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qoute from Valentine:"That man that hath not a tongue, I say is no man,

If with his tongue he cannot win a woman."

oh how true is thy words mr valentine.

if thou cans'nt woe me with words as noxious and penetrating similar to that of a sharpened sword..what kind of man are thee?



to conquer most of womankind..thou must have an erotic body and equipment to match but to conquer me thy must enrapture my soul, entreat my mind with enchanting words of thee speech. but not only that will contain my attention. thy most awaken every part of my being. ah ,mr valentine thou has said it well. awaken my sexulity,knowledge and spirt and thou have conqered my very essence. for my brain is fickle when there is nothing to stimulate and challenge it.the effectiveness of words is very powerful to me..and if thou can use them ,then thou is great in my eyes.



Give me that man

That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him

In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,

As I do thee.

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Lordpeace
06:06 Jul 11 2009

and i mjst agree for if i woo you with my words then will i win your heart

your undying love or eternal enmity

for as words can make a woman swoon

they can also harden her heart if they be

so smooth as to seem untrue



let the heart speak let the soul flow through the pen and the result is pleasing nine out of ten

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rocking within the corner of the bare attic room with only the luminosity of candles for light. listening to the insane delusions of my mind.as te shadows from the flickering candles leap up in a monsterious occut dance apon the dark walls of the room. here in solitude i rock ,holding onto myself with terror.

In my solitude

With reveries of days gone by .

In my solitude With memories that never seem to want to die .

Before me ,a shattered mirror, Reflecting the deepest parts of myself.

the glass is shattered.

the candles flicker in the dim room and as i sit in solitude,dreaming of things to come.

i wonder if i'll ever live to see the day.

death seems only a day away and as i look at my reflection-i realize i'm too young to die.

my eyes are heavy with sadness .my heart is filled with dread.

looking at the knife that lies gleaming with evil hunger. i can not seem to feel anymore. my bare arms covered with my own blood. like a fog,death creeps into the room-offering its promise of tranquility.i stare at the form of fog that death portrays.a sudden craving comes over me to pick up the knife and end the life that seems to bore me so.

i stand on shaking legs and whisper to the fog that is trying to take me away.

"no, i shall not do it." i speak with control that surpise me.

the fog quivers with acute dismal and with an air of gloom flows through the door and away.

i am at peace and though i am shattered ,i am not broken and i shall live to the fullness of life.

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Lordpeace
06:08 Jul 11 2009

interesting a cutter who can resist the knife

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they say I can not be this.

they say it is not there lurking.

ah but it is.

the hunger given to me , makes me feel alive.

in the dark shadows I hide.

fearing, dying, aching for more.

is this the pain I get for being the way I am.

to feel such hunger pains me.

not to feed as I have once done, hurts more than a razorblade kiss.

feeling it fading. it leaves for awile. but ah the hunger is always there lurking inside. sleeping so long, the night takes off my mask and i awake once more still the call of energy and blood urges me to quiet what drives me.

I am your name, your flesh calls out.

and yet I feel so cold. so dead , so withdrawn.

your mouth, these teeth, silent your screams. as i dream of what could be mine.

I am trapped. waiting for the moment when i can truly be free.

I desire the warm flow of blood sliding down my arms.



I desire the smell of copper in the air as slice by slice



all my anger and pain melt away.







I desire the cool wind whispering secrets in my ear.



I desire I crave I desire I crave



I desire the woods, where nothing can get me, where I am safe.



I desire the warm flesh of another, the warm red color, the warm red color that drains



from my soul.



rivers of red, beautiful red



flowing, glittering beneth the blade.



ay the shiny smooth blade that sends shivers through my arm.

awake by the moon i sit alone with the wind whispering in my hair. i sit alone waiting they dont know me i try to kill the pain that lingers within my veins. still they dont know who i am. awake by the moon i sit alone by the river let it wash over my pained soul.



i sit alone waiting my arms laying apon the suicide stone. i sit alone waitng by the moon, by the river by death's cold gray door. a tear falls from a cold face. a mouth closed shut, a voice no longer heard. the hurt still remains, the hurt still remains. death hands over the razor into my willing hands offering tantalizing gifts that come at an undisclosed price. painting the ground with tears of unheard of sorrow suicide hitchhiked its way into my mind.



crawling on bloody knees , my dress of depression tears away leaving me naked and bare, the crows of death fly around my head. i try to raise, i try raise to my feet. i dont think i want to anymore.



let the razor drain all this sorrow and hurt into the ocean of death.

I'm a monster so don't walk my way.

Don't trust my smile my teeth are like knives.

I'll drag you down & suck you dry.

Don't laugh at my jokes- the punchline is murder.

Don't enjoy my touch, every caress hides a chokehold.

I'm only happy when I've ruined everything I see.

Believe everything you've ever heard about me- suck it up.

If you see me coming don't stop, just turn & walk the other way.

I will not lie about what I have done, I will not lie about what I will do to you, the sweat of my exertion is pure poison, I'm hell...

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Lordpeace
06:15 Jul 11 2009

interesting

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Sick. beyond death



i wait in silence. i wait in the pure dark void of death.



i'm dying. my head pounds as if someone openned my mind and placed an alarm clock within. it hurts. it all hurts.



my body aches with the hunger that i cant pleasure my soul with.



too sick to spell right. too sick , too cold. these chills run through me again and again.



the absence of death has made my soul sorrow for what it can not have.



to leave these feelings of pain and shivers.



of cold sweats and nights of endless sleep.



ah...if only i could leave it all behind.

ok this is what I hate the most.





PEOPLE who say goth is a all white subculture.





I really hate how people act like im less "black" because i dont purposely

butcher the english language or have aspirations of being a video ho. i

hate how most people are ignorant to most subcultures and act like everyone

should look like how the mainstream media says we should.





I hate people that say I act white because I dont talk "ganster" or dont

dress from "the hood" or hang out with them.





Why...maybe the reason I dont hang out with the "homeboys" is because I

choose not to be called stupid because I dont like to talk in gangster

slang or wear tight ass jeans and a hoe shirt..or booty shorts and a shirt

that makes my boobs pop out.





Just because I LIKE to talk with intelligence and act like i DID learn

something from school..Maybe thats why i prefer not to be like

"hoodrats"





As far as calling goth a "WHITE" thing.





WHO THE FUCK said that goth is a white subculture?





Just because you dont see many mixed blacks or indians or ricans or chinese

people who are goths, does NOT mean there are none out there.





GOD WHY DO PEOPLE HAVE TO BE SUCH CLOSED MINDED FOOLS?

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Lordpeace
06:14 Jul 11 2009

are these the same poeple that insist the christianity i a white thing and islam a arab thing assholes abound dear

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