with trepidation
I mourn over your last words, “Don’t forget”

I touched the letters on your gravestone
I told my heart not to cry
The way you left the world, was just to be patriotic
I took my letter to you, propped it up against your monolith
Inside I inscribed my last good-bye:

Dear Angel, the years seemed so eternal
I don’t know where you may be
I don’t know if you remember me
Right now I feel baffled, I’m not sure what path I should take
I haven’t slept in three days, my soul hasn’t rested since you died
My world has no clouds, the normalcy is straining my skull
Angel, I want you to know that I love you
My time is coming to a close, like a horror story coming to an end
The gentle sways of fate is taking my hand
Taking me, leading me back to you
I need to tell you something, one last thing before I go
Don’t forget
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[18 May 2004|03:25pm]

fet_ish_a
[ mood | curious ]
[ music | Modest Mouse ]

hi, Im Elizabeth.

MMM I just joined.

excitement.

"I didnt know that the words you said to me meant more to me than they ever could you."[modest mouse]

so.
I guess the most important things about me are that I'm Bipolar(yes, i do live inside my diagnosis) and I am currently working through a disgusting heartbreak that I would be happy to bitch about<3.(it involves stolen cars, unprotected sex with cops, and cow tipping, 2 years in prison. yayyyy)I always here to talk, I really enjoy those long conversations, *tell me your story*. I also happen to be anemic.eeeiii!

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[18 May 2004|04:01pm]

x3oh_prettybaby
title or description

All the trust is gone )
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[24 Apr 2004|03:29pm]

spunderelict
[ mood | apathetic ]
[ music | radioheadthebends ]

im having fun already

ill forget you before you get to the door
and then wonder for days who shut it

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You're just trying to get by... [21 Apr 2004|10:55pm]

vida_bohemia
[ mood | calm ]
[ music | Ani DiFranco, Promised Land ]

Hello, I'm new here. I'm sure you see many introductory posts, and I don't think mine will be any different. Heh, sorry to bore you. I joined this community because it looked interesting, and it probably will be.

My name is Lisa. I'm recently sixteen. I'm a sophomore in high school currently residing in Connecticut. I write poetry a lot, but I don't belive I'm very good. I am a (partially recovered) purging anorexic. I dance ballet, tap, jazz, lyrical, hip-hop, and I do many, many other things. Sometimes I like to entertain the thought that I'm creative and interesting.

So hi there.

All right, I seem to be under the impression that this is a poetry community. If I'm wrong, I apologize. So I guess I'll post a poem. This one is entitled Seraphic. It's a free-verse piece with no meter. Yea, it's not about me; it's about someone I despise and loathe and all that good stuff. Enjoy. And comments and critiques are extremely welcomed, of course.

Seraphic

For the masses to see her
beautiful and dead,
would be a dream come true.
Her words are inked on the page
as if her own lips kissed
each phrase onto the paper.

Martyrdom:
how she needs to be seen.
Wishes to see herself,
elegantly perched upon a crucifix;
and no one else would make
as sublime a sufferer as she.

She's not adored nor cherished.
Never beautiful, but maybe
she could almost pass for simple.
And sometimes, I think she knows it.
I think I need her to know it.

She isn't a graven image,
but you know she wants it.
Surreptitious self-loathing
is too strong,
and she's her own poison.
Synonomous to an oleander:
Toxic and seraphic.

If vanity is masochism, then
in essence she's
only killing herself.
Or is she just a masochist?

For the masses to see her
beautiful and dead,
would be my pleasure.

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[06 Apr 2004|03:25pm]

redmilk
[ mood | none ]

uhm i joined because it feels like home here.
anemic and sweet.
i am literally anemic and i could say sweet.
no really... i think i am too sweet.
too sweet to hurt myself rather than hurt someone who hurts me.
*sigh*

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paranoid...so afraid [07 Apr 2004|01:32am]

playmedead
Days are sour and enemies are sweet.
The terbulant distrust that runs through these thoughts
...i can't escape it
Held down by this thing we call love.
Love that is so one-sided it takes its toll everyday just to knock me down to gut wrenching pain making me vomit up her lies just to be cleaned up by her re-assurance when she sees me cry...then
it all starts over again.
To escape it means to be alone and being alone gives me time to remember all the pain.
The one way to escape it...we all know the only way...but i cant...
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For the heartbroken... [08 Mar 2004|06:46pm]

fadedjewel
[ mood | complacent ]
[ music | "Falling away" -Tantric ]

My friend and I have created a community for heartbroken people,
Instead of "Love" quotes, we opted to go the anti-love road.
So, if you're up to good quotes, song lyrics, etc.
[info]forlorn_words is the place for you. =).



<3.

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