Part IAging and change. Everything is red. I don’t know where I am or why I am there, I don’t have enough time to think about my reality, in this moment and in this red landscape I see a face, it is completely new to me but looks somewhat familiar to me. Continue reading →
Entries from May 2001 ↓
The inevitable end
May 23rd, 2001 — death
The Tally
May 23rd, 2001 — darkness
“Day 2,683©” I said as I slowly wrote the number on the wall © Ihad forgotten to write it down earlier, as my schedule had becomequite hectic working a double shift in the factory© Looking down to thefreshly drawn black chalk on the wall I realized that the number taken up the last free bit of space left on the walls, and a new day was starting© It had not occurred to me that I would ever be in here so long as to run out of space to write the day© I looked down at the floor frommy bed, making sure not to smudge the numbers on the floor with myfeet© While they issued shoes to us, I found them to be quiteuncomfortable, and wore them only on the days that I had to work© Looking through the bars on my cell I caught a glimpse of risingsunlight from the rather miniscule window down the hallway© It was sobeautiful, I nearly began to cry© Two thousand, six hundred andeighty three days since I had felt its brilliant rays sparkle down on myskin© I put my hands out through the bars, hoping to catch some of thelight, as if to draw it away from the rest of the Earth© No guards weresearching the prison this early, and there would be nobody here toscold me© Besides, there was nobody here to judge me anyway© Continue reading →
Slaughtered Like A Whore
May 23rd, 2001 — poetic
Dead Girls Don’t Say No: A Love Story
May 23rd, 2001 — poetic
Ecstasy’s Touch
May 23rd, 2001 — poetic
Rape
May 23rd, 2001 — poetic
Troubled Eyes
May 23rd, 2001 — poetic
BLESS THE DEVIL
May 23rd, 2001 — poetic
THE DAY OF MY DEATH IS THE DAY I LONG FOR
May 23rd, 2001 — poetic
Tomarrow
May 23rd, 2001 — darkness
Sometimes you think that the world is over with, just because something has happened in your life so bad that you don’t want to go onl living. I always wonder.. what would tomarrow be like without me? Would the weather suddenly turn stormy and all hell break loose, or would the great angel of god come to earth to rejoice my death, and honor my short life. You can never really understand things until they happen to you. Just keep thinking to yourself.. what would tomarrow be like without me?
Whisper
May 23rd, 2001 — poetic
My Own Victim
May 23rd, 2001 — poetic
my poem
May 23rd, 2001 — poetic
My True Love
May 23rd, 2001 — poetic
Cade is now Angel_Slayer
May 23rd, 2001 — death
hey this is Cade…i am now to be reckoned as Angel_Slayer got a poblem with this well suck my dick mother fucker…i slay angels for fun and watch them burn…
Something to Believe in…Lies.
May 23rd, 2001 — darkness
I’m stuck in a Private Catholic school. I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to study this shit, but I have to. Every single day I hear someone say: “Be good or God will punish you”. Then, in Religion classes they teach us not to be be afraid of God. If we take the right steps and if we believe in him, we’ll never be on his bad side. Then, I heard some where else that God was forgiving and he was nothing but good… The story had changes, funny don’t you think?! It’s funny how we all kiss this guy’s ass that’s never helped no one in the end and that’s never even changed nothing in our lives. Well, mine anyways. Then, when I express my opinions, I laughed at. It’s funny how things change in the story and how I’m told I should respect this “thing” that’s never even helped me out. People only want something to believe in, something to trust that isin’t really there. Religions are lies, and it’s fuuny that everyone believes in this stuff… Why does it even matter? I don’t need to believe in lies.-Kitty (courtney_w9@hotmail.com)
I never cared…
May 23rd, 2001 — death
For the past few days, alot of people have been asking me about death, and why I’m not afraid of it. I told them all th same. I never really cared about it all and that will never change. What happens happens and I have no control over it. It sucks to leave people behind and just leave them in pain but everyone has to die sometime. It’s not big deal as I see it. Many of my friends have already died and since then, I think I have already died right along with them. I have no life in me and I don’t care about death. -Kitty
the reapers tale
May 23rd, 2001 — poetic
one stitch
May 23rd, 2001 — poetic
swallow
May 23rd, 2001 — poetic
Dont you Dare Leave Me
May 23rd, 2001 — poetic
Whats going on ?
May 23rd, 2001 — poetic
Important News coming soon.
May 22nd, 2001 — darkness
Important news coming soon.
For now, a few important things. Continue reading →
A Vampire in the Confessional - Part 4
May 21st, 2001 — vampire
(Note to the reader: the lines indicate change of first-person view)I stood in the shower, trying to wash away my sins and this nagging guilt. I felt naked, cold and exposed, no matter how hot I had the water on me. I have concluded that hell will be cold, and I will be naked. I fear that more than the flames. The priest had told me that I must atone for what I had done, since I cannot bring her back. How the hell am I supposed to do that? How can I make the dead happy? Kill myself? The more that my questions and troubles rose, so did the water at the bottom of my shower. Continue reading →
Knowledge of the Psychic Vampire
May 21st, 2001 — vampire
The description of a psychic vampire has been given in many different forms and in multiple casts. Some say they are evil, created only to take away our dreams. Others claim that they are only surviving, just as humans do, on the power of other things. It is also said that psychic vampires are just humans that are more aware of their energy use. Continue reading →
Schizophrenic Suicide
May 21st, 2001 — darkness
By: Cari Wittmier She nailed her wrist to the floor and waited. In her boney hand she held a note, tightly. Wondering if she’d ever escape… She heard those familure voices. Continue reading →
Ryan And Cayce
May 21st, 2001 — erotica
Right now Cayce and Ryan Are in class. We are very bored and are very horny. We don’t know what to do about it. We have been playing around with eachother and feeling eachothes hair. But we want more. Were not quite sure how since there are other students in class but we want this. ANy suggestions on how we can do this and be sneaky? Ryan is a very good looking 18 year old with Jay Gordon hair and sexy hazel eyes. He is 5′8 and 150. Now about Cayce. Cayce has redish brown hair, and is the height of Ryan minus and inch. Her boobs are very delightfull and much more than a hand full for Ryan. We can take pictures for anyone who cares. Please give us some usefull info. Thanks Ryan And Cayce. AKA STUDENT SEX SYMBOLS
my father….
May 21st, 2001 — horror
hey to everyone..well when i was younger until i was about 11 my dad would always hurt me…by teling me really hurtful things or even hitting me….well hes stoped after i punched him in the face and he realized that i will tell some one and i did…and now when ever hes with me he knows not to get to close to me and if he does i can go tell my mom ……and just the other day he was really nice to me and i had no idea why and he than gave me 20 bux and i was shocked and he told me to spend it on anything that i wantedd…welll he or my mom dont know i slice myself and they are pretty noticeable and everything..stupid parents dont even know wats going on in my life….well i guess my friends are my real family since i hate my family and i love my friends…
A Kittens’ Struggle Finally Ends
May 21st, 2001 — death
I had a kitten named Tanthalass that had to be put to sleep today because of an ongoing infection in his body and a cist in his neck that cut the circulation to his head. I didn’t realize how attatched to that cat I was until the vet came out from the operating room and informed me that the only help he could give to Tanthalass was to put him to sleep.”It will be painless,” he said “and Tanthalass wont feel a thing.”Tanthalass might not have………… I did.I chose his name for all of my E-Mails because he and I have struggled so long to survive. I have had him since his mother abandoned him at two weeks. I have bottle fed him, weened him, trained him to the box, a harness, and the car.He died this morning, May 10, 2001 at 9:08 am/PST.He was ten weeks old.A part of me died also.In Pace Requescat, Tanthalass Murphy Sherlock.
boredom
May 21st, 2001 — darkness
Boredom is plauging me thiis very moment and even though the sun is shineing I find it very difficult to remain in good spirits even though I am .Doing all that I can, sometimes the stupidity of the people around me, really bother me and I can say that I can really hate this world sometimes. THAT’S ALL FOR NOW.