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Tuesday, February 13, 2007
 haha
ya, if many of you were confused by the post below, know this....I am a girl, but I'm BI. so I like dudes and chiks, k?
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Saturday, February 10, 2007
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...I need a girlfriend =_=
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Friday, February 9, 2007
 aye......
*sigh* I went at it again. ya see, I always had this sexual urge for one of my best friends. he's really cute and a really cool emo, but I just always wanted to screw him haha XD
but as I got to know him more, I developed a liking for him; a strong one. all those love poems I wrote, like the one below, was about him. I really started came to the hard fact that I truly loved this boy.
So with the pressure of many, I decided to ask him out to one of my school's dances. he said he'd love to, but he was punished and couldn't. it made him happy to know that I cared for him, but the cold truth was yet to come.
On my FFR site, he commented my wall. he comprehended that I truly loved him..and stated that he didn't want to be nothing morew than friends...and even though I cannot change that and it's up to him, it still really hurts.
But it's all good now, for deep down I know that I'm better off alone. I'm semi-glad it happened this way. because if I couldn't stop my feelings from fleeing out of my stone cold heart, then he had to be the one to reject, as everyone else in my past has.
So now, I still hang out with him, I just tend to be colder. I can manage lust, and everyone has to admit a good fuck is fullfilling once in awhile...but love isn't for everyone, and I just wanna lose it quickly.
well, peace
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Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Ummm..a favor..
It might be too much to ask but...can you plllllz comment on the below poem? I wanna see if it's good or bad so I can decide whether to use it or not. Thank you.
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Monday, February 5, 2007
 *sigh* here's mi love poem.....critisizm welcomed...
In the darkest of days, the bitter coldness of the night.
He is my eternal heavenly angel of light.
Mere words cannot define the true core of my love for him,
Because that kind of love runs deep within, being stronger than the wages of sin.
I want to forever stare into his eyes, into those mystic ashes of loneliness.
Hold him tightly and so close to me, as we fade away to our very own abyss.
But as we venture the real world about, I’ll put my life on the line to protect him.
For if anyone hurts or attempts to strike him, I’ll lose all mortality and kill them.
And if you dared to murder my love, prematurely separate his soul from his corpse,
I’d stab you ninety-nine times, burn your fucking flesh alive and go into solitary remorse.
So many urges to cut myself would come into play, but I’d swear never to do that upon his grave.
I may not be able to hold such tears to be shed, but I will eventually move on and continue this life brave.
Because no matter where he is, no matter where we are,
My love for him will never cease, near, or from the afar.
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mk peeps...
wrkin on a new poem...a love 1. but i wont get 2 u guyz till l8tr 2night or 2morrow. but imma b here 4 some time so feel free 2 pm me or if ya got it, im me on aim. well, peace evry1
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Sunday, February 4, 2007
wrote this a long ass time ago....when i just broke up w/ my 1st love...
Cut me out of existence, drain the dried blood from my black broken heart.
Renew the fresh and color my nails red, make my face a work of art.
Take my hair and drench it in sorrow, cover my good eye and make me blind.
Darken my eyes and poison my lips with yours, then kick me aside and leave me to cry.
Tie those chains around my crippled neck, provide small clothes for me to squeeze into.
Let me hold my dear sweet breath, so that you can breathe what’s left and I can die soon.
Hand me your precious razorblades, I’ll stick one in both of my wrists thought I may not even bleed.
Then hand me a pure loaded gun, with a skull imprinted on it and death is what I need.
My corpse is just and empty shell, my cold shallow soul forever restless.
So just let me die, I won’t even feel the mundane pain subjected more or less.
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But if I can never be happy, and I hate what will never go away,
And I bleed internally always, externally without my violin to sway,
Then why am I still here, alive and free of suicide?
Because eventually I’ll die anyways, so I might as well use up my time.
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Saturday, February 3, 2007
*sigh* im so emo...
Petals of vibrant lavender flowers shrivel up and slowly began to fade away into the misty abyss dwelling inside surrounding stratus clouds, suffocating, its poison sucking all life from mortal flesh and leaving emptiness for the meek, the broken-hearted, torn apart and dry of faithful fountains confronting the false hope to which lead them upon this place, a boney grave just for you, your fucking life, your fucking friends, your mother fucking bitch ass dreams, wishes, and hopes, and you would fucking suffer…
But I’ll take your place, in this world, instead of you.
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Friday, February 2, 2007
 poem time again...
You are a star, burning shy yet burning bright.
You are so beautiful, a wonderous glory to my sight.
You have such amazing talent, even though be it not discovered yet.
Please, don’t give up now, don’t let yourself be tangled in life’s enigmatic web.
You have your own morals, strong, but not constricting.
You have your mental power, all your knowledge unwriffleing.
You have the attention to redeem yourself from thy suicidal crypts.
But you haven’t the will, and you’re all alone with frozen lips.
Several knives to your heart, many thick chains tied to your brain.
But those shackles are getting rusty, it’s time to break free and make your claim.
Enough blood has been shed, enough lies have been told.
Forget all the people, and all the misconceptions they have sold.
The time to rise is now, to find and accept your one and only place.
For if you can’t have at least the littlest pride for your own face…
You are already half-dead.
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Thursday, February 1, 2007
Heres a pretty good poem (i think) enjoy...
A Woman's Beauty
What’s more beautiful…Destruction or Power?
A woman with her delicate wings torn and bleeding,
A woman standing firm, strong, with proud tattered wings.
One a great sadness, a burden to herself,
The other so neutral, she burdens everyone else.
She crying tears in the mist, so lonely, and no one around to hear her,
She shedding no tears with those fiery eyes, and no mortal eyes to ever see any tears at all.
So cold, so empty, longing for attentive care and love,
Always warm, filled with strength, cursing love and in never need of it.
Her expression, either depressed or completely a soulless doll,
Her look, apathetic and mutual, or eyes circled with the ring of hate.
The desires, the cravings, oh how she lusts for love,
An everlasting stamina of battle, the only urges to kill.
She suffers and deteriorates, her flesh decaying and slowly rotting away,
She struggles and suffocates, her hellish hatred slowly melting her heart away.
The mortal angel chooses death, covered in blood and tears, with a bullet in her head.
The restless demon chooses to kill, covered in angel’s blood, a gun in her hand.
They both had their decisions, their lives, their own self beings….but to you, which is more beautiful?
A destructive, mind crumbling, heart broken mistress….or…
A powerful, strengthening, emotionless hated demon?
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