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So I'm taking what I posted on SH to here. Much to lazy to repeat myself and I hate repeating myself ( Read more... ) -
No Daddy
Words cannot speak
through a sewn mouth,
tiny blood drops gather
at the corners miniscule screams
slip through the tiniest
of opening, spoken
like a virgin, blood
stained sheets
strewn on the semen
soaked mattress
that lays in the corner
of the dank basement
empty eye sockets
glow under a black
light, eerie and strange,
shadows caught between
the past and present ( Read more... ) -
body aches/pains/exhaustion/agony/defeat
I honestly don't know where to begin anymore. I haven't slept in a long time it seems. It's not attainable anymore. When I sleep its drug induced and not restful. Its full of fits, nightmares, tossing and turning, leg pains, body aches, trembling and just plain out exhaustion. I feel like my muscles are sewn to pulleys and they are being stretched ( Read more... ) -
.mistaken.
such a mess
nothing left to
lose
disconnect
and self
destruct..
one blade at
a time..
everybody's talking
but they don't
say a thing
silence is
crimson red
one blade at
a time..
you and
your hands
so violent
and pristine
a cock fight
shots lined
up..
burning agony
vodka tastes
like
ashes
dust to
dust
let me have
my fun
tonight.. -
.would you.
Lie to me
Would you
die for me?
My precious,
would you?
(fallen)
Watch from
the shadow
distance
Cave in,
let them
murder me
Bones and
ashes
Marred skin
Coffee stained
blouse
Blood drips
down calling
out to me
(voices)
whispering
unto me
Save me
(no, don't)
Electric pulses
shatter the
mirror.
(mirror, mirror)
On the wall,
is it me that
that you see?
Forced open
Scarred
(broken)
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.one night of passion.
okay.
living in a small town has its perks and then not so much. i went out last night.. thinking there was going to be a party for someone..but no..but i did so happen to bump into sergio..so i'm at heritage (gas station) getting some food for mom before i go out..and walks in sergio..he's a hot, naughty man. he sees me and he's oh no..its trouble ( Read more... ) -
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-sigh-..
i'm empty. and existing. thats it.
thats all that i have to say.
-exits- -
Writer's Block: Sticks and Stones
That I didn't love them. When in fact I did.
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wow..i haven't wrote in this in a long time.
thought maybe i would start. -
.shadow.
Tool
Forty-Six & 2 My shadow's Shedding skin and I've been picking scabs again. I'm down digging through my old muscles looking for a clue. I've been crawling on my belly clearing out what could've been. I've been wallowing in my own confused and insecure delusions for a piece to cross me over or a word to guide me in. I wanna feel the changes ( Read more... )