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86 entries this month
When Eternal Clock Stops
22:17 Dec 31 2013
Times Read: 377
Believe the truth
better live in this world
possessing strength
to confront darkness.
Giving up is not a reason.
Always remain happy
thinking of the Almighty.
The reaper will scythe
your life when
eternal clock stops.
Soft moment.
22:00 Dec 31 2013
Times Read: 378
Have you ever had that moment where you know for a fact of who is the one that's been there through thick and thin, been there through the lies and false games that others tried to pull over their eyes but yet they still remain? I have someone like that, someone I've known for years..I know they know who they are..and I know they know this is about them.
I won't say names cause I don't need to say names, but they have been there for me..through thick and thing..through drama and hatred..they have stuck by my side even though things haven't gone right, but there is one thing I will say, and that is a big thank you. It's amazing how you have someone in your shadows but yet in your light at the sametime.
Yes I know they are there, I know they will always be there, but with how things are it's making things worse..and to be honest I feel as though I am losing them, but the problem is..it's not my fault. But yet I am getting yanked with it. Now it's nice and I'm sure all you have that someone that's always been there no matter what.
So again this goes out to the one that's been there..yes I've met some awesome people I really have..but I'm sorry and if you get hurt by this..I can't help but speak the truth, this one being or person means the world to me...and no matter what happens I know they will always be there..
-rips hair out-20:10 Dec 31 2013
Times Read: 389
God..Im going nuts...I swear...
-inputs crazy face here-
I think Im losing it.
12:06 Dec 31 2013
Times Read: 405
The hours count down to a new year, the hours seem to linger allowing everyone just one more taste of what is to come or might come. I do not know if my year was good, but I do not hold anything a harsh. I mean why leave the year with a grudge?
Granted I have had a heard year, but I think everyone has in their own way, and the second that it hits midnight it's like taking a deep breath, a breath that seems to clear your lungs and clear your mind, I simply love that breath knowing I made it another year alive. To be honest I didn't think i would make it this far but that is just me. All there is to do now is just move on and keep growing and hope that the new year will be something a bit better than the last.
The Immortal Love
11:59 Dec 31 2013
Times Read: 406
If stars embrace the sky
every night and moon
makes love with lake
from sunset till sunrise
and if it's beauty that lies
in beholder's truthful eyes,
then it's in the beloved
where a true lover
finds existence
throughout life...
Guys..I swear...
08:54 Dec 31 2013
Times Read: 425
Why can't a guy leave me alone..when you tell them to leave you alone, you block them on everything you have and yet they still come at you.why is that..I do not understand, I do not wish to confront this asshole any more than I already have..but it seems like he is not getting it through his head..something is wrong with him..something isn't right..something seems so off with him..oh well I guess I will just have to keep blocking him on more and more things..time will come and tell when he will grow up and leave me alone.
~groans and rubs her temples~
shit happens right? is that the right term to say? I think it is..but I have a feeling he's seeking me out..even on here, but I can not be 100% sure..i hope not...it was hard enough to get him to stop harassing me on skype..and hacking into my accounts...that was fun..and most of all block him from my phone..but now he's got buddies tagging and taunting on my phone..dear lord Immma die...why can't he just get over the fact he's a dick..and well I DON'T do good with them..not that kind anyways.
Keep Calm, Don't Panic
08:37 Dec 31 2013
Times Read: 426
What if darkness gulps
the elixir of your life,
and winter freezes
the veins of your
happiness ??
Look up,
Drop eyelashes,
Seek him,
And He shall
take you to a place
where spring
always prevails...
A soul that suffers now
can discern the real bliss
of blithe soon after.
Keep Calm,
Don't panic,
The Spring is here.
Ubi Caritas
06:55 Dec 31 2013
Times Read: 431
Ubi caritas et amor Deus ibi est
Congregavit nos in unum Christi amor
Exsultemus et in ipso jucundemur
Et ex corde diligamus nos sincere
Ubi caritas et amor Deus ibi est
Simul ergo cum in unum congregamur
Ne nos mente dividamur caveamus
Cessent jurgia maligna, cessent lites
Et in medio nostri sit Christus Deus
Ubi caritas et amor Deus ibi est
Simul quoque cum beatis videamus
Glorianter vultum tuum, Christe Deus
Gaudium quod est immensum atque probum
Seacula per infinita saeculorum
I hate you.. >.>
06:09 Dec 31 2013
Times Read: 434
Hmm. Interesting night. Now granted I TAKE care of my things, but my other computer just crashed..yeah I lost everything..god it was horrid. Anyways..I went and got a new one..it's sexy looking but that's not the problem.
WINDOWS 8
I HATE YOU...
yes I hate it..i hate how it is..and I hate how it works..god this is just bullshit..now laugh at me all you want..but I LOVED MY WINDOWS XP damn it..Lol..this shit here..is just wow..it really is..
okay im done..other than that..Im awesome..my fever is still hanging about 102...but i guess it will go away when it's done tormenting me.
random moment.
00:15 Dec 31 2013
Times Read: 447
The years I have been on here off and on,I have seen it change so much, there are some old faces still here, but there are a lot more newer ones. Granted it's good, but the thing is in time things will become harsh..someone will say something..someone will do something. Now granted there is nothing wrong with that at all.
I have done my share of drama on here, I have done my share of just starting shit that wasn't meaning to be started..but now that I look back and see how I was..and how I am now..I am thankful to be changed..I am thankful that I don't fall or get entertainment picking on someone..I accept others for who they are..I don't care about your records. I don't care about what you did in the past..Now is the time to show yourself..now is the time to start over.
I have started over..and it was for the best..granted I have had some snags but that happens right? But yet..here I am..someone told me something..and the words stick in my mind.
"we all came to this site for a reason. we all have something in common."
I don't know if those words were exact but they are close..in some shape or form we all have the samething in common,if we didn't we wouldn't be here..and I have to say that the words that were told to me were those words I just said...we all have something in common...or we wouldn't be here.
Sorry random moment again.
Ramblings.
23:00 Dec 30 2013
Times Read: 455
There is some songs that make you think,some that make you cry, there are others that just make you mad. I find that enjoyment in songs, as it's something I like to listen to. I rather listen to music all day and night than watch tv...granted when I DO watch tv..I tend to watch spongebob a lot..yes..I know corny but I love spongebob.
But the way I see it, music is something that opens different parts of your world..and different parts of your mind as well, listening up the words they use and how they use them, or music that doesn't have words just all instrumental and soothing, now that's some music I love as well. granted I am the kind that can read emotions from words, if someone sends me a message I can tell most of the time,not all in what kind of mood they are in.
rather interesting..it's worse in person..if they don't show the emotion it's almost like getting stabbed or thrown into a wall with a sudden burst of emotion from just their words. Funny how that works..
oh well just a random entry..don't mind me still fighting 102 temp..was down to 100 but it's bouncing from 102-103..worst it's hit 105..but that was quickly taken care of...anyways..im done rambling...happy new years everyone.
...And Yet Again
22:33 Dec 30 2013
Times Read: 457
One rainy night...
Hypnotized by the slow rotation
of troubling ceiling fan,
I was lost in your thoughts,
drowned to the deep.
The clouds cried my tears
and thunderstorms roared my screams.
Cigar smoke kissed the lips of my heart,
wine drained all my pain and suffering.
With the noise of each thunderstorm
my eyes opened only to observe
the slow rotation of the ceiling fan.
Walls were shedding nocturnal tears
dampening my grey umbra.
Shadow of the dancing candle flame
somehow managed to warm
my numb and chilled heart.
Your photo frame was my only companion
that constantly reminded me of our past memories.
My eyes were welled up with tears
and vision blurred like when sight is veiled in fog.
Pain in pain embraced my pain
and I felt that sadness was more pleasing
than all happiness of the world.
Coal smoldered in the fireplace
like my heart burnt in blazing grief.
With each teardrop was clogged up
an indelible moment spent with you.
May be tears built the waxed path
from my heart to eyes on which
you tread to come out from my heart
through the weeping eyes
in the form of teardrops.
Another thunderstorm!!
I opened my wet eyelashes,looked up.
The ceiling fan had stopped rotating
and darkness kissed every blind corners.
And yet again...
My final teardrop could not be shed,
My conversation with self remained incomplete,
Another long night was spent sleepless.
I glanced at the mirror
but could not recognize
the face weeping inside it.
Another thunderstorm!!
It reminded me that the visage was mine.
This is what has happened to me
after your stinging betrayal...
Blah20:37 Dec 30 2013
Times Read: 466
well I know I haven't been on much and for a reason, someone was stupid and hacked into my accounts..well skype for that matter, and I have been dealing with being sick..beating a fever that kept bouncing from 102-103 sometimes to 104..but it's better..I still am a bit under the weather..but I got some cute pictures...and something you will not see much of..trust me...it's a rare thing to see me with a baby that's for sure..but here ya go..something to go aww over..don't say nothing I mean it.
these are pictures of my aunts younger boy Cody..4 months old...and no I do not look cute with kids...so don't say nothing.
when i get the other pictures of the family and what not I will upload them..so here ya go..enjoy.
“POETRY”
18:49 Dec 26 2013
Times Read: 485
Poetry is the deep secrets of mental vision”. Living poetry rather than writing is what makes a poet. It beholds the infinite and in aesthetic language, it presents to our mind the impressions of the seventh heaven-The place where the poet’s thoughts reside.
Night fills the poetic heart with honey sweet nectar of poesy, feigning miracles. A poet’s pen needs to bleed and the blood it yields will be the “Immortal Ink Bleed”-The undying verses. Infinitely valued works of a poet reflect the ‘creativity of art and veracity of heart’. Not to sleep in the nights but to pen in rhymes is what makes a poet of a common man. Poetry has no fixed form. It is a lonely lass, a lovely bride, a passionate lover, raging anger, a smiling beloved, a blooming bud, the widow’s pain and the year’s first rain.
Death and Darkness reign to form Dark Poetry. Hope and motivation replace them to ooze out inspiring lines. Love and Romance always give birth to majestic poetry. Beloved’s coaxing eyes and her luring smile can fill million pages with romantic poetry. Poetry is a boon from the Almighty to a poet who is an image of artistic perfection and lives laborious years to poetize the unseen with magical beauty…Poetry is life to a poet, living and breathing forever with sacrosanct ink…
~DEATH POET
-grumbles- yay good morning to me!
13:51 Dec 26 2013
Times Read: 502
You have a good day yesterday right? Of course we all did..well I did..till this morning. I have some nut job that won't leave me alone,some how or another the fucker found my number..when its not even listed...and I get woken up a bit to early on my part...with text messages and voice mails...
Now this is the fun part. See I thought this fucker would leave me alone,but I believe he's got nothing better to do than to well mess with me,how he got my number again I don't know. But now I'm being harassed by him..being called every damn name in the book by him..it's something when you wake up to text messages calling you a whore,slut cum dumpster..and the voice mails are even better.
So looks like I need to be either changing my number...OR having his number blocked..I just hope that straight talk is nice about this..due to the fact I just want to do something simple..and not have to go through a shit load of things just to have his number taken care of....god some people can't grow up I swear.
>.>
19:41 Dec 25 2013
Times Read: 513
The ONLY thing that is quiet at this moment..is my phone...all week it's been blowing up..but now it's the ONLY thing that is quiet..should I be worried? LOL
Quotes
19:20 Dec 25 2013
Times Read: 517
"
One must always be aware, to notice even though the cost of noticing is to become responsible."
"Race is a layer of being, but not a culmination."
"Anger becomes limiting, restricting. You can't see through it. While anger is there, look at that, too. But after a while, you have to look at something else."
I feel so loved!18:35 Dec 25 2013
Times Read: 530
Oh god..I'm going nuts over here...LOL
But it's worth it...Oh yeah...and about my obsession....well...that's going to be saved for later...
mwhahahahah
I love tormenting people..it's so much fun!
One Thing.
17:32 Dec 25 2013
Times Read: 549
I have an obsession. What Is it you ask? I'm not telling. Make you wonder what it is..
-grins-
Flirting with the Truth
16:22 Dec 25 2013
Times Read: 554
To dance
upon the midnight wind,
moonbeams in her hair.
Tasting
freedom’s centuried tale,
dreaming without a care.
Float
above the fractured land,
on flames of spectral fire.
Flirting
with starlit sky,
drenched in heaven’s sweet desire.
She’s sister
of the golden sun,
daughter of the vast unknown.
Mother
to the earth itself,
forever time has been her throne.
Mystic
is the heart and soul,
as are mysterious her eyes.
Reading
future’s sordid truths,
between the sorrow and the lies.
Bloody Violin
16:19 Dec 25 2013
Times Read: 555
Clad in a vicious interlude
the strings cry to be heard.
Staccato tears of torment rain
on the victims as they stirred.
In his heart the pain is felt
notes bloodied flat and cold.
These scars of war shall ever sting
no matter how the end unfolds.
This symphony of echoed screams
a measured call of all who fell.
His ragged bow and violin
to play the dirge written in hell.
An epitaph of scribbled names
a chorus sung in silent cries.
Not right or wrong to ease the ache
when so many men have died.
Redemption From The Lycanthropic Curse
14:22 Dec 25 2013
Times Read: 559
Between the dreadful hours of full moon night,
Came that macabre moment which filled me with fright.
I could hear in the cursed dark infinite above me,
Terrible and horrible sounds that often haunted my dream.
Magical whispers and shadows of bleeding darkness,
Crept into my appalling soul with a pricking sharpness.
I gurgled my blood while transforming to a lycanthropic beast,
Prowling in quest of human flesh,I ambled to the east.
I jumped naked like the wolves,being driven to madness,
By the incessant howling that escaped my mouth with distress.
I sprang remorseless about graves in night to feed on corpses,
Marred by a ravenous bane,plagued by noxious darkness.
I heard the gentleness of your trailing garments,while running.
Getting the smell of a human,I grew more wild and cunning.
Fringes of heavenly light basked your bewitching beauty,
With bleeding fangs and fractured jaws,I ran to you with ruptured body.
The moment your gleaming silvery light cast on me,
From the atrocious beast,I changed to a human being.
I now kneel before your angelic presence that ended my strife,
Your touching light removed my curse allowing me life...
Echoes Of Death's Voice
13:41 Dec 25 2013
Times Read: 560
Miraculous rebounding
Of Death's voice echoes
Flung from rocks and hills
Until my blood devours
Those fatal echoes
That fade to
Deadly ticking of Clock
Then
Silence reigns
Again
Your Beauty.My Poetry.
12:35 Dec 25 2013
Times Read: 563
O beloved, you will stay immortal in my poetic pages
Your beauty shall be adored throughout the ages,
For the alluring beauty that you possess,
Is meant for the theme of my poems…
Goodbye Is Just A Sequel Of Hello
09:20 Dec 25 2013
Times Read: 571
Through attachment
goes the path of separation...
I walked closer to you,
Only to find myself
further farther than you.
The moment you said hello,
I had realized that
Goodbye was to follow.
That night when...
My palms clasped
your breaths
for one final time,
Night whispered
to my soliloquy,
"Goodbye is just a sequel of hello
Eternal Life
15:13 Dec 24 2013
Times Read: 576
Death begins not with the end of life but it ends when eternal life begins.
It begins to end and ends to begin.
Final Dance In The Masquerade.
14:17 Dec 24 2013
Times Read: 583
He was dressed like the reaper
and danced with a beautiful lass
who put on the costume of an angel.
She mistook him as a charming prince
as he was dressed like the angel of death
but ah!! he was a notorious criminal
hardly had she any knowledge.
Taking out a knife, he slit her throat
then one by one he killed all dancers.
The masquerade itself wore the mask
of blood and everything inside was plagued.
Darkness consumed the ripped corpses
and the man dressed like the reaper
left the place riding on his horse.
He reached a graveyard, sat on a grave
and brutally stabbed himself to death.
May be he was a psycho or was possessed,
whatever it was the mysterious masquerade
turned to a bloody ball room for his presence.
Womb Of Imagination.
12:04 Dec 24 2013
Times Read: 587
Passion is womb
of imagination.
Holding a pen,
and reflecting
thoughts on a paper,
is a poet's mirror.
Thoughts become rhymes
when pain is penned
and poetry turns to life.
From A Poet's Fingers
05:35 Dec 24 2013
Times Read: 595
Hushed silence slips
from a poet's fingers
and becomes midnight
when a corpse bleeds fire
on pyre bed, devoured
by blazing darkness.
Night dies but death
and poetry remain
immortal.
walking Society
16:03 Dec 23 2013
Times Read: 605
Walk with me Im fucking Jesus
Walk with me motherfuckers you got nothing else to do
Walk with me you sick bastard there's no time to waste
Your dieing in a world full of fucking hate.
Shut up, before I shut you up
Come on Bitches we are walking faster
Is this to intense for you
You there, with the fucking smile.
Don't you know our society whats genartic happiness not real.
I know your thoughts, I know your feelings
We are all controlled by the things the government wants us to see
Pain and suffering
Sit in front of your television and watch us kill our country
I love this, come on blood shread for everyone
Feel it in the air, feel it through the static
Its time for us to getting walking
Through the land of our distractions.
late night ramblings.
12:14 Dec 23 2013
Times Read: 615
Have you ever sat back and thought about things. I mean things that go on and things you do. I know I do. With family here and what not it's been a hard time for me, granted I love my family but yet I find myself wanting to hide from them all. I don't mind this time of the year, but yet it's I guess part of the year I can go without.
I know that sounds a bit harsh and what not,but there is so much this time of the year drags out for me,and I hate it. I know that this time of year is supposed to be all good and what not,but all it does is bring depression and sadness for me,and yes most of all lonelyness. I know I know you are thinking how can you feel alone with family around. well it's not hard...but I won't go into that detail.
All I know is that even with my family I still feel an empty spot in my soul..in my heart..something I can't fill..and it's a spot no one can fill up either. But that's alright it only makes me stronger and that's always a good thing. I just don't know what more to say let alone what to do, but it happens with how things are and how things go, everything happens for a reason yes?
Bah well I think I'm done rambling for the time being, I just felt like typing..and this is what happens when I sit here and type I give you an insight upon my own mind...and how my thoughts are sometimes. I wish everyone happy holidays and all that fun stuff.
Body For Sale?
11:52 Dec 23 2013
Times Read: 617
The beauty that she possessed,
was it an ominous curse to her?
She turned a prey to aphrodisiac desire
of some lecherous men and was raped
incessantly by six men,ah!! the shame...
Only because such atrocious bastards
play with girl's body like a broken toy
does it mean that girls should stay
within the four walls of their room
and never come out in fear of getting raped??
They left the girl alive with a condition
that she should not tell anything to the cops.
So in utmost fear she has kept her mouth shut,
imbibing stinging tears she flounders with herself.
Prostitution has become a profession
only to sate the lustful desire of such men
involved in lechery and to satisfy the rapists.
Mirror To Tranquility
07:38 Dec 23 2013
Times Read: 624
The vast void above me
was a mirror to tranquility.
My own silence echoed
far from the remote hills.
In the darker hour of midnight,
silence resembled
a melancholy tune
played by the master minstrel.
The Groaning Dead Poet
03:10 Dec 23 2013
Times Read: 633
The Dead poet can groan,
I have heard.
Heard of its endless groans,
Piercing the mountains,
Reversing the fountains.
Shaking my restless heart,
In the thrillest nightmare.
Surgeons and scientists!!
With all your technologies,
Science and Pharmacy,
Preserve my immortal brain.
Blue brain you may call it,
or a virtual brain.
Then make a cloan of me,
And insert the brain,
In its artificial head.
More poetry…..
I shall then unleash,
The captivated lines,
Wedged in my mind.
Like the atrocious satan,
Unleashed the destructive Titans.
But mine work would be constructive,
A boon for the society…
The immortal Gods!!
With all your power and strength,
Restore my breathe,
Back to me.
For without poetry,
My soul is a lush,
In the streets.
These groaning voices,
Slowly fade,
Into the vast emptiness,
When suddenly waking from the sleep,
I desired for a similar blessing.
Then I could vividly hear,
A silent incessant groan,
“Keep writing the poetic lines,
Till the witches snatch away your last breathe”.
May be it was my groaning soul,
Conveying its message,
To my poetic heart….
Conversation Of Life And Death
01:10 Dec 23 2013
Times Read: 638
It is in silence that we hear the conversation of life and death, both being devoured by tranquilizing darkness and bleeding through the eyes of macabre night...
Paralyzed Smoke From The Pyre
23:03 Dec 22 2013
Times Read: 644
By the river bank
from burning pyre
rises paralyzed smoke
impaling eyes of darkness
intoxicating whispering zephyr.
All that begins
ends with death
and the soul
like smoke
makes its way
to the Pearly Gates.
And vicious sins
of the mortal
like pile of ash
is left behind...
Beauty That Is Ugly
20:41 Dec 22 2013
Times Read: 651
Ego and pride are
Darkness that inters
shadow of the soul.
Nebulous cloud
that veils the right vision
and lead through
the path of eternal doom.
Vanity-
Beauty that is ugly,
A simpleton's naked clothing...
Kiss Me Death
01:00 Dec 22 2013
Times Read: 666
Kiss me Death
With the softness
of thine seductive lips.
In this summer night
embrace me
like a love longing
beloved.
Then the eternal
Romance with
thee shalt begin...
Shit happens.
22:39 Dec 21 2013
Times Read: 674
I think it's the lack of sleep, but it feels as though my world is falling and crumbling..but I brought it on myself..and it's something I will have to live with...but we all do something to make sure that the other is happy right?...or they are going to be happy...yeah that's how it works..but eh. I think I just need sleep...but now I don't think I will get any this time...and that's alright I'm use to not having good sleep...anyways...that's it..i can't ramble any more...this is all I can push out.
I Do Not Sleep To Bleed In Rhymes
21:08 Dec 21 2013
Times Read: 678
My pen’s ink is my blood,
It’s scribbling is the remnant of my living soul.
And the imprints that my pen imparts,
Shall shine historically in future eras.
Poetry won’t ooze out of the heart,
If my pen doesn’t shed the nocturnal tears.
And I can never become a passionate poet,
If in the nights, I dream of tranquil sleep.
Death Pardoned My Sins.
14:44 Dec 21 2013
Times Read: 696
Sufferings came to an end,
With my latest breath.
Death pardoned all my sins.
Pain choked my revered pen,
My last poem was penned,
When my final cessation came.
"Poetry paid reverence to Death,
That did forgive my vicious faults".
The demon that follows me
12:56 Dec 21 2013
Times Read: 705
I have a demon that seems to follow me
I have a demon he will never tell me what he wants
He follows me where ever i go and seems to scare the masses.
I walk around with a smile but always recieve unpleasent flashes
when he walks with me disater seems to follow
He would kill me if i asked him to
but i never seemed to bother
He hovers over me like a black cloud.
Im alone and afraid but no one seems to bother
I can see his face when i go to bed i see his face when i wake up
He is bloody and demonic but seems to not mind
His skin is like fire
His face is like pain.
He smells of rotting flesh each and every day
I dont know how to get him to stop
I dont know what to do
But the only option i can every think of
Is getting next to you
ramblings in the wee hours of the morning.
11:51 Dec 21 2013
Times Read: 715
Why am I struggling? I do not understand as to why I am struggling. I am not struggling health wise, nor anything like that, I'm nos struggling money wise no no. But this kind of struggling is a struggle within myself..something that's been going on for a while now. It's so late but yet here I am. I am lost in my thoughts once again. I speak but yet my words do not come out how they should.
I hate making an ass of myself most of all I hate when I struggle to understand others, or at least try to become balance on the same page as them. Am I smart? Oh yes I am, well I like to believe I am, but at times I do not know if I am smart enough for some people. I know there is some really smart people that linger on here, but the problem is. Is well trying to figure out how to and where to stand on the page with them.
Oh well it happens right? each to their own and all that fun stuff. But I just don't understand something, what makes a person believe they are something they are not, meaning..what makes them think they are better than others, and have the right to judge others? just a question,and no this does not go to people just on here..no this goes for anywhere..even offline yes in rl and what not..I guess I'll never understand fully of how people are...best to leave that alone huh?
anyways this is just a short entry nothing special..than again I think I just write In here to write, I don't even know if people take the time to read these things or not Lol,oh who knows..I know I don't know, but if you do read my journal I will tell you thank you as I know that my words do not go unread.
I'm afraid of you.
10:39 Dec 21 2013
Times Read: 720
I see you coming, my insides are numb
I see you coming, i want to run
My body stays still but my soul goes running
You hold me close, but i feel like going
I try to pull you off but some how you don't, I scream for
help but my throat goes dry
you grab my wrists and pull me down into
the darkness of my untold soul
Romance With Virgin Death In Room No-13
07:24 Dec 21 2013
Times Read: 729
Macabre midnight was a fuel to the coal
that smoldered in the cursed hearth
like vague dreams in my sleepless sleep.
Wrapped in a blanket of annihilating grief,
Hugging the pillow of deadly nightmare
I was resting on a bed in room no-13
like a living corpse waiting to be buried.
When I lit a cigar with trembling hands,
I saw an appalling reflection in the wine glass.
A virgin maiden occupied my liquid vision
and I could precisely feel her sensuous touch.
Slowly she pushed me to the ailing bed
and gently kissed my quivering lips
intertwining her sexy legs with mine.
Though reluctant, I kissed her at once
and my fingers soothed her body curves
which felt like having an instant orgasm.
I could see her change the curvaceous shape
like some shape-sifter in the dark of night.
"Death is more seductive than any virgin maiden",
Saying so she inhaled the breaths that I exhaled
and the next day they found me deceased
in Room no-13 where I had romance with Death...
Just a taste of writing..I guess..(yes adult)
02:45 Dec 21 2013
Times Read: 732
-Taunting nips and kisses, teasing fingers and feathers of kisses made her body thrive and tremble in ways she's never felt before, she could not help but to let out a gasp, how could one not do that when their flesh is being taunted by fingers of sin and want? Desire and lust? There was no way she could fight against it what so ever..and it showed by the movement of her body, when he moved it moved like water flowing freely upon a fountain that was opening up for the first time to be seen. Her stomach dipped with breaths as her fingers slid from his body when he moved. Oh the feelings that were hitting her were making goosebumps to become a live, and taunting to her flesh.
Her body was his..she gave herself to him,she told him he could take her.to have her as he saw fit..but her mind was lost within the world of clouds as she felt herself being undressed..with fingers that dripped more and more with what he wanted..with what he wanted to taste. Feeling the heat of his breath between her thighs..she couldn't help but to to look over her own breast..down her trembling stomach and into his eyes...to see what he was after..and that was the hidden fruit behind thin laid fabric..folds of smoothness but yet pulsing with life..and wetness. Upon feeling him touching it caused her muscles to jump..and her fingers to grip the bed...but yet..she didn't try to pull away even if the nip caused her to squeal..and jump once more-
Sanity Of A Demented Lover
21:50 Dec 20 2013
Times Read: 739
Will he come?
The electric shock
made her quiver
but could not
take out the beloved's
thoughts out of her mind.
She has turned insane
after betrayal...
The doctor said,
"Mad woman, Sleep".
Smiling she replied,
"Will he come
if I sleep"?
And she slept
when the doctor replied
"Yes"...
My Shadow Took A Raven's Form
21:01 Dec 20 2013
Times Read: 748
Night talked to me its untold grief
resting itself on the empty chair
that painted darkness all the while.
Macabre mirror devoured the moon
and the walls were damped with tears.
After night slept like a living corpse,
a murderous vision pervaded my sight.
My shadow took a raven's form,
alighted from the parched floor
and perched on the top of the chair
where night was resting before.
"Death shall kiss your life soon",
Saying this, it flew somewhere
into the darkening darkness.
The clock ticked, silence was sliced
and I could see my penumbra
slowly fading with the advent of dawn...
The Love I Find Erotic. The Forbidden Kind.20:37 Dec 20 2013
Times Read: 753
The internet keeps on finding ways to ruin my childhood19:52 Dec 20 2013
Times Read: 758
Death- The Leading Character
19:30 Dec 20 2013
Times Read: 759
Man
~ Always a mannequin
in the showroom of life.
Grave
~Cradles the dead
when man is surrendered
to the eternal slumber.
Death
~ The leading character
in the movie of life...
Bondage
18:43 Dec 20 2013
Times Read: 763
Strapped to my wrists
Down to my thighs
In agony, I pray
In pain, I cry
Reaching out towards the ceiling
For my question to be answered..
Why?
Strapped on this bed
Strapped to the floor
My pulse races
When you want some more
Gaging me with a rag
Dragging me to my death
Beating the living shit out of me
Till I cant take my last breath
Rape me hard
Rape me fast
Deep in this pit
I hear my screams
I hear the echo
As Im alone..
tied to my waist
Tied like a knot
I sit here and wait
For the time to stop
As Im bondaged down
My arms bleeding
I realize I like this sensation
You make me start believing...
Your thrusting hard
Ripping me open
Like a flower I wait
To be fertilized...and broken
Smake me
Beat me
Call me a whore
I can take the name calling and the abuse
I want some more
Biting me, your teeth sinking into my flesh
Fucking me faster..
I cant resit..
Bondaged down
Half way asleep
I dream of the pleasure...
I will recieve...
In Blood And Tears...
17:59 Dec 20 2013
Times Read: 765
Through the dust
And smoke I can see
Beneath the veil of liquid certainty
Drowning in a thinly disguised
Nightmare
Sitting next to me,
All I need,
Sitting next to me,
A memory long dead,
Next to me it seems to be
A waste of time
In front of me cathartic remedies
Swallow down the liquid amenities
The bright light shining down
The smoke filling my nose and lungs
The burn as the world twists and melts
Something like a memory veiled
Inside this dream
Too real... I can feel
The memory the misery,
The solution dark,
The answers one extreme
Blood and tears raining down,
All my life crashing,
Draining to the ground
Wash away all my pain let it flow freely
Feel the pulse of life fade away,
The crashing sound the broken glass
All the memories of twisted agony
The pool of life drums the ground
Flowing down till this life is through.
The life I've lived outside the light
Under the glow of heavy memories
Under the influence of my cathartic remedy
I won't remember anymore
Let the pain run down,
Flowing freely to the ground
Let me see the stream of silent agony
Flowing to the ground beneath.
Blood and tears crashing down,
A memory of darkened years
Blood and tears to take away my pain
Blood and tears to bleed this life away
Raining down to lifeless ground
Pooling silently beneath
Let the stained earth tell the story
Of pain of misery,
Lost in memory.
Deepest Fear
17:00 Dec 20 2013
Times Read: 770
Dust and bone mirrored,
aged through time.
Endless space laughing
at thoughts confined.
Feathered in darkness
reflections appear.
Showing transparent,
my deepest of fears.
Bold beauty infected
dappled in sin.
Erosion injected
devouring within.
Hostile actions,
tarnish my soul.
Leaving a void,
yet making me whole.
Tracing worn flesh
with a plastic smirk.
Etched in sweet evil,
I'll continue my work.
Twisted laughter is what i hear,
14:57 Dec 20 2013
Times Read: 775
Comes and goes when the jackal is near,
Please stay here bleed with me,
Just until darkness is all we see.
Now that your with me there no going back,
Back to that hell you call life,
Now that your here we will cut each other,
With this broken bladed knife,
Or do you want to live life free?
But end up addicted to crack?
Laughter is back in my head,
Better hurry up before we're dead,
Demon coming to drag us down,
Angels coming to me from underground.
Can you see that dying makes me happy,
Its all I've ever wanted for you and me,
Can you hear the sisters call?
Can you feel your heartbeat fall?
Book Of Seven Deadly Sins.
14:38 Dec 20 2013
Times Read: 776
Arcane script fill my leafs
Dark intentions in such beliefs
Within me is your hearts wrath,
And desire's of greed,
Burning passions and ritual fire
But in return there is a cost
A small sacrifice for something lost ...
A piece of your soul i will keep
Nothing compared to the power i reap
Sinister,Sloth,Pride,Envy,and Gluttony..
Of Lust,and Illusions and Magical Spells
Powerful visions of the gates of hell
All these things you may find in me
If you know the words then you will see
Keep me safe for i am old and rare
In secret study me if you dare ...
In another tongue im called De Sju Dödssynderna
But as i have been collated from wide and far
You may know me as the book of sin,
The book of hell ,
Or the book of seven deadly sins...
Gas Mask, Acid rain, Master is his name
11:55 Dec 19 2013
Times Read: 784
Dripping from the needle, crystallized passion
Gas mask rubber on his face, soaking up chemicals from my past
Rubber gloves slap against my ass
Rope burns on my wrist
Tied down by the sounds
His murderous hands run through my hair, down to my panties
Twirling my sensation through the intoxicating fumes
Chocking me with gaze, dried blood and sweet scent of death
Chocking me with belts from his tattered pants
Whispering things such as these
"Your my slut, I am your master,
you like it when I put on my mask, burn you with these lighters so deep,
your pussy is so tight and beautiful, let me change that and cut you open like a science class project"
Tears only cause him more pleasure
As I am covered in his manhood
I try not to show any reaction, maybe he will get tired of me..move on and let me go home
I was so stupid to wear this low-cut dress
Now covered in sewage rain and other girls blood
Gas mask in my face, his eyes stare through my heart
I only want to leave and take a shower
I only get tortured more when I don't scream
Shoved in a shower of acid
My skin totally scared
No one said that torture had to end in beauty
But he dolled me up and I hang from the hooks on his wal
Sinfully Evil SchoolGirl
11:49 Dec 19 2013
Times Read: 785
Sinister isn't she?
How my thoughts fade to black,
Hiding in the shadows waiting to attack,
Like a thief in the night,
Stealing your peaceful thoughts.
Bleeding from the despair of the nights cold,
Slicing at your heart's.
Immobilized by the painful thought,
That this sinfully evil school girl,
Is so close to home.
Realizing that the rope for suicide,
Is hanging in your closet just waiting,
For her to use....
Laughter filling your ears,
Because you know you cant hide,
From this monster within the school.
It knows those dirty little secrets we'd never tell.
Tears fall as it sinks its claws into our flesh.
Oh so hollow when your stripped of a soul.
Chaotic torture makes the beast smile.
The parasite within feeding off,
The very essence that is you.
How delicious how delightful the sins,
She must taste.
Making you pay,
For the time is now,
For your debt to be paid in full.
Poison flowing through the veins of the guilty.
Innocence does not exist in this world.
The monster will make you pay with your blood.
Oh how delightful,
Oh how so sinfully evil this.
School girl is....
Sired
11:23 Dec 19 2013
Times Read: 786
Marble moon cast little light in the growing night. Emerging from the darkness, he came, a shadow, footsteps silent upon the cold ground, cloak swishing behind him in the steady breeze. Sable eyes fixed in a determined glare, he sped up. Hunger pumped through his veins, heartbeat resounding like thunder in his mind.
In front of him a blaze of fire flashed as the young girl passed under a rare street light. Her arms huddled round her as she walked. She was completely unaware of the dominating presence closing in behind her, or the new destiny he held in his hands.
She turned left into a back ally, there were no street lights here at all, making it one of the darkest parts of the city. She took this route home every night, he knew, he had been watching her for weeks now. Her pace quickened here, as it did every night, but tonight she wasn't fast enough. Suddenly pouncing he spun her round, pinning her to the wall with one arm and using the other hand to clamp over her mouth; she didn't get the chance to utter a sound. Horror bristled up her spine and fear trembled in her eyes as she tried to struggle, but it was no good, he possessed more strength and power than any could dream of.
'shhh' he said, drinking in her beauty, her eyes shone like emeralds against her pale skin, vibrant red hair hung in long curls, framing a heart shaped face. He could smell her fear, like a strong perfume, intoxicating, a moment he would never forget.
'You are so beautiful' he said, his voice husky and deep.
Looking up at him she stopped struggling, her eyes locked with his; enthralled her body began to relax. Smiling he removed his hand, knowing that now she would not scream. Slowly he moved closer, grazing her cheek with his lips, teasingly he glided over her mouth, inhaling her scent deeply as he did so. She let out an involuntary groan as he nuzzled his way down her neck, warm breath caressing her throat. His tongue began to dance lightly on the surface, tickling as he pinpointed the vein.
Suddenly every muscle in her body tensed, his teeth punctured the fragile flesh so easily. As the first rush of blood covered his tongue he closed his eyes and softly moaned, pleasure coursed through him, the ripples growing more intense as he drank. He heard her heart speed up momentarily before it began to slow, fading quickly towards death. He continued till the right moment, stopping only when the heart was barely audible.
Taking her in his arms he quickly lowered her to the ground, gently placing her head in his lap. Then pulling up his sleeve he used his teeth to puncture the skin on his forearm, droplets of blood began to flow freely, dripping into her parted lips. Slowly and steadily the blood trickled down her throat, but nothing happened. Had he left it to late, again? Not one to give up he increased the flow to a small stream, suddenly she grabbed his arm and began to feed hungrily.
He sighed and smiled, running his hand over her hair gently. After a few moments he pulled his arm away, she looked at him, disappointed. 'Easy my love' he smiled ' we have a whole city full of fear and blood to feed upon.' Her soulless eyes glinted, as she smiled her newly formed fangs made their very first appearance.
Optical Illusions
10:36 Dec 19 2013
Times Read: 792
Visions intoxicate
blurred with failure
betrayal and fury
sand storms of thought explode
spilling secrets from the dry desert still
into the blaze of verbal flame
moments, long ago captured
seethe their way up, towards fear
spoken in loud eyes
emotions evaporate
arid and vengeful
shuddering as reprisal is cast
reality uncloaked,
a dark oasis emerges
rising, from barren depths
mirage, in blue pools
steadily, flow succumbs
as regret dances
through a soul now torn.
Power Of Darkness
10:32 Dec 19 2013
Times Read: 793
Inside a cell of fragile flesh,
a beating heart pumps despair.
Noise invades the solemn silence,
as hope begins to slowly tear.
Restless jaws tremble and twitch
sable blood stains hungry eyes.
The scales of evil tip my way,
encouraging an untimely demise.
Fracturing, creamy bones crack,
torn from reality with carbon grip.
Sweet sacrifice soured by Satan,
muscles pulped from hells lethal whip.
The bowels of the earth tremble,
heavy air is filled with thunder.
Condemned to the burning inferno,
Satan plots to tear me asunder.
Suddenly injected with surreal agony,
by the torture train riding through hell,
Paper thin lungs screech loudly,
for a final breath they rebel.
Skin begins to sear and burn,
blackened soul ablaze with sin.
The power of darkness invades,
torment and anguish bleed within.
Sex As A Profession Is Sin
09:50 Dec 19 2013
Times Read: 795
Adult love embodies lust
sex is no sin if it's done
with the single loved one.
But if lust leads to lechery
then sex is sin that corrupts
the mind, body and human spirit,
Pleasure in bed is momentary
but when beauty and youth flees
all moroseness begins.
Harlots and gigolos live
a living death.
Their conscience traps them
and they try to veil the nudity
that made them earn money
in the sinful past.
Sex, as a profession is a sin
that cloaks the physical beauty
of persons involved in lechery.
They feel so ashamed
at their end time that
the grave even
becomes reluctant
to devour their filthy corpse.
Time ties them with the rope
of regret and cloaks them
with the cloth of shame...
Horrid Night.
03:01 Dec 18 2013
Times Read: 804
Horrid night last night, I wasn't to sure if I was going to make it or not, nothing I mean nothing would stay down, not even water. I was up all night running back and forth throwing up..I couldn't sleep even if I Tried to, I found myself throwing up my insides. I think I know what was causing it, but I'm not 100% sure about it.
The the A&W cream soda, there is this stuff called Yukka Extract. Now I was fine until I started to drink that, about an hour into it, I found myself wanting to toss my cookies,Now I thought it was over when I stopped drinking it, but through out the whole night I couldn't keep my stomach down and out of my throat. Right now I'm doing better, but I know NOT to drink that again, I will stick with my tea and orange Juice..I wasn't having problems with that at all.
So..other than that I'm fine..lol other than dragging ass feeling weak and tired..that means tonight will be an early night for me to get sleep..so that's a good thing on my part..I believe so anyways..but hey we all find something that makes us not wanting to buy them again Lmao. okay enough of my rambling..I'm done..well for now.
Another Night.
10:20 Dec 17 2013
Times Read: 818
Another night without sleep. Although it's nothing new to me, but it's something I am not fond of any more. I don't understand what is causing me to remain awake and taunted with things,than again I have a feeling it's one thing..and one thing that's been playing my mind for years, but yet has only gotten worse over the past month or so.
It's a dream..a dream that keeps taunting me in my sleep..a dream that makes me quiver but yet wake up gasping for air, no it's not sexual..it's just a dream I can not figure out..something or someone is there but who? I can not see them but I can hear them feel them moving and walking around me...words that come forth in a growling tone..not a threat no no, but a growl that shows they are there.
I don't understand the dream, but the words that are spoken are not words of English no,they are words of a different tongue something I can not make out, are they words that hold threat? From what I can gather no they are not,but yet I just wish I could figure out what they are saying. there is something behind this dream and all I want to do..is just know who it is or what it is..that keeps talking to me..keeps walking around me..like Im some prey or something.
Hmm.I don't know, but I think that's one reason why I can not sleep...I am to the point I don't know what to do about it any more...other than dream it and hope I can see who it is that is playing in my dreams..calling upon me to answer them but yet I can't..if I do not understand the tongue they are using.
The Silent Conversation
07:14 Dec 17 2013
Times Read: 821
The dim radiance rushing
to take shelter inside my eyes,
shadows of flipping calendar pages
soothing the half painted walls.
Dark thoughts jumping
from extreme corners of starry ceilings,
into my pen, out on a paper piece,
in the form of a poem.
Tears that are secrets of ink, kept surging,
A poem-bruised scar of my pain
got penned in whining rhymes.
The malodorous smell
of stinking darkness permeated my room,
sweat smelling weary night
kept staring at my despair looks.
Two strangers on the road
were having a silent conversation,
their attire resembled the black gown
that loneliness puts on.
Darkness had swallowed them whole,
locked gates kept them staring for long.
Evil clouds were circling over their head ,
they were looking pale, gloom and strained.
I was watching them from a half-opened window,
brooding on their furtive plans of tomorrow.
More drifted by their thoughts and talks,
I went downstairs to their conversation spot.
The moon was a gray streetlamp above them,
and below them was lying my wondering gaze.
“Who are you both, I want to know,
in the midnight what makes you talk so long ?”
Thus I questioned them without any fear,
but I could notice their eyes damped with tears.
Then one among them replied in a stumpy voice,
“I am Life and he is Death,
neither can we live together,
nor can one live without the other,
and we both meet together,
only after a complete life-time is over”.
Stunned , I stood there still like a pile of burnt ashes.
Soon their silent conversation came to an end.
They hugged each other and left the place.
One made his way towards my left,
the other followed the path to my right.
and they were on a single circular track.
At first, they would walk away from each other,
until they meet at the same spot, ,
from where they had parted, and started
their life-long journey to meet one another.
Is my soul trying to escape me?
02:29 Dec 17 2013
Times Read: 828
Have you ever had those days where you don't know what is wrong with you?..meaning like you are here and what not, but yet when you go to talk to someone you can't figure the words out. For some reason I'm having that problem today, I don't know what it is. I feel almost as though I'm not fully here.
Granted I got good sleep and everything like that,but yet I just feel like I'm not 100% here. I hate the holidays..granted I have family here and everything but yet, i feel like I'm out of my own body or something..I try to think of something and it doesn't come to me, worst part is..I feel like I can't remember anything of my past..like the good parts of my life..the bad parts aren't there..but it's like everything is fading from me.
it's hard to explain but it's rather annoying and it's starting to bother me..I dunno what is causing it and what not, I mean I'm not depressed or anything like that, I just can't figure out what is going on with me..I want to feel 100% here..like my spirit or my soul is trying to escape if that makes sense..I feel it tugging and what not..but for what reason? I have no idea and well I just don't know how to make it stop..do I just sit back and ride through it? I think that's the best thing I can do right now.
Nectar From Lustful Eyes
22:02 Dec 16 2013
Times Read: 832
Darling, Lost am I in the depth of your eyes,
My only relief is to dive more deeper.
With a kiss on your gentle eyes,
I get to imbibe heavenly nectar of poesy.
From your eyes, I get to feel
the lust beyond sensation.
Seduction impales my heart
and I feel the itch in my private part.
It is love that takes birth in your eyes
and I nourish it inside my heart.
What pleasure fills the heaven,
when I kiss your tempting eyes
on a rose bed with you on my top.
All magic begins when your eyes unveil
and just look towards me, a coquettish look...
Immortal Ink Bleed
22:01 Dec 16 2013
Times Read: 833
A poet’s pen needs
to bleed and the blood
it yields will be the
“Immortal Ink Bleed”-
The undying verses.
Infinitely valued works
of a poet reflect the
creativity of art
and veracity of heart.
A Real poet breathes
through rhymes.
And weeps in
whining lines.
Birth Of A Killer
22:00 Dec 16 2013
Times Read: 834
For the killers,killing is
setting the inner demon out
and letting it stab, atrociously.
Yes,slaughtering is an art
like any music or poetry.
The murderer is an artist.
Anyone holding a knife
cannot take a life.It needs
something more than mere
courage to make a hole
through human flesh.
I started this 'art of killing'
by murdering a murderer.
It was on 16th February,2010
My lover was murdered
by a criminal,in the bus.
He had hit my head and
I didn't know what was done
with her.When I regained sense,
I found her dead.I went mad
when I saw the criminal
in the bus cutting her dead limbs.
I took a knife and slit his throat
taking the knife to the back of his neck.
I didn't like what I did.I had to do this.
He screamed.This made me feel
like God.I cut him to twenty pieces.
He deserved this.Weeping,
I got down the bus carrying
bleeding parts of my dead lover...
I did not wait for justice,
I just pushed him to Death...
He pushed me to Doom
taking my life away from me.
And I made him to kiss Death,
I made Death,his beloved...
Dear You
01:40 Dec 16 2013
Times Read: 846
Dear You
I know you want me. I know you want to feel my body writhing under yours, hear me gasping your name, feel yourself climax inside me. I know you imagine, daydream, fantasize about all the things we’ll do to each other. I know you want to own me; I know you want me to own you. I know that you miss me when I’m not there, painting my image onto the face of your current lover, and I know that when I am there you can only hope you’ll finally be able to fuck me in every way you want to.
Dear Incubus
You should know, I want you too. I want everything you can offer me and more. I want to declare my ownership of you in the scars I’ll trace across your skin. I want to taste what lies beneath the surface, and I want to offer what’s beneath mine. I want to feel the comfort of your weight, the intensity of your kiss, the heat of your sweat. I want to confuse pleasure with pain and blood with water. I want you to know I miss you when I’m not there, and when I am there I want nothing more than to ride you 'til you scream for it all to stop.
Dear you
I stole your soul while you weren’t looking. If you want it back, look for me in the nightmare you secretly lust after.
Eternally Yours
Incubus
Eh.
01:39 Dec 16 2013
Times Read: 847
What Draws People Together As Friends?
Common interests
This probably ties us closer to our friends than many would like to admit. When our interests diverge and we can find nothing to enjoy jointly, time spent together tends to rapidly diminish. Not that we can't still care deeply about friends with whom we no longer share common interests, but it's probably uncommon for such friends to interact on a regular basis.
History.
Nothing ties people together, even people with little in common, than having gone through the same difficult experience. As the sole glue to keep friendships whole in the long run, however, it often dries, cracks, and ultimately fails.
Common values
Though not necessarily enough to create a friendship, if values are too divergent, it's difficult for a friendship to thrive.
Equality.
If one friend needs the support of the other on a consistent basis such that the person depended upon receives no benefit other than the opportunity to support and encourage, while the relationship may be significant and valuable, it can't be said to define a true friendship.
What Makes A Friend Worthy Of The Name?
A commitment to your happiness.
A true friend is consistently willing to put your happiness before your friendship. It's said that "good advice grates on the ear," but a true friend won't refrain from telling you something you don't want to hear, something that may even risk fracturing the friendship, if hearing it lies in your best interest. A true friend will not lack the mercy to correct you when you're wrong. A true friend will confront you with your drinking problem as quickly as inform you about a malignant-looking skin lesion on your back that you can't see yourself.
Not asking you to place the friendship before your principles.
A true friend won't ask you to compromise your principles in the name of your friendship or anything else. Ever.
A good influence
A true friend inspires you to live up to your best potential, not to indulge your basest drives.
How To Attract True Friends.
This one is easy, at least on paper: become a true friend yourself. One of my favorite quotations comes from Gandhi: "Be the change you wish to see in the world." Be the friend you want to have. We all tend to attract people into our lives whose character mirrors our own. You don't have to make yourself into what you think others would find attractive. No matter what your areas of interest, others share them somewhere. Simply make yourself a big target. Join social clubs organized around activities you enjoy. Leverage the Internet to find people of like mind. Take action.
The Seven Rats01:37 Dec 16 2013
Times Read: 849
The story of the seven rats.
The first rat is a smiling rat.
It stops dancing and flies in the sky.
The second rat is a timid rat.
It covers up its own feelings.
The third rat is a rat with glasses.
A luck-pusher with a big mouth.
The fourth rat is a quiet rat.
All is fine if it's fine.
The fifth rat is a cheerful rat.
Although it doesn't speak it's true feelings.
The sixth rat is a short-tempered rat.
It flips out right away when it lacks self-confidence
The Seventh rat is a little rat.
It steals others' toys and laughs about it.
Who is the last rat left?
Come on,let's all dance together.
Lu-lu-le-la,lu-lu-le-la,dance together.
Romance of a Ripper
01:35 Dec 16 2013
Times Read: 850
Polished moon gleams through the nocturnal silhouette
Electrifying mist blaze through my soul, kept me enthralled
Masculine aroma beats my vanilla fragrance
Foolishly I kiss the air with an outrageous touch
Your each steps close enough to grab me to death
I read your mind like a fish in a crystal
Your creativity to seduce me, inflates my vein fro your touch
Amber lit eyes blaze me with that symphonic look
You grab me close to your chest, I hear your blood pumping hard
Your sweat glands forces your excitement out
In that savory aroma, I close my eyes as your lips meet mine
Seductive caress electrified glare, baffled me!
Sheltered under your olive tan and the crimson crevice of my heart
Fresh blood pumping through your vein profusely.
Thrust of my fangs instilled a deep cut shiver through you
Through blades of lightning-
you see my sporadically thrilled blood shed eyes
and my ivory razor blades of sorrow
Your masculine abs fighting in my tender skin
Grips of a ripper strong enough for your silly paper fight
Acuity braids of my silver clangs rip's with a silent stroke
Your cacophonous voice scatter my nocturnal silence
Shrieks of fear fills my hollow head as you scream "please"
Silky soft hair scuffled through my vanilla bean fingers
Embracing your subtle stumbling cadaver, I enjoy your stare
With a smirk of wide electrifying enigma, I tear you
Large clang of my blades to your dawdling heart
Cacophony of your soul being proliferated through the wind
that linger deep even after your heart beat ceases
Dissembled ivory limbs and blistered bones pilfer my solitude
I force myself into your tainted little eyelash
Splashing eyeballs oozes out like gooey gore, sucking in
craving desire of spluttering you, never ceases
As I consume your inflated translucent rose gooey flesh
I plunge in your gore with an irresistible thirst
Ambling through the nocturnal sheets of solitude
Your rotting flesh turns delicious with an ample desire
Carrying cadaver through the nocturnal currents
Your scream endorse through my ears
Ivory limbs tangled together in a boney chain
Your life strangles like cold ice caps of lemonade
Like a nightmare sticking in your soul
Adhering spirit, I linger your shadow
with a overwhelming thirst and a tempting azure eyes
Alluring vanilla scent I wait for my masculine fragrance
No bloke shall walk free without glancing at my welcoming eyes
My dark shade of silhouette shadowing you maliciously
With bloodshed eyes and tenacious smirk, awaiting in the silence
To rip off my next victim!
My sinister laugh lingers in the dark underworld
convincingly dragging of my amble force-
ramblings? Yeah that's what it is.
23:07 Dec 15 2013
Times Read: 858
it's odd really, I can sit here and type away but yet my words I don't think will make sense to anyone. I feel rather numb, but not in a bad way just numb. My fingers feel like wet noodles playing in the water. i feel tired but yet I can't sleep. It's just odd..rather odd for that matter.
I've been doing good with getting to bed at a good time and all that jazz but for some reason last night I was struggling so bad to sleep..I felt like I got slapped with nothing but pure energy,and it's still here. My body wants to go to sleep but yet my muscles,tendons and brain don't want to stop. God I feel like I'm floating and what not..rather interesting.
No I didn't take anything, well only the pain meds and what not, but that's not the cause of it..trust me I know I know what I take. But still I just find it strange on how I feel. Hmmm I think i might end up just spewing off things or something Lmao...who the hell knows..with how I feel right now..I'm not sure what will going on..or what might or could happen..
yeah I'm going to shut up now..I mean hell I don't even know what I'm talking about..I think i do but yet I don't think I do..yeah I feel gone to the world right now..Lol..but I guess that makes for the best journal entry right?...yeah..that's it..this is an epic fucking journal entry...no it's not it's boring cause it's just rambling...Lol...
Peace...yeah..laters for now..
Savage Politicians
18:21 Dec 15 2013
Times Read: 869
With what savage and
murderous dispositions
do the politicians fly at
one another's reputation
and tear it in pieces?
They play the dirty game
with a brutal countenance..
I am sober yet drunk
18:20 Dec 15 2013
Times Read: 870
Midnight peeps
through my window,
I hold my pen
and bleed on a paper.
I am sober
yet drunk
in imagination...
Hansel And Gretel
12:54 Dec 15 2013
Times Read: 880
Hansel? said Gretel,Please put on the kettle
A witch is coming to stay
Get the biscuits out,quick!
To make her so full she's sick
is our primary aim to today.
We'll have gingerbread men,as a welcome,and thenwe'll feed her until she's in pain
I'll force on her,cake
that
I've just freshly baked
then I'll littler breadcrumbs down the lane
And the cultures will come! To gobble every crumb!
When we'll catch them at once to keep
Then we'll drug her hot pieand we'll bid her goodnight.
As she lies in her slumber,
you'll collect us some lumber
to pile upon the fire
Then we'll carry her down
and incite the whole town
to watch her grow crisp on the pyre.
Riding Hood will say 'Good!' when the tower of woodsets fire to moany snow white
'cause she's become a pain
her dwarves drive us insane
so we'll kill her off just out of spite.
When the glames have subdued,we'll sort out the feudthat erupts over who gets dibs
on the witches friend guts
and the finest meat cuts
Would you care for sublime witches ribs?
At AM,hour third,I'll release the birds
and let them attack all our guests
then I'll serve them with rice
but slowly cooked neighbours are best.
Wanna Swallow?
12:50 Dec 15 2013
Times Read: 882
One tablespoon of semen has approximately 20 calories. Semen also contains zinc and calcium which helps prevent tooth decay.
One typical ejaculation contains 150 mg of protein, 11 mg of carbohydrates, 6 mg fat, 3 mg cholesterol, 7% US RDA potassium and 3% US RDA copper and zinc. The protein content is roughly equivalent to that found in one egg white. Also, women physically exposed to semen are less likely to suffer from depression. The ingesting of it is called 'spermophagia'. Studies suggest that seminal plasma both prevents and fights cancer, particularly breast cancer.
The next person. (yes i was mad when I did this short poem)
12:49 Dec 15 2013
Times Read: 883
who tells me to fucking chill, is gonna get their fucking ass ravaged by a fucking rusty rake end coated in glass.
Don't fuck with me.
Stay off my ass and I'll be fine. Douche bags.
He Who Sees The Unseen
12:46 Dec 15 2013
Times Read: 884
He who sees the unseen,
kisses Elysium from
beloved's eyes,
feels tears of ocean,
and void of heaven
is a poet breathing
rhymes, living poetry.
The Alchemist
with golden heart.
Death Of Death
11:49 Dec 15 2013
Times Read: 888
When Death dies,awe to die terminates,
Incessant battle with life culminates.
A glittering dawn of another life begins,
That is liberated from every vice…
Everything is a reason
10:59 Dec 15 2013
Times Read: 891
Well you hear the word"I want to be the better person", or "I am doing this because I want to be the better person". I disagree. You should always do something for a reason. I do not think being the whole better person thing is a valid reason. You shouldn't do something just so you can get a high praise.
I am not applying to all people by the way but you should do things because there is a reason behind it. For example, I want to sing for the children hospital.
Not because I want to be the better person but because I want the children who are sick to have a great Christmas and if me singing brings a smile to their face then that makes it worth it.Some people also have this gulit feeling and hide it by saying "better person".
You know it is ok to feel guilt and even feeling guilty on things is a reason. If I feel guilty on things and because of that I want to do it then I will say it.
Yes I'm Back..Good Or Bad? I hope Good This time.
06:06 Dec 15 2013
Times Read: 899
It's been some time sense I've been on here, but I must admit that it's rather strange seeing the same people. But the thing is, it's nice to see some old faces on here. I might not be on as much but I'm here somewhat..hence the lack of profile on my end, but I know I'll still get some ratings and that's fine.
I'm not here to just get rates and what not no no, it's a good pass timer..granted it gets me away from the family when they are all asleep and what not Lol..but none the less Im alive..sorta..been through a bit here and there..nothing to major..well some is major but this isn't the site to spew out everything ya know? But happy holidays everyone and what not..it's always a fun time..granted not for everyone that's for sure..but eh..none the less..Hi I'm back.
An Angel behind the Demons eye.
04:28 Dec 15 2013
Times Read: 904
Welcome to my home.
Hell within the dome.
People with black robes passing by.
Couldn't see past their mask, even if you try.
See the smiles on the real ones face?
See the tears leaving their trace?
See the red glowing eyes behind the mask?
See the blue eyes of the Angels after his task?
In ones face,
the one with the tear trace.
The one with the red eye.
The one who refuses to really cry.
The one with the blood all over their robe.
The one known threw out the globe.
The one with the small smile on his face.
A smile hidden behind his mask.
A smile, one not to ask.
A smile hidden in the heart.
The one whom lives with a missing part.
The red eyes will turn blue
only past the mask can you see what\rquote s true.
The mask of emptiness.
The mask of cold.
The mask as hard as gold.
The mask full of the lies told.
A dark mask for a dark heart.
But not if your really smart.
Look behind the red eye.
You will see what wants to cry.
You will see an Angel fly.
You will see a wounded heart die.
You will see, an Angel behind a Demons eye.
My Dreams
03:30 Dec 15 2013
Times Read: 906
my dreams would scare you,
the book has been burned,
each page just says who,
because of innocent turned.
but i know i will not be forgotten,
because of a life turned rotten,
this is my time to shine,
these fucking scars are mine.
each scar from a troubling time,
and the boy left behind,
from these scars my hate surfacing,
and the torment begins.
im a shadow of my past self,
plagued with this corrosive health,
eating me from inside,
for the young boy has long died.
i invent games to teach them,
divide the boys from the men,
for not many will be left alive,
for only the strong survive.
i used to be a disease but my mind,
kept me alive on the inside,
but now its killing me and i want it too,
for life's not worth living without you.
i created this monster when i went insane,
but feels like im standing on my monopoly board,
im on top of my game,
for i may be a curse to myself but im also the cure,
put a gun to my own head while crying pop it,
its the only way to be sure.....
Demon Child
05:25 Dec 14 2013
Times Read: 920
The father held her lily white hand
As they walked through a mirrored corridor.
Each mirror played a memory, each held a dark secret.
"Father, I can see the sunshine in this one,
Happy times.
You'd spin me around and around again."
The father wouldn't look at her,
But there were tears in his eyes.
Each one they passed grew darker and darker.
Vivid and grotesque images filled the hall.
"Father, what is all of this?
What demon did these things?"
Her eyes grew larger as she beheld the scenes.
It filled her soul with its terror,
Until she cried out,
"Who!? Who did this?!"
The father stepped away,
Terrified.
"Come back! Where are you going?
Don't leave me!!" echoed through the hall.
Trembling, she turned,
And looked at the last mirror.
It held no image,
Save her own.
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