oh silence.
how i loathe you, i hate you and the loneliness you brought with you. Somehow i embraced you and I loved you as my own...
but now...my eyes have been blinded by the light as those who cared and i found myself naked and cold.
i didn't realize that without a knife or gun, i'd mutilated myself, every shred of sense and dignity...for...
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how i loathe you, i hate you and the loneliness you brought with you. Somehow i embraced you and I loved you as my own...
but now...my eyes have been blinded by the light as those who cared and i found myself naked and cold.
i didn't realize that without a knife or gun, i'd mutilated myself, every shred of sense and dignity...for...
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joscelyne:
where ARE you????
indie:
Happy Birthday theJackel
Somewhere beyond logic, somewhere beyond my reasoning, in the back of my head where it's quiet and few would think to go, there is a small cafe. It has the smell of a good supremo colombiano and espresso. The roads leading there are cobblestone, though I dont pay much attention to the smaller details. I go there sometimes to be alone, though most of the...
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shachia:
We, by which I mean the mass congolmeration of lunacy known as my brain, would like to politely request that you post more wonderful short stories if you have them. i love 'em.
go_lately:
i just wanted to say in all seriousness that that's one of the most beautiful things i've read in ages. it is truely truely wonderful. *hug*
I stand before a dark eyed figure,
Whose face is betrayed by the foreboding light.
He squints a bit at the morning sun so bright,
An empty glare seemed to find its way over his glasses, and briefly enough right in to my eyes.
I stare back lazily as my hands go to clean the mirror for a third time.
So here we stand as...
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Whose face is betrayed by the foreboding light.
He squints a bit at the morning sun so bright,
An empty glare seemed to find its way over his glasses, and briefly enough right in to my eyes.
I stare back lazily as my hands go to clean the mirror for a third time.
So here we stand as...
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Inspired by Dia...
Perhaps, in my soul...I'm just a poet.
a wordsmith, one who fashions his heart and mind in ways to move words in ways to communicate what was once just random thought. I try yet perhaps will never be the most successful or best of these...poets, but that is what i am, in my soul.
words...
I once overheard two voices in my...
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Perhaps, in my soul...I'm just a poet.
a wordsmith, one who fashions his heart and mind in ways to move words in ways to communicate what was once just random thought. I try yet perhaps will never be the most successful or best of these...poets, but that is what i am, in my soul.
words...
I once overheard two voices in my...
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dia:
My dear, dear blessed and beloved.
I cannot express the boundless joy that I feel reading this exquisite outpouring, and feeling the depth of sincerity of your profound soul-searching, questioning. You have succeeded in your goal. You have found the marrow of life. You have talked back to the wiseman. You have been the wiser man for it. In your post, I see that what is meant to prevail, life itself, the core, the plasma, the blood pulse of the cosmos, has prevailed.
Now I have no words for you, for you have said them all yourself. You have leapt without looking, and have won. Kahlil Gibran himself would be beaming. I know I am. I am so proud of you, so proud, beyond these silly words, I'd have to show you with my eyes for you to even fathom it. You have given back. Don't fear. You have given me. Faith. Again. And it's not that my Faith ever falters, I always knew you had some very special creature living underneath the prison walls of your fleshcage.
I read this aloud, to remind myself of what beauty was, and then I did it again and remembered again and again. Did anyone ever tell you you were beautiful, and really, really mean it?
Angel. You. Walking. Through Dreams. That spill back into life, like an angel's dreams do, for the dreams of an angel are the fire of the sun and the thing that is awake and is God and is better then God.
I cannot express the boundless joy that I feel reading this exquisite outpouring, and feeling the depth of sincerity of your profound soul-searching, questioning. You have succeeded in your goal. You have found the marrow of life. You have talked back to the wiseman. You have been the wiser man for it. In your post, I see that what is meant to prevail, life itself, the core, the plasma, the blood pulse of the cosmos, has prevailed.
Now I have no words for you, for you have said them all yourself. You have leapt without looking, and have won. Kahlil Gibran himself would be beaming. I know I am. I am so proud of you, so proud, beyond these silly words, I'd have to show you with my eyes for you to even fathom it. You have given back. Don't fear. You have given me. Faith. Again. And it's not that my Faith ever falters, I always knew you had some very special creature living underneath the prison walls of your fleshcage.
I read this aloud, to remind myself of what beauty was, and then I did it again and remembered again and again. Did anyone ever tell you you were beautiful, and really, really mean it?
Angel. You. Walking. Through Dreams. That spill back into life, like an angel's dreams do, for the dreams of an angel are the fire of the sun and the thing that is awake and is God and is better then God.
Sentada en medio de la oscuridad
Rodeada en tinieblas
Trancada en vertigo
Perdio contacto con la tierra
Con el mundp a sus pies, no se puede ir a ningun lado
Le hace falta alguien, le hace falta algo
Y con cada Segundo se siente mas extrana
Otro dia y no se da cuenta que estamos a su lado
A la deriva y volando sola
Quien...
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Rodeada en tinieblas
Trancada en vertigo
Perdio contacto con la tierra
Con el mundp a sus pies, no se puede ir a ningun lado
Le hace falta alguien, le hace falta algo
Y con cada Segundo se siente mas extrana
Otro dia y no se da cuenta que estamos a su lado
A la deriva y volando sola
Quien...
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dia:
I wish I had a CLUE what this said!
Anyone speak Spanish in the house??
Anyone speak Spanish in the house??
suiciety:
i speak nonsense in german.. thats about it.... jackel? translation?
Were the sleep cleansed from my eyes
And had I not come to find
That I was caught in the wrong place and time
I would have fallen victim to the grind...
This white collar nightmare
Caffeine injected veins...
The drones work; no we don't care.
The look in their eyes is always the same.
These mediocre glances hide bitter stares...
We sit chained to...
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And had I not come to find
That I was caught in the wrong place and time
I would have fallen victim to the grind...
This white collar nightmare
Caffeine injected veins...
The drones work; no we don't care.
The look in their eyes is always the same.
These mediocre glances hide bitter stares...
We sit chained to...
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suiciety:
like the pick.....talk to later if your one sg chat.. hahaha *if*...
[[ C0ntRoL ]]
Brace yourself, you've lost control
And where you land, only God knows.
Brace yourself and hope to find
that in the end you're still alive.
Whisper a prayer to save your life
And pray that you might just survive
And when the fatal blow has passed
You might say that it went by so fast
And when they pull you from the...
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Brace yourself, you've lost control
And where you land, only God knows.
Brace yourself and hope to find
that in the end you're still alive.
Whisper a prayer to save your life
And pray that you might just survive
And when the fatal blow has passed
You might say that it went by so fast
And when they pull you from the...
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dia:
Thanks for writing what you did in my journal. It's a cathartic thing to do, and you seem like a very good soul. You should never stop. I mean, in general, with everything!
::daydream::
No place for me here
Among those around me
I escape in daydreams
Where reality is what I want it to be
And as I stare off into space
My eyelids grow heavy
With thoughts to carry me away
Somewhere far from this place
There are no burdens here
There are no sounds
I'm gone...
In a time of sweet silence
In time of...
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No place for me here
Among those around me
I escape in daydreams
Where reality is what I want it to be
And as I stare off into space
My eyelids grow heavy
With thoughts to carry me away
Somewhere far from this place
There are no burdens here
There are no sounds
I'm gone...
In a time of sweet silence
In time of...
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Dissectional (the surfacing)
Another dimension towards dementia
And all those things I could not mention
Have redefined the great extensions
On the outside, deep within
The expectation of new sensations
Redefined my education
On the outside looking in
~Burn the page to write to write the book
Find the words in ash and soot
Looking in and looking through
Within me and without you
I...
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Another dimension towards dementia
And all those things I could not mention
Have redefined the great extensions
On the outside, deep within
The expectation of new sensations
Redefined my education
On the outside looking in
~Burn the page to write to write the book
Find the words in ash and soot
Looking in and looking through
Within me and without you
I...
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dia:
Alert the media indeed! I'm marrying my kitty! 
She said, "I do..." only it came out like this, "meow meow meow, purrrrrr, meow"....
She said, "I do..." only it came out like this, "meow meow meow, purrrrrr, meow"....
suiciety:
the whole "friends" concept on sg was just recently brought to my attention by azura... and i though.. hey the jackal should be on mine....then i realized i was one yours... so i came to give the proper love to the og sg chatmaster flex...
not really the most appropiate response to your journal... but hey.. i have something to talk to you about killa... see ya on "the chat"
not really the most appropiate response to your journal... but hey.. i have something to talk to you about killa... see ya on "the chat"
i need a way out from this hole i dug.
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dia:
I came to see how you were feeling today, and I wound up feeling loved. I wish I knew how to fix it. You know that. Sorry I'm not a better sugar mama, but if anyone deserved it... 
At least give a smile for me, chum?
You're the ginchiest! I adore you right back! For whatever that's worth. I wish it were worth a shitload of money, instead of just a smile though... if happy thoughts about people and wishes of joy for them were pennies, you'd be a rich man. Of course, you already are.
At least give a smile for me, chum?
You're the ginchiest! I adore you right back! For whatever that's worth. I wish it were worth a shitload of money, instead of just a smile though... if happy thoughts about people and wishes of joy for them were pennies, you'd be a rich man. Of course, you already are.
suiciety:
hey killa.... its rough.... but music is my girlfriend now and i feel fine....
i saw american history x today...man, honesty of that sort doesn't come out at random...
im slightly inspired.
im slightly inspired.
i really have nothing to say...just millions of thoughts flowing through my sorry head.
I miss breanna.
i want ver0nika23 (heh)
i hate writer's block
and so many things i cant mention...
I miss breanna.
i want ver0nika23 (heh)
i hate writer's block
and so many things i cant mention...