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[thedeadguy]

I am wigging out here. This move thing is taking more out of me than I expected. Nothing like sifting through broken memories of 6 years. Every box I open is an entirely new cacophony of sorrow, happiness, and memories. So yes I have been writing quite a bit. I think I am focusing too much on distractions and less on what is relevant at this point

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[dragon_mistress]

I'm sorry to see you so down. I know that you don't know me from Adam... or Eve as it were. But, sometimes it helps to talk to a stranger. There are no biases. I know this from experience. Besides, I'm a pretty good listener. Just thought I'd throw that out there. I don't like to see anyone down, whether I know them or not. *sending good thoughts your way*

[thedeadguy]

actually, I am more pissed at my inactivity and procrastination. I fell into some bad habbits over the recent years that seriously need rectified. That and I have to realize not every girl is like the last. which is taking a little longer than originally anticipated. I have to stop thinking I am treating someone like dirt when I am not. That and I have become overly appologetic. I apologise when I haven't done something wrong at all. I am glad I have such a patient and tollerant gf right now. I just hope she is willing to stick it through with me on this one. Thanks for adding me too BTW, you seem cool, and easy going. We should start e-mailing each other wome of our poetry. Though I may have to do some serious digging to find my stuff. (The house being a mess from all the packing) I am sure I will find some eventually. . or just write more. well TTYL

-theDeadGuy

[dragon_mistress]

Thank you for the compliment. I wrote this about a year ago after looking at a rather frightening ink blot. However, it seems to possibly fit the situation.

The Boogieman

Fear, seduction
The boogieman is upon you.
No place to run, no place to hide
For his sights are on you.
Shadows in the background
Following your every move
Which way will he go,
Forever will you lose.
Don’t close your eyes
He sees you in your dreams
Reddening your thoughts
Masking your screams.
Lost in the darkness
His soul has been forgotten.
Searching for a host
His heart has gone rotten.
STOP!
Turning slowly you see
Absolutely nothing
Standing in front of thee.
Beating is the sound
Of the pulse in your chest.
Clawing and scratching
Is the sound you hear best.
Where could he be?
Hiding in front of me.
Following the sound
Forward you search.
Alone in the darkness
In a corner you perch.
Beating and scratching
Closer they get.
All around you
Soon to get you, you fret.
Convulsing with horror
You wake to find
That all of him exists
Only in your mind.

[thedeadguy]

Verry enjoyable. :) I look forward to reading more of your work.

-The Dead Guy