He walked into the room and looked at the young woman tied to a dinner table chair, her legs bound to her arms behind the back of the chair. He put the gun he had been carrying down on the table next to her chair. She hung her head to one side as if drunk, or in this case drugged. He walked up to her,...
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I am sad
A heaviness I cannot explain
That I know I cannot communicate
Is weighing upon my heart
Memory
Pains that I cannot escape
Sleepless nights
Twisted in dreams and sheets
A wish to stay immortal
To drive the demon back
Unaware of being free already
Walking out of remembrance
Backwards
Dark alley nights
Watching white wolves feasting
Shades of grief
Fall beneath my...
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A heaviness I cannot explain
That I know I cannot communicate
Is weighing upon my heart
Memory
Pains that I cannot escape
Sleepless nights
Twisted in dreams and sheets
A wish to stay immortal
To drive the demon back
Unaware of being free already
Walking out of remembrance
Backwards
Dark alley nights
Watching white wolves feasting
Shades of grief
Fall beneath my...
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serenity069:
thats really good did you write it
i want to slow down and capture my own imagination
place it in a jar
and leave it on a shelf
to sit
to fester
to grow angry
and to stop thinking
of the things
you did
behind my back
the power it has over my brain
makes me tremble on every occasion
and makes me decide
to sleep the rest of the day
in...
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trauma:
You must write a book. This is worthy of a pulitzer!
princelogos:
You are a book
but so very hard to read
and mis-reading
makes it seem misleading
although I don't think you mean it so
your not so easy to come to know.
--------i pity whomever twas doing behind your back------------------------------------------
but so very hard to read
and mis-reading
makes it seem misleading
although I don't think you mean it so
your not so easy to come to know.
--------i pity whomever twas doing behind your back------------------------------------------
what was the wind thinking
blowing clouds my way
foam on waterfalls in the midnight sky
i can just barely descibe them that way
without tearing a piece of the brain
from within my head
i am so tired, over worked i think, but not really it is just that money is sooooooo tight right now, it always has been all my life, but now...
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blowing clouds my way
foam on waterfalls in the midnight sky
i can just barely descibe them that way
without tearing a piece of the brain
from within my head
i am so tired, over worked i think, but not really it is just that money is sooooooo tight right now, it always has been all my life, but now...
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lanolin:
awww. you aren't crazy. i feel the same way.
i hope things get better!
i hope things get better!
carina:
I don't think you're crazy at all. I feel the same way about that. I'm a firm believer of earning things and I always do. I work my ass off and barely make it by, but I appreciate things. On top of actually being grateful I know it's built my character well. While other people might have more money and more fancy things I know I have more character than any of them could ever hope for and money can't buy that and it will help you in the long run.
Something in a passing wind
Stops to make the head turn,
Cocked in quiet contemplation
Of surging sensations,
As if power
As if understanding,
Were drifting on open sails
Meant to be clasped from without gods hand
Comprehendible even in mortal minds
Still so naked and larval
Among intellects in the universe
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there is more, i think, still brewing. . . . . .
Stops to make the head turn,
Cocked in quiet contemplation
Of surging sensations,
As if power
As if understanding,
Were drifting on open sails
Meant to be clasped from without gods hand
Comprehendible even in mortal minds
Still so naked and larval
Among intellects in the universe
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there is more, i think, still brewing. . . . . .
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princelogos:
Has the Lady Adrena left the buiding again?
Who can replace her? ( no one dare try )
"Oh, to be the breeze that brushes her fair cheek!"
Who can replace her? ( no one dare try )
"Oh, to be the breeze that brushes her fair cheek!"
networkgnome:
How many edits does it take before you consider a piece "done?
Something in a passing wind
Stops to make the head turn
Cocked in quiet contemplation
Read the letters on the tombstone of a friend
What is missing in these paled memories?
Something about the love we shared
Lost in the gloom of light shaded by time
Stops to make the head turn
Cocked in quiet contemplation
Read the letters on the tombstone of a friend
What is missing in these paled memories?
Something about the love we shared
Lost in the gloom of light shaded by time
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katierose:
you are so cute! i love the blonde hair...one of the few here who have that color...striking!
also like you other pictures, especially the one about the bathing suit area, i laughed out load! ha ha
also like you other pictures, especially the one about the bathing suit area, i laughed out load! ha ha
pirateprince:
Im so happy we are alive, even though Ill be done sure I know it.
I will disappear
When given a chance
taken before forethought
can enter the scene
to free fall into the spaces of you
never intending to return
settling into an altruistic realm of unforgiving reality
created while watching my body moving over yours
across your skin
slick with the sweat formed amid
flashes of passion
caught in the cold air of Winters night
not long to...
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When given a chance
taken before forethought
can enter the scene
to free fall into the spaces of you
never intending to return
settling into an altruistic realm of unforgiving reality
created while watching my body moving over yours
across your skin
slick with the sweat formed amid
flashes of passion
caught in the cold air of Winters night
not long to...
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xanippi:
i love the movement
princelogos:
YEOW!!!! 
Soft space satisfaction
Between translucent sheets of dream-weave memories
Melodies of keen grievance
Cast upon an alkaline sea of parables made from storybook lies
Recorded glasses protect me from a rain
Dripped from tongues
Guided by changes in polarity
To course in systems made like ventricles
In denial driven instances of scarlet letter forgiveness
Before unknown to a grudge bearing papacy
Set to defy all...
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Between translucent sheets of dream-weave memories
Melodies of keen grievance
Cast upon an alkaline sea of parables made from storybook lies
Recorded glasses protect me from a rain
Dripped from tongues
Guided by changes in polarity
To course in systems made like ventricles
In denial driven instances of scarlet letter forgiveness
Before unknown to a grudge bearing papacy
Set to defy all...
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reverendbenzo:
That's what I said!
pirateprince:
Yes, this was graceful and peaceful.
Transfigurations of faith
Molded from silent moments spent in growing anxiety
Forced on my subconscious by a mythological wail
Come from a Siren sweetly singing
Amidst the chaos of color and taste in forms akin to metaphors
Meant for the minds eye to feast up
In a pineal explosion of emphasis
Molded from silent moments spent in growing anxiety
Forced on my subconscious by a mythological wail
Come from a Siren sweetly singing
Amidst the chaos of color and taste in forms akin to metaphors
Meant for the minds eye to feast up
In a pineal explosion of emphasis
zode:
Sometimes you sneak up on meIts exciting.
ok so no bad poetry but a rant tonight. . .i was thinking. . .thinking far too much this afternoon. . . . .
This paper with no lines
A setting devoid of limitations
Does it free the mind
Or make one aware of the errors of their spelling and their spacing? Of their thoughts and their creating? Was the intent to make one a...
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This paper with no lines
A setting devoid of limitations
Does it free the mind
Or make one aware of the errors of their spelling and their spacing? Of their thoughts and their creating? Was the intent to make one a...
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minerva2:
scribbling thoughts no matter the grammer just to have them come dancing out of your head is always cathartic and often necessary
princelogos:
You know that that journal entry is completely
antithetical to values submitted by my latest
disappointment.
I'm sure that is a just so- IS thing.
( ... . . . . )
Please drop in and blow my mind.
--------------GOLLY-SHUCKS-----------------
Now I've got your lovely face looking at me from my friends section, put a smile on this face, yes you did!
By the way your set is shot very dynamically,
minimal trappings, very well set , centered, the sequence flows wonderfully.
And then there is you, fearless, burning through it all with your perfect eyes.
Poise is the word, absolutely Regal!
[Edited on Mar 04, 2006 2:14AM]
antithetical to values submitted by my latest
disappointment.
I'm sure that is a just so- IS thing.
( ... . . . . )
Please drop in and blow my mind.
--------------GOLLY-SHUCKS-----------------
Now I've got your lovely face looking at me from my friends section, put a smile on this face, yes you did!
By the way your set is shot very dynamically,
minimal trappings, very well set , centered, the sequence flows wonderfully.
And then there is you, fearless, burning through it all with your perfect eyes.
Poise is the word, absolutely Regal!
[Edited on Mar 04, 2006 2:14AM]
thank you all for the kind wishes for the hip, i think it is getting better, saw a "professional" about it and i think he fixed it. . .at least i can walk again. . . .
A bouquet of flowers
Sits
In colorful vigil
Over a child with a twisted pelvis
Did the barer of such splendor know
Red carnation
For the inspiration she...
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pirateprince:
Where lies the broken angel?
I await electric soul connection.
A cold sea of blue grey
lay between
I, and the broken angel.
I ride the sea
only the wind making me cry.
The fist of defiance
forges destiny
against the will of Gods.
Man made pain
I strip and tear away
Soul aflame in ideology
I cannot, and will not
live.
My eyes beset on the burning horizon
hair and scarf flowing
in the blood freezing wind.
More tears
one flows into my mouth.
A Detroit winter in destitution
A lover lost in prostitution
Broken hearts hunger for retribution
A lip bite
A smile, a gift from angels.
[Edited on Feb 25, 2006 5:31PM]
I await electric soul connection.
A cold sea of blue grey
lay between
I, and the broken angel.
I ride the sea
only the wind making me cry.
The fist of defiance
forges destiny
against the will of Gods.
Man made pain
I strip and tear away
Soul aflame in ideology
I cannot, and will not
live.
My eyes beset on the burning horizon
hair and scarf flowing
in the blood freezing wind.
More tears
one flows into my mouth.
A Detroit winter in destitution
A lover lost in prostitution
Broken hearts hunger for retribution
A lip bite
A smile, a gift from angels.
[Edited on Feb 25, 2006 5:31PM]
princelogos:
So I guess you weren't even there.
It wasn't good for you?
sure as hell made my week.
You take off your clothes, leave the pictures in a very public place.
You be takin your chances.
No apologies,
not from me.
I only wish it was what really could be.
Love,
Me.
It wasn't good for you?
sure as hell made my week.
You take off your clothes, leave the pictures in a very public place.
You be takin your chances.
No apologies,
not from me.
I only wish it was what really could be.
Love,
Me.
i think i may be losing my mind. . .
serial killers are dancing to the sounds of choir boys screaming, and there is a stinging in my hip similiar to electricity. . .
i jammed my hip the other day, doing god knows what and because of that i pinched a nerve. . .
my whole back stings with the feeling of ice picks...
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serial killers are dancing to the sounds of choir boys screaming, and there is a stinging in my hip similiar to electricity. . .
i jammed my hip the other day, doing god knows what and because of that i pinched a nerve. . .
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pirateprince:
rawrrr, hot and incapacitated! Im totally on the prowl hehe meeeow!
princelogos:
Did you try the message? Couldn't hurt, probably feel real good .
Had a dream , a waking dream with you in it just recently.
I might post it, what do you think about that:..and which is worse for you, having to read it yourself, or having the whole web-world, see it?
You might want to stop me. I can avoid actual names, but anyone of your devotees would no doubt recognize you.
I actually am crazy enough to think of it as devotional writting;..but tell me NO, and I'll stop.
[Edited on Feb 23, 2006 11:15AM]
Had a dream , a waking dream with you in it just recently.
I might post it, what do you think about that:..and which is worse for you, having to read it yourself, or having the whole web-world, see it?
You might want to stop me. I can avoid actual names, but anyone of your devotees would no doubt recognize you.
I actually am crazy enough to think of it as devotional writting;..but tell me NO, and I'll stop.
[Edited on Feb 23, 2006 11:15AM]
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