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| Dear Diary,
Posted: 5/17/2008 3:55:49 PM | Tired of fking elevator music
Tired of being pacified
Tired of losing faith
not following my heart
being left heartless
the penetrating fkng
voice of no, no,no
nothing's right
be miserable with me
that shit overcome's spirit
it overcome's life
and makes life a hell
I don't want to be lead
on another heartless journey
another battle without
fulfillment of rage, lust for blood,
desire,
to come home to see which tv gangster is fighting with who
can you say lame
there's a curve I take
each day on the way home
each day I increase the speed
to see how long the tires hold
follow
follow passion
follow your heart into
into battle
into life
into your lovers eyes
into bed
into the phone booth 3$ for an international call
into some 3rd world country to help the ones who need it,
follow it away
away from a life devoid
of passion
away from a life devoid of pain
a life devoid of hunger
of growth
of life death
love hate
that pounding sex up against a wall comes from a life lived
not from a life behind a desk
don't waste your love, or hate, both are not limitless wells
find something worth doing
bleed for it
die for it
get ripped apart for it
be born into life,
instead mindlessness
yes then
war will exist
pain will exist
love will exist
passion
confusion
hope
suffering
reward
and joy
heaven
and hell as love betrayed
will exist
each monotonous new day
kills something
prevents the birth of a dream
makes me forget just how much
I loved you just a minute befor
the feelings developed
the lives that exist
the feelings you will know
when you give yourself to me | |
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| Dear Diary,
Posted: 5/18/2008 12:01:32 PM | Thats one of the best Poems I have read here in awhile Eyes.
Good stuff bud....
It's real, raw, and has meaning that encompasses us each......
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| Dear Diary,
Posted: 5/18/2008 10:19:32 PM | Eyes..I think you reached bedrock with that one
the place where truth stands naked and damn proud of it
nice work
A mouthful of the taste of last night
isnt my idea of a good breakfast
but some days
thats as good as it gets....
feeling past the lint in my pocket to the hole
i wonder again why i do this
im sure the answer will come to me
after i have a drink
I never knew that satisfaction
lives between what i want when im sober
and what i get when i drink
but there in the middle..I feel good
til breakfast | |
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| Dear Diary,
Posted: 5/19/2008 6:18:33 PM | | Thanks, glad you liked it. | |
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| Dear Diary,
Posted: 5/19/2008 9:31:09 PM | Dear diary,
As I was driving home from town today I passed a young man walking toward the highway. It was so hot out there ... I drove past him had two cars hot on my tail.
I slowed down and got off onto the shoulder ... the whole time asking God if this kid was safe to pick up or not .... pick him up is what I heard!So I turned the car around and went back to get him.
As he opened the front door to get in the car he says thank you ma'am, your welcome I told him. Not many people pick up strangers any more he says. I said, your not a stranger ... God said you were ok to pick up so ... here I am.
He looked at me with a blank look in his eyes and said, "that's funny because just as I saw you pull off the road I was saying a prayer for some kind soul to pick me up. I didn't think there were any left."
God works in mysterious ways....... | |
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| Dear Diary,
Posted: 5/19/2008 9:44:44 PM | | good Good story, lucky | |
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| Dear Diary,
Posted: 5/19/2008 10:07:54 PM | This is one I just found in my mail box, thought I'd share. It's also a good story.
((Thanks Axe, I appreciate that ...))
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was 'Information Please' and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my Mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the Parlor and dragged it to the landing climbing up; I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.
'Information, please,' I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
'Information.'
'I hurt my finger,' I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
'Isn't your mother home?' came the question.
'Nobody's home but me,' I blubbered.
'Are you bleeding?' the voice asked.
'No,' I replied. 'I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.'
'Can you open the icebox?' she asked.
I said I could.
'Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,' said the voice.
After that, I called 'Information Please' for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, ‘Information Please,' and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, 'Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring Joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?'
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, ' Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.'
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, 'Information Please.'
'Information,' said in the now familiar voice.
'How do I spell fix?' I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. 'Information Please' belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown Operator and said, 'Information Please.'
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. 'Information.'
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, 'Could you please tel l me how to spell fix?'
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, 'I guess your finger must have healed by now.'
I laughed, 'So it's really you,' I said. 'I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?'
‘I wonder,' she said, 'if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.'
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
'Please do,' she said. 'Just ask for Sally.'
Three months later I was back in Seattle a different voice answered: Information.' I asked for Sally.
'Are you a friend?' she said.
'Yes, a very old friend,' I answered.
'I'm sorry to have to tell you this,' she said. 'Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.'
Before I could hang up she said, 'Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?’
'Yes.' I answered.
'Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you.' The note said, 'Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean.'
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.  | |
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| Dear Diary,
Posted: 5/23/2008 10:33:24 AM | absolutely loved that story Lucky  | |
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| Dear Diary,
Posted: 5/23/2008 11:23:05 AM | I truly belive this one by Eyestothesky deserves another read...Really phenomenal write my friend~E
~Written 5/17/08 By Eyestothesky~
Tired of f*cking elevator music
Tired of being pacified
Tired of losing faith
not following my heart
being left heartless
the penetrating f*cking
voice of no, no, no
nothing's right
be miserable with me
that shit overcomes spirit
it overcomes life
and makes life a hell
I don't want to be lead
on another heartless journey
another battle without
fulfillment of rage, lust for blood,
desire,
to come home to see which tv gangster is fighting with who
can you say lame
there's a curve I take
each day on the way home
each day I increase the speed
to see how long the tires hold
follow
follow passion
follow your heart into
into battle
into life
into your lovers eyes
into bed
into the phone booth 3$ for an international call
into some 3rd world country to help the ones who need it,
follow it away
away from a life devoid
of passion
away from a life devoid of pain
a life devoid of hunger
of growth
of life death
love hate
that pounding sex up against a wall comes from a life lived
not from a life behind a desk
don't waste your love, or hate, both are not limitless wells
find something worth doing
bleed for it
die for it
get ripped apart for it
be born into life,
instead of mindlessness
yes then
war will exist
pain will exist
love will exist
passion
confusion
hope
suffering
reward
and joy
heaven
and hell as love betrayed
will exist
each monotonous new day
kills something
prevents the birth of a dream
makes me forget just how much
I loved you just a minute before
the feelings developed
the lives that exist
the feelings you will know
when you give yourself to me | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed, welcome to my world.
Posted: 5/23/2008 1:11:27 PM | Accounting and Accountabliliy
Useless information in my minds facility
It's a sky rocket of sales in the profession of reality
Torture and Torment
Foreign antidotes and scripted regrets
Nobody cares yet nobody forgets
Heartache and Heart break
Mishaped minds of doubtful exposure
Sickend formented eyes that draw you in closer | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed, welcome to my world.
Posted: 5/27/2008 7:40:23 AM | Why must I live in chaos and twisted deceit
This so called life of mine that's so shattered and weak
Tormented by the thought of you coming back in my space
Because I was tormented to have you there in the first place
Your disgusting ability to make me love
Your lies came so easily with every word you spoke of
I am captured by you and introduced to suffication
Dragged down to nothing and put in compromising situations
I have nothing left to offer you, you took all of me
You kept taking and taking until there was nothing left to leave
I can't keep loving someone that doesn't even care
All I ask is that you take the time, and this life you will spare
Why must I live in this chaos and twisted deciet
But what you don't know is that I have something else up my sleeve
I've been in waiting for the right time
To take back my life and what is mine
You have consumed me for way too long
You will no longer control me when I make my escape and I'm gone
No more chaos or deceit in my life, I predict
Because in my future, it isn't you I end up with | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed, welcome to my world.
Posted: 5/28/2008 7:27:58 AM | Heartaches enjoyment
Sadness hurting deep
Carless mistakes
But happiness I seek
I can't forget
What this heart never let's
Can't see the light
Can't breathe it's too tight
You'll never know
How the lonliness grows
Only the words that I speak
Tattered and torn
Since I was born
Eyes looking down
I smile with a frown
Can't control what's buried deep
You seek the light
that I can't find
Maybe tonight
I can see it this time
Damned for good
Misunderstood
Too many frets
Lived many regrets
But what is the purpose
To just keep on living
Playing games
And never winning
Shadows keep crawling
Inside my head
Scribbles and drawings
Lay them to bed
While I am just clawing
To escape
No one to relate
How can I debate
In this madness of state | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed, welcome to my world.
Posted: 5/28/2008 1:28:10 PM | just gotta chance to slow down and read that last write eyes (that tropical reposted) good stuff my friend, most definately
You're still here
the smell of your cologne drifting
as I reach for a CD
to distract me
driving away from you
I still taste you on my lips
and grin
there's no sweeter sin
no safer place
than inside your smile,
quietly comfortable...
the space...
between you and I
stop.....sigh................and stare.....
...............I'm there | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 165 | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed, welcome to my world.
Posted: 6/1/2008 6:06:05 PM | Just read through this thread, some beautiful writes in here
Why must I live in chaos and twisted deceit
This so called life of mine that's so shattered and weak
Come, take my hand, show me the way
To a place where the sun shines all day
Where babbling streams freely flow
Where delicate blooms flourish and grow
Where grasses sway on a gentle breeze
And blossom sprinkles from stately trees
Where exists only peace and happiness
And harmony, the soul to soothe and caress
Please take me I entreat you once again
To that special place where there is no pain
Where of pitiful sorrow there is no sign
Nothing to stab and bleed this heart of mine
That place where I can feel no more hurt
Where there is nothing at all to disconcert
Where the only tears shed are those of joy
Where nothing exists, my soul to destroy
Please take me away from all this torment
To a place where my heart will lay content
Find a pillow for my weary head to rest
Oh please listen to my heartfelt request
For I am tired of watching this suffering life
Full of grief, and pain, anger and strife
Please let my soul find peace once more
And heal these wounds I do thee implore
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Posted: 6/3/2008 1:19:47 PM | Great thread, nice writing Transcend, Ash, Render, Luv, Serendipity. Thanks Truth,Trans, and Tropical, glad you liked that one.
a fire starts on a vacant lot
by some kids, a lighter,a
hairspray can
throwing in sticks, and brush
and rocks to keep the flames in
sleeping in the grass til mom yelled "come in"
Dad comes, and beats them
for doin stupid shyt
looks at the fire and is drawn to it
they bring chairs, and beer
hot dogs, and steaks
enjoying the day ignoring the mistake
party kept on for days and days
would the owner ever come around
and make them go away | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed, welcome to my world.
Posted: 6/3/2008 1:48:47 PM | She Was Covered In Bruises!
She brushed her hair aside
Not realizing what she was trying to hide
Got noticed because there were tears in her eyes
No more hiding, or no more make up disguise
She turned her head as if trying to stay unnoticed
But the bruises she had became his main focus
What happend, he said with a faint soft voice
You don't have to stay, you have a choice
She shrunk down into herself like she'd always had
Telling herself that things really weren't that bad
He told her to listen and told her to be brave
He thought that somehow her life he could save
She told him that things would be fine and she had to go
But she was in no hurry at all, and turned away slow
He grabbed her hand and told her to stay
But she said if she didn't get home he'd come right away
He watched her walk off into the dusk of the day
He kept watching as she walked away
Soon disappearing into the sunset she was gone
He was left standing there is such great awe
The next morning, the newspapers said
Young blonde woman, found beside the road dead
He clutched at the paper and began to cry
Because he couldn't save her, why god why
He thought if I just could have made her stay that night
She'd be alive and could of avoided the fight
I tried dear lord to be there as she walked away in such fright
He said 'son you can't save everyone's life
But just know that she's here with me and will be safe on this night | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed, welcome to my world.
Posted: 6/6/2008 10:11:29 PM | Hidden Answers
Deep in the cavities of my mind
Beneath grey swirling clouds
Lay the answers I cannot find
Hidden by thick misty shrouds
Sights my eyes cannot see
Words my ears cannot hear
Profound thoughts that elude me
Drifting away as I come near
If only I could find the key
To unlock this subconscious door
Would I hear and would I see
Would I be perplexed no more
Why must I dwell in this confusion
Swimming in rivers of darkness
Perhaps reality is really just an elusion
Are tunnels of my mind all I possess
If that is so then I am surely lost
Wandering aimlessly in a maze
Finding paths several times crossed
Seeking, finding nothing in the haze
Must I search in vain for ever more
Is there no light to show me the way
Do I even know what I am looking for
Am I destined to wonder come what may
Or will the master of time come when I call
Will he show me when the time is right
Give me the answers and reveal all
Take my hand, guide me to the light
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| Raw and emotionally exposed, welcome to my world.
Posted: 6/8/2008 8:02:48 AM | Amazing writes in here since i have been away. Thank you everyone for still posting here!
Some people go together like salt n pepper
Some people are meant to be like bread n butter
Being a part for any time is like jam missing peanut butter
When you find your dip to your chip
Hold on tight
I will bring the whip, you bring the cream
Paint me with honey and chocolate syrup
Lickity split
Banana split
I got a lovely set of coconuts.......
.........Or maybe i should just go get some lunch
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 171 | |
| Raw and emotionally exposed, welcome to my world.
Posted: 6/10/2008 2:03:23 AM | ^^^^ I can't help but think of that line "licorice-whip gonna whip your ass"
on a separate note, a piece of darkness for my twisted twin in Canada:
cut me out of the family portraits
burn the chunks in the fireplace I built
with my own two hands
you'll never be rid of me that easily
cut me out of your mind
seek out treatment at the psych ward
electro-shock therapy can only modify your behaviour
not your thoughts
cut me out of your bed
take another lover
take ten
they won't get you there like I did
cut me out of your life
move on, take up a hobby
how many socks can you knit
when you're still wondering how I am
cut me out of your heart
find true love with another
but know that through it all
you'll never be truly over me
cut me out of your will
that will show me, won't it?
what use do I have for your stuff anyway?
I'll be waiting to torment you on the other side | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed, welcome to my world.
Posted: 6/10/2008 3:52:49 AM | Minds revolution
Lost
Defeated
Empty
Grey confusion
Hazy
Bleak
Grey
Eyes wander
Walls
Grey
Crack
Spider creeps
Tardily
Onward
Upward
Window framed
Grey
Pitted
Void
Spider obscure
Hidden
Lost
Gone
Eyes downcast
Ground
Grey
Crack
Emptiness clawing
Dragged
Consumed
Swallowed
Crack engulfed
Devoured
Devoid
Drained
Spirit broken
Shattered
Desolate
Hopeless
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| Raw and emotionally exposed, welcome to my world.
Posted: 6/10/2008 9:43:22 AM | Drifting away,
Running away,
Hiding away,
The darkness engulfs her at times
Sometimes she wishes life would just disappear
A shallow black hole someone has dug
So beautiful it waits for her to fall inside
Feel the warmness, embrace the coldness
A hole of empty thoughts
Long lost soul searching
But searching for what?
Lost
Drowning
Sinking
Deeper
She feels nothing as she is nothing
Lifeless she wakes with a moan
Here she sits
Alone with her soul
Darkness sets in
And
All is well
Nothing but recycled misery | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed, welcome to my world.
Posted: 6/10/2008 10:15:09 AM | Turn out the lights
Closing my eyes
I watch the lights dance behind them
A sense of comfort
All is quiet, oh look at the kaleidescope
Dont disturb my peace floating here in the black pond
Drown in darkness, pools of black
Crawling in my own skin
So many flaws
Peel away my thick layers and leave me naked
Raw, open, exposed
Bleeding, reveal the tender raw flesh inside
Open for you to see
Nothing
Nothing but an ugly duckling trying to find her way | |
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