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My thoughts scare me.

I'm afraid to be alone with them.



They haunt me, leaving me crippled and begging for forgiveness.

It was wrong for me to have such a thought process.

I'm wrong.



I'm too much for them. Too vibrant.

As I think, I become intoxicated- lost in my world.

This world is my most precious gift, hidden and guarded with my own life.

Buried.



This is our world.

I dare not to tell anyone of this place.

It is the most sacred piece of my poisonus, twisted imagination.

I laugh here.

I cry here.

This is where I am.



This place is where I belong.

I belong in the deepest of places- the most horrorific and vitally wicked of dreams.

It's not a happy place.



But I crave it's comfort.

The comfort of the thoughts that devour me.

I am addicted to this darkest of worlds.

What's worse? It's mine.

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LordWolf
00:19 Oct 22 2009

this place is yours....and no one else can trespass without your consent...in this place you are the dark princess...its mistress and ruler.

a soft dark place for your soul to be able to remove its mask...without fear.

~W~

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typeopositive
23:41 Oct 23 2009

very deep. it is your world and you control it.

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Punkvamp3
21:37 Nov 10 2009

i really liked this one. i felt it spoke to me!

kudos for this one.



love ya!!!

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How do I explain it?

To trust others who have the power to strip you of absolutely nothing. Forcing yourself to be vulnerbale in their hands. They can tear you apart like a leaf, leaving you in bloody pieces to rot.

Or, they can save you. Defend and protect you from the demons that have already found you hiding in the dark corner you call your home.



How do we ever learn to trust?

Maybe it's because we're addicted to safety. The need of another, to make ourselves comfortable and warm.

Why do I need this security?

Would I fall apart without it? Maybe just die...



Yes. I would.

I know I would fall apart without these people.

Does that scare me?

A little.



Am I srtong enough to make it to the end?

Yes.



*not much of a poem... just my thoughts for today*

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MyArmyMyMilitaryMyLife
03:35 Oct 19 2009

There's one part in which you are wrong in this.

No one has the power to strip you of anything.

The only power anyone has is what you let them have.

If you accept it, they've got you.

You don't have to put up any walls, just make sure they don't manipulate you into letting down all the others.

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typeopositive
01:44 Oct 20 2009

i hope things will get better. you ARE strong enough to make it. these people including me are here for a reason, you need them. we were sent to you by some greater force. this force whomever or whatever it is, put us here. we gladly stand up by you or to help hold you up, whichever you may need. hang in there, and ill be there,Sis!

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*Author's note:

I apoligize if anyone finds this confusing. I really just wrote this all in one sitting. But, when you finish, I hope that you agree with me that it is better this way- not adjusted in the least!

MORE IMPORTANTLY: If Anyone decides it would be a good idea to show this to anyone else that is not a member of VR, know that I do not have to write and I will start showing only certain indivuals my "Pieces" if that is what it takes to keep privacy.

I did consider only sending this to but two people, but decided that I might as well.

This "piece" I hope you find it to be important and worthy of your time. Just like all of my works.



I have to say~ thank you to everyone that has ever read any of my entries. I appreciate it greatly!

Blessed Be*



She lays here in front of me.

On the freezing street, in the middle of the street.

She doesnt see me.

She sees nothing but her own problems.



She is dead. She is lively.

She is fabulous. She is pathetic.

She is worthless. She is priceless.

She belongs to him, though. All the same.

He loves her.



We stayed there for a long while.

I watched her, and she watched the sky.

Unmoving. Barely breathing.



Someone knocks me over, and I fall on top of her.

No.

I fall into her.

We are the same person, just as we always have been.



But no more of this suffering.

I can now be the fierce warrior that he deserves.

That my family deserves.

I will never disappoint or fake to them.



WE can now all be together.

And I can finally be proud of who I am, instead of hiding in the light.

To be the best damn me that I can be. Make my own decisions..

Well, I chose my family before I was born.



I am not scared anymore.

I've got him and them, and that is truly all I need.

I can make it.

I want it bad enough, and I will reach it.

My goal is within my bittersweet reach.

I know what I want, and how to get it.



We can make it. Together.

I pray that none of us ever forget that.

Now that really would be pathetic...



We are the creatures of the night.

Born and raised by our own to keep the world insane- the way it should always be.

Humanity has and will continue to try to mess with our nature.

They ought to know better.

But this only proves to us that they are not to be trusted with our secret in the first place.

They may never be ready to know of us.



But we dont need their approval to be what we were born at the beginning of time to be.

They should ask for our approval to live!



All we need is already ours.

Already mine.

Look at that~ the girl got up from the street.

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LascivoCuore
02:29 Oct 12 2009

this is REALLY good!!

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LordWolf
04:20 Oct 12 2009

damn...thats amazing!

~W~

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typeopositive
00:33 Oct 13 2009

you will be heard! you will make it,Sis. we WILL take it back and they will cower before us.

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vampchica4
00:39 Oct 13 2009

Thank you, Guys

these comments mean the world to me!

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Straight through those doors. It's the only way out, isn't it?

I knew this day would come.

How could it not?



I was once a part of their family. Until my own path found me in this new life.

Now they haunt me. Torture me.

Harass me.



I can make it, though.

I will make it.



The amazing part is that I have the option in the first place. This is incredible.



Have you ever thought about this?

It is a blessing. Just to live.

To be a part of this. To have this even be available to me.

I am not lucky, I was chosen.

Chosen to stand here today and make this choice.

It is hardly a decision, though. I know where I am going, and how im getting there.



I am strong. I am indipendent.

I know that I can do this.



This is a precious gift to me.

How could I not be correct for it?



The doors will open for me, though not me alone.





*Sorry about this one~ its far too choppy and loose. Well, those are my thoughts alright.

this is the finished piece.