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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 3/23/2008 8:07:55 PM |  All such great works of art. You arent supposed to out do me in my own thread.lol Just kidding. Thanks everyone for posting, i enjoy your minds.
Scatter the pieces on the floor
Such a mess faith no more
Nothing beautiful becomes of something so broken
Pieces
Where do they go together?
But wait, whats this?
Time moves on a picture starts to form
Previous nonsense is all a blur
If you work at it hard enough the puzzle will
Become
Such a beautiful portrait
We are the perfect fit
You are the glue that holds me together
Everything has its place
And
Everything is in its place
Pop rocks of the heart are here to stay,
No way would i wish those away | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 3/24/2008 11:33:54 AM | Love One
You Turn To Me
and start to speak, as
I drift into space to remember the
feel of your skin on my cheek, like
angel silk, Leonardo's colour's brushed on my
face, I inhale you, the salt still graces my
lips, I can't send my tongue to them lest the memory be gone, I listen
as you speak, your voice like
music, I smile and remember our airs, who were supposed to be, so
I bite your shoulder, and you
Slap me, Yell you never Listen, and Run
to the bathroom, and slam the
door, What the f**k, I yell Baby
come Out, I Love You, You never
Listen you A*****e, God d*mn it, I
head down the stairs, wait, befor
this goes any further, we are
Still lying in bed, you turn to
me, you start to speak, Baby
Please forgive my
interruption, but, I Love You, what
were you saying? and you see
me as my head rests against the piilow without
airs, and you gaze upon me, your thoughts change in front of me, your eyes
search me, I wonder what your thinking, You're Beautiful, Your
eyes make me smile, I
Inhale You | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 3/24/2008 2:17:33 PM | Love Two
You Turn To Me
Hardwood, and River Rock, wet from the
stream, that flows never ending, below
the Rocks, well worn, feel warm to the
touch, the river flows over our shoulders unnoticed, like the
waters not here, now over our heads, your eyes
enchanting, the sun hits the water above, casting
light into the depth, air bubbles' escape upwards into
the day, unnoticed, as traffic goes by, and the
river flows by, with driftwood and bass, sunfish take
notice of the shadows we cast, into the river, still
yet to speak, that the water may fill our lungs , and breath
may escape, in a sunbathed moment, warm from the
stones, and river flowing, breath comes
underwater, feels natural, as if we've been here
befor, the ripples, and air bubbles escape, rising to the
sun bakes the day above, the desert, and mountains
rise into the sky, whirlwinds and ripples, from here send
tornadoes, and hurricanes, to the floor below, swimming
upstream, pass the bears, jump the current, and
rise into the air, hot and blowing, from the source
beyond, inhaling and panting, to come, again
into the river and upstream, over our shoulders
warm, I open my mouth under
water, enchanting, and
I Inhale You | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 3/24/2008 9:24:04 PM | Love Three
The Doors Locked, I'm out on the
porch, Pathetic, drunken state of unaware, that the
neighbors, haven't gone to bed, decide to
wait here, and watch the stars, you
might come outside, and watch them too, quiet
night, still, listen to the crickets, and
traffic, wave, think I'll rest my
head against the door, wallflowers
singing in my head, were already
there, across the street, they're just getting
home, from work, yells across the street "locked
out" yeah, she'll be home soon, keep
watching the stars, there's a car coming to the
curb, "get in, we're going to the bar" yeah I'm
Locked out, nice night though, Pathetic
Hey, let's go get some beer, and go
outback, we'll start a fire, yeah, and some
food, I'm starving, "cool with me, you?"
"yeah", so the fire's lit, and the beers cold, Clapton's
on the radio, Wonderful Tonight, kitchen
light comes on, eyes watch you, as the door
opens, and you act like you weren't mad, just
sleeping, arms outstretched, yawn, wiping
eyes, What are you guys up to, just having a couple
beers, and hamburgers, watching stars, beautiful
night, tonight, glad you woke up, *kiss*, yeah, nice
smile, not mad anymore, oww, you squeezed my
fingers, here I brought out a chair for you, have a
beer, inhale this night with me | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 3/26/2008 10:56:02 AM | On My Way Out
Got them Cocaine blues
Got so many friends I can't figure out
Whether I need to pick up the door or answer the phone.....
And everybody's my bestest but we haven't
shared a REAL feeling since we've eaten
...yeah, it's been a minute....
I'm waiting to see what's up
The world: conquered.
Hair - CHECK
Nails - CHECK
Fame - CHECK
Money,Money,Money - CHECK, CHECK,CHECK
Soul - ............................oh,s h i t ................
03/13/2000
Darker Dayz
Since when did my confidence
get replaced by
this pain in my side?
A pain accompanied by anxiety
And sweaty palms that I can't hide
Alone hurts soo much anymore
Others are overwhelming,
so, one-by-one, I've shut the doors.
Pains that run to the ends of my fingertips at times...
The only way to ease them is in these words and in these rhymes.
But, even when all is said and done
And I've put my pen and pad back on the shelf..
I still wonder,
when and why did I become so uncomfortable with myself?
07/15/2000 | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 11:45:48 AM | These have never been shared....so one, more....just cause I can I guess....and thanks for the huggs prr2freya....thank GOD life is much different now, but wouldn't take back a thing....In losing...I found...
Party's Over
Death came a knockin' today
Gonna be a while before I speak
Dammit Mr. Grim
I can't pencil you in
"In just a moment I'll reach my peak."
[So, death himself
pinned me then and there]
with an Ice cold stare
I found myself
while....fighting....for.....air.....
...but, I still didn't.....
...And I need to.....
....and my dear, sweet mother.......will NEVER be the same...
....pleeaase don't take me today....just once more, let me speak her name...
So, my "friends" suddenly have things to do
Don't forget to sweep my pockets....oh, wait, check the shoe
So, how DO my eyes look staring up, empty,
from the kitchen floor?
I've given you highs...and now my life...but, you still come back for more...
How does the look of "help me" feel
When feeling is THAT far away, and nothing is real?
I knew long ago that we were not the same
I'd give the whole world a line if it'd make them happy
But...you.....you loved the fame...
Or, what about you, Mr. Jones....yes, you may have more....
But get me my money tomorrow....or I have a friend who will be at your door..
So, follow me around..all, if you will
Throw in some greed and trifling tendencies...and that will seal the deal...
So that when you need, I can open doors....
But, no matter what I do
I AM NOT like you
I would never leave one to die...
THAT is why God made me cry....
For the first time in forever...
...So I'd get the hell outta this joint... | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 33 | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 6:46:22 PM | Left out like an old pair of shoes
That house down the road with nobody in it
The Creek that doesn't run anymore
just alittle sand...pebblestones
Dewdrops that melt as the first sun shines
lapped up like necter from every flower
Trembeling kittens in search of some food
children with doubt living in their soul
Raging clouds carrying darkness and thunder
skies velvet painting, just right after
All of these things hold such beauty and love
brought from within
not living without! | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed...
Posted: 3/26/2008 7:35:10 PM | Life is one big mess, repetition every day
Screw the mentality that made you this way
You bruise me time and time again
With your words
Does it make you feel better inside to have all this hatred?
Dont mold me how you want me
Accept me for who i am
Someone who is never good enough
Never good enough for life
Stop the blood flowing through your veins
The whispers in your head
Only wish i were dead
Deadwh*re forever more
Deny what you crave, its ok pretend i am like the rest
In your heart you know i fit you the best
Angers you
Defies everything you think
Everything you have come to feel
Misery and woe is what feels comfortable
Some day you will open your eyes
Realize
This is why i cry alone
Instead of making love with you
My vagina is like my heart, no current use for it but i keep it around just in case | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 7:54:10 PM | Imperfections
C/r/a/c/k\e/d|
Shell of a person
F/r/a/c/t/u\r/e/d|
Beneath my surface
L/i/f/e/l\e/s/s|
Another disposable
C/l/i\c/h/é
Drowning in my own
I/m/p/e/r/f/e/c/t/i\o/n/s | | |
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Posted: 3/27/2008 11:51:29 AM | I have no idea where i was going with this its all just things i am feeling, emotions, its just me
I wish i could turn to stone
So i could give you that sledge hammer
Pull it up over your head and bring it down
Smash me, destroy me
Make it quicker than this i ask of you
Raggedy Ann Doll emotions
Push me, pull me
Use me, abuse me
Does it give you tingles inside?
Riddle me this, riddle me that
In the end i will always be your friend
Your friend to the end
I will hold your hand when you need to walk into the light
While
You walk behind me stabbing me further in the back | |
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Posted: 3/27/2008 12:15:22 PM | I've been in the Light, and
I prefer the Night. Start a fire and
make love til the morning, tomorrows lies,
yesterdays game,
wash it off me, . . . and stay
Right now, I don't want to wake to see
the light of the day,
I want to spend the nights here
forget
and smile,
no yesterday, heard nothing of whats to come
no motivations except you,
no hammers, no confessions, no knives
the machine builds to fast, eyes closed may
keep it from coming this way,
lest tomorrows destruction may start again
staring into the fire, your skin feels so warm
you've got a beautiful smile, and
the way your hair falls over your shoulders
sleep in,
avoiding the light as long as we can | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed...
Posted: 3/28/2008 10:52:26 AM | picture frames all blown out
a river of tears quietly shed
cautiously walking floors
milestones of shattered glass
and hope left behind
mirrors and blood deeper through
glass shards rub away my skin
looking up at heart's on walls'
approach the sleeping beauty again
movements behind walls, of distorted glass
see my breath rise in this chill
follow the trail of blood let befor me
hands upon walls, feeling for doors
princess's beauty worth the pain
lost track of time , but the trails still clear
light ahead, candlefire in mirrors reflection
shatter the glass, or continue on
more glass ?
while princess sleeps
better to walk
whats this table, table, pitcher and a bowl
bathwater, . . . sick
but haven't drank in days
how far are we, may spend a lifetime in this maze
but ya know, I Love this journey and pain,
beautiful lady some where in this place | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 39 | |
| Raw and emotionally exposed...
Posted: 3/29/2008 11:43:08 AM | Nice poems Eyes...
how far are we, may spend a lifetime in this maze
but ya know, I Love this journey and pain,
beautiful lady some where in this place
Hope is what is needed in this dark bleeding space
Night comes souls bleed with little grace
Moon spins webs of intimate desire
Morning comes...little fire
remains...
Yet of human nature all drive over the limit
Hoping that life leaves a pleasure again
in it!
Venture the road of nameless few
Lead unto other places so new
Lift out your branches like trees in the sky
Hope that just someday...
a miracle flies! | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 3/29/2008 12:09:59 PM | WOT THE **** R U ALL ON ABOUT, u come into this world for a reason once u fulfil it u gotta go .BUT its up 2 u 2 find it , im cryin with laughter here .Sorry but thats the way i feel | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 41 | |
| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 3/29/2008 12:19:41 PM | Cazzie...glad you got it all together...lol Is that why you are here? 
David Gray
A Clear Pair Of Eyes
Hear me god I’m on the level
Mapping silence seeing things
Crying laughing like the devil
And before the might
of all that’s seen
I’ll raise my head
and wake to dream
with a clean pair of eyes
Murdered gold and colours flashing
Time like blood like flowing hair
Faces merging airplanes crashing
And before the might
of all that’s true
I’ll raise my head
and dream anew
With a clean pair of eyes
Today I need no commentary
Today I do not need to speak
No explanation necessary
And before the might
of all that’s seen
I’ll raise my head
and dream again
With a clean pair of eyes
A clean pair of eyes
Don’t need no right or wrong
Don’t need no disguise
No sugar to fix my tongue
A clean pair of eyes
Liquid air and flags that ripple
A tambourine of smoking suns
Love that blinds us fear that cripples
And before the might
Of all that’s seen
I’ll raise my head
And wake to dream
And before the might
Of all that’s true
I’ll raise my head
And dream anew
And before the might
Of all unnamed
I’ll raise my head
and dream again
Dream again
Dream again
Dream again
Dream again
Sweet Dreams...
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 3/30/2008 3:19:18 PM | Portraits
Stained Glass Portraits, made from the volumes of smashed glass, decorate the walls
Scent of flowers, fills the
the halls, vases overflowing
petals . . .
painted
black
Dragons roar howls
throughout empty caverns,
my dog stays
closer to my side
Screeches, and moans
from howling monkeys,
pierce my ears,
Get em dog
Hallway of pure
glass tinted blue, sunshine and blood bathe wooden floors,
Turn to the next
hall of the maze,
flowers . . .
scent so . . .
enticing,
that my veins begin to feel,
Stop for a rest,
find a drink,
and just
take in
that smell | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 3/30/2008 3:55:31 PM | Cazzie....if it was that simple we would have no need for spirituality or companionship.....and IF you had it all figured out to some grand extent, I believe you'd
1- know better than to laugh at anyone's misfortunes....
2- understand that we are ALL on different paths of enlightenment.....and at different points of our journey....
3-not be on a singles sight
and
4-not have to be made to look ignorant by someone who is a mere 27 years old....
..so just because you've got 20 yrs or more on some of us, (although I can't tell), remember what it was like at other points in your life....before you became so "wonderfully enlightened".... | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 3/30/2008 8:51:59 PM | At the end of my rope
Bruised, beaten and weakened
Tighten the noose
Hard to swallow
Cut off my air supply
Do yourself a favour
Rid of me
The "cards" were dealt
You were given your hand
I was given mine
You won, i lost
Like a sunken ship
With its sailors lost at sea
Falling into lifes blood and tears
I shall drown in my own pool
Spiraling down
Confusion sets in
Hi confusion i have been here before
Please wont you save me
Or least smother me in my own fears
Deja vu
Happy in misery
At the end of my rope
I
F
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 3/31/2008 2:46:10 AM | Several words we're spoken painful and untrue
I said I loved but I lied
In my life all I wanted was to keep you, some might've said
Your love left me broken just a toy for your sinful pleasures
All I wanted was to love someone like you
How could I look myself in the mirror
Such a radiant beauty but with a heart of a rusted calibur
The trigger still locks back as you impale a bullet through my already wounded heart
Did I do anything to deserve this
I just wanted one beautiful woman to see a descent guy
Now I'm left wondering through halls of madness in my own mind
Thanks alot you ungrateful prostitute you whored all the manhood outta me | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 3/31/2008 8:46:16 PM | All of my life my poetry books were my diary....I like this thread, it's got me diggin up some old stuff....realizin' how far I've come and how much time changes things....
I've reached a pool of depression
and I'm sinkin very low
I really need someone to talk to
and I have nowhere to go
I'm drowning in my pool of sadness
and beginning to fade away
I often wonder, If I die,
What anyone would say..
Everyone thinks I'm not depressed
That I'm as happy as can be..
That I'm a normal child in a normal family
But, my true feelings no one will see
Even If I did feel sorry for myself
I believe I'd deserve it just a bit
Because for someone who's been so nice and sweet to everyone
My life's been total shit.
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| Raw and emotionally exposed, welcome to my world.
Posted: 3/31/2008 9:20:19 PM | on message 21........... easter bunny warning!
This is wonderfully creative piece. Simple, to the point and laced with irony so thick that I can't even look at an egg the same way. Easter came and went this year for me. No bunny, no funny, no honey............. I think JC must have been pissed that we moved the date of his resurrection up...
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| Raw and emotionally exposed, welcome to my world.
Posted: 3/31/2008 10:56:31 PM | 'Black Knight'
Beaten not, but unwelcome at knight table
Rounded girth from laboured 'neath able
Black clothed worn by that of choice
Shouting injustice to unheard voice.
Black Knight cared upon black mare
Challenged face to face death's eyeless stare
Will this Black Knight with last breath ever fight!
Pretense shallow to 'silently go to that good night'!
'Noble' of rule thought taken labour love and strife?
Lay down now defeated to take mine own cherished life?
Sons of bitshes elected by minority false authority enshrine
Evil greed from that baztard spawned from swamp sublime.
Sons o' bitshes attempt to pass laws to suit thine will
Swine trough to gorge at in cesspool ignorant swill
Black Knight stands proud against all that false of lie
Baztards! Fight me or succede! At own hand never die!
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Enjoy this thread.
TBK. | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed, welcome to my world.
Posted: 4/1/2008 11:34:21 AM | Sometimes life
is like a Game of Checkers
So
Ready
Confidently
You eye the one
You start the right move
They take a leap foreword
You jump over the next obstacle
They are coming closer and closer
Before you can reach out and touch
They veer to the empty spot on your left
And keep moving away from your spell
Once at the end of the game board
The wild celebration begins
Without invitation
You are left
All alone
Again
So
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