-Internaly your ming breaks
as your heart shatters,
Remember this…
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Entries from April 2003 ↓
Eturnaly Unraveling
April 27th, 2003 — poetic
We live in Hell
April 27th, 2003 — poetic
I heard that Hell is all about repetition( doing the samething over and over and over and……) does that mean that we live in are own hell because we do the same thing over and over again every day Continue reading →
death to the populars
April 26th, 2003 — poetic
i am the weird kid that no one likes. i always wear black and i only have weird friends. The preps and jocks always call us freaks. But one day we said it was enough. My best friend steve got the guns
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Who’s the Victim Now?
April 26th, 2003 — poetic
I want to watch you die.
To hear you scream and cry.
I want to see the tears run down your face,
And your blood splattered all over the place.
Freedom
April 26th, 2003 — poetic
You have a right to dream,
To fly, to die.
To choose the ocean or the sky.
My Rage Against the Droids (Perfect People)
April 26th, 2003 — poetic
Beautiful girl, I want to kill you.
Pretty girl, I want to slit your throat.
You make me sick. You’re just like the rest.
Mindless droids with rotted out souls.
overgrownlittlemindlessgirlsfrivolousgossipshoppingspree
April 26th, 2003 — poetic
i was listening to tourettes
by nirvana
Curiosity….
April 26th, 2003 — gothic
I dont know who this will mostly appeal to. Maybe it will appear to all Goth girls or Goth gay boys, I dont know?!? Well, have a read for yourselves and see what you think….
Oh, and before i go on to talk about what i submitted this entry for…I MUST first note all this shit that is going on about people not wanting to be labelled as “Goths” or what have you. FIRST of all we HAVE to be labelled, wether we like it or not, we are labelled everyday of our lives, it’s a way of identifying people. Continue reading →
one wish left
April 26th, 2003 — poetic
I’ve burned my own soul’s ocean
Ravaged the forests of my mind
Stabbed at my spirit
Shot at my heart
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Marcin’s Story
April 26th, 2003 — erotica
Heather hated the winter months, always so cold, wet and dark, but this evening was going to be different. Heather normally spent her evenings in front of the computer chatting to various different people, this is where she met Marcin. He was the nicest guy she had met and tonight she would have him all to herself.
visiting hours
April 26th, 2003 — poetic
i dont remember much about the journey, a glimpse of my face in the mirror, my grandparents staring at my small, pale face in concern. a forest flashing past us, winding country roads taking us away from the real world, keep the “guests” out of the way.
People are Strange - thoughts of a girl
April 26th, 2003 — darkness
As she lay there silently on her back, staring deeply into the intricate yet excruciatingly dull pattern on the textured ceiling- as if it were a piece of fine, overpriced artwork, she let her thought processes wander over exhausted terrain. She thought of life, of death, of love, of hate, of god…and everything along the way. What was it all for? Continue reading →
Behind the mirror; eye of reality…
April 26th, 2003 — poetic
Today she lives feeling she’s ugly.
Life seems to get worse, and she seems to be unhappy.
The emphasis of a rancid life is abover her.
She thinks she’s lost…
That Girl (poetic)
April 26th, 2003 — poetic
There’s that girl with those empty eyes,
You know, I’ve never seen her cry.
She hides her face beneath black hair,
I’ve felt her touch, there’s nothing there.
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Time
April 26th, 2003 — poetic
Do you often long for the times of yesterday, and when yesterday comes around, it’s really tomorrow you get?
12:05 a.m. and the clock isn’t taking us anywhere but back again. But back again isn’t here, it’s really half past two…
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Help me… I’m falling.
April 26th, 2003 — poetic
A distant cry, in the depths of your own mind.
Could this be a sign? It’s possible…
Is anyone there? Someone to lend a hand?
To take a stand? To save you from yourself?
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“she”
April 26th, 2003 — poetic
Fallen Angel slips again,
sinking through the dirt,
paperdoll cuts herself,
she loves it cuz it hurts.
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” MY WHAT? “
April 26th, 2003 — death
I was always the sweet, nice gurl who noone ever cared about. The older i grew, the more pain i endured. Everyone always thought my life was perfect. But no it wasn’t the fairytale everyone thought it was. Continue reading →
the pit
April 26th, 2003 — darkness
Blood is on the minds of millions of innocent children, searching for an answer to this emptiness that harbors our death wish. We hold, in our hand, the power to steal…but nothing is taken without payment. Give and take, live and let live. No harm done, no penalty. Even the most gentle of beings get judged by the monster. Continue reading →
United we BREAK
April 26th, 2003 — death
We all think about it at one point; death and what it’s like… We all hit that breaking point in which we ask ourselves what we are good for and blame ourselves for failing all the time and leading miserable lives. Maybe sometimes things happen. Maybe they happen for a reason, maybe it was meant to be this way. Continue reading →
Just a Notch in Anothers Belt
April 26th, 2003 — poetic
After everything he has been through, it’s amazing that he can trust anyone after her. “The Jew” as he now calls her. She only wanted him for one thing. She used him over and over. She cheated on him more times then you can imagine. Continue reading →
Death
April 26th, 2003 — poetic
This is how i hate me
This is why truth dies
Its why i die inside
Death comes easy
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Crying, Part 2
April 26th, 2003 — poetic
Every time I look at you I feel like less of me. What I once was good at (and probably still am) I feel incompetent with doing. Why is it that everyone is better than me? Continue reading →
All He Wanted Was Me
April 26th, 2003 — death
You wouldn’t know what it is like-lying there. Watching people press their ugly faces in on you. It was….odd. Not to where I didn’t understand but to the point where it didn’t make sense. He really messed me up. I mean, really.
I didn’t know why he did. Until then. Until the time came. Until……death.
Not exactly what I would call MY “fantasy.” But it was surely his. His fantasy he enjoyed. I would of if he hadn’t done things so…..erotic. I’ll explain.
a lovely suicide
April 26th, 2003 — poetic
leave me alone,
let me be,
I am not worthy
let me die
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I agree, just forget it
April 25th, 2003 — gothic
OK, I have been reading for a while. I agree with the people who are saying that you shouldn’t be trying to “find yourself”, just except what you are. You shouldn’t really have anything to figure out or find. And just because you dress in black, baggy clothes doesn’t make you who you are. Continue reading →
Fear what comes After
April 25th, 2003 — death
People are nautrally afraid of things that they cant not change . they fear death and not just death they fear that there is no life after death thats why they came up with these heaven and hell and rencarnation. Continue reading →
Lost
April 25th, 2003 — poetic
im a 15 year old lesbian …which makes it hard enough to find a girl to date due to the fact there are not many around,i managed to find one who lives about 5 hours away in car and 1 in plain,around where my cuz lives,and i love her to death,iv done so much…raising grades *which was VERY hard* Continue reading →
stolen emotions
April 25th, 2003 — poetic
my heart was stolen. not by a griffon, not by a goblin,nor house elves or pixies. my heart was stolen by a little girl. her big blue eyes told her whole life story where she had been what she went through,what she had seen. even the tears she shed were written as they poured down. Continue reading →
Exile Overcomes
April 25th, 2003 — poetic
My journey started long ago,
on a summer’s morn well lit.
Who’d know now it darkness fall,
alone and cold I sit.
