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my cat just was put to sleep... [Mar. 29th, 2005|08:04 pm]
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brokenrainfall
[mood |crushedcrushed]
[music |early out of the gate-- the good life]

Death came for me,
In a carriage brimming black,
It was here for me,
But this time,
This night,
I wasn’t ready,
I didn’t want it,
So instead it took him,
My wonderful piece of light,
My slice of heaven,
The one I could always confide in,
Always count on,
Always love,
And know he returned that love,
But death took him from me,
Whether to make me suffer or not,
I cried a river,
I cried until my eyes were dry,
Yet still,
That didn’t change anything,
He was still gone,
It was my choice,
I could have let him stay,
Made him suffer,
But I didn’t want to,
So I let death do its duty,
So it did,
Take away my one and only.
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sad isn't a fashion statement. [Feb. 25th, 2005|06:05 pm]
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dracopet
[mood |melancholymelancholy]
[music |Helena-MCR]

PerfectCollapse )

Skin and RazorsCollapse )
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(no subject) [Feb. 20th, 2005|11:52 am]
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rusticdoll

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You Are Beauty [Feb. 17th, 2005|09:35 pm]
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bestrange13
My love you for you is beauty,
A flower of its own kind.
A blossom
That has yet to show the true color
Of its magnificent petals.
But it is only a flower
And the thorns upon its stem
Stab my skin
Every time I reach for you
As if it were to slash my heart
And miss.
The love you show is better than
Anything my rose can present.
It is cast aside, left to be alone.
Made to be lonely.
You are beauty to the world.
(but) Does a rose not have feelings too?
Can you not throw it to the ground
And crush it with your feet
And it die as any other
Withering plant of this earth?
Both loves are the same.
And I am alone
Withering beneath your feet
You have stepped on me for the last time.
You are beauty to the world
But even beauty dies too.
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(no subject) [Feb. 7th, 2005|03:03 pm]
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black_hair_die
striking cords on my wrist with a sharpened pick

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(no subject) [Feb. 2nd, 2005|11:54 pm]
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rusticdoll
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(no subject) [Feb. 1st, 2005|09:06 pm]
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cruel_emo_girl
and im sitting here at home
Waiting for his call
i woudl wait forever for you
even though you make me fall
your my new disease
i cant rid myself of you
i dont even kno if i want to...
but u make me sick..
wonderfullie sick
i cant hide it anymore...
i cant hide it
you make me weak
my pretty disease
you rip me at my heart strings...
you take my mind and squeeze....
im so vulnerable to you
and oyu kno it too
you watch me sit here all alone
youre watching me sit here and stare at the phone
sometimes i wish
i could die in a quickness...
to relieve myself of you
... my precious little sickness...
you know what you do to me
you know you make me weak
you knwo how vulnerable i am
and now i admit defeat...
im weak. weaker than you
and you have the power to make me fall
im sick.. sicker than you...
but im still waiting for your call
im vulnerable... and you know it too...
but who could kill a disease...
that is as bitter sweet as you?
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(no subject) [Feb. 1st, 2005|09:03 pm]
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cruel_emo_girl
Lo0k at me…
any stranger can see how fucked up I am
why cant you?
Why do you insist that I’m wonderful?
What is it that makes me so perfect?
Perfect for you….
but what about me?
I may be perfect to you…
but all I see are my imperfections
all I see is this weak infection
its eating at me
tearing me apart
went thru my mind
Destroyed my heart
and its feeling its way thru me…
I’m not okae…
its searing its way thru me…
I’m not okae…
I’m not the person I seem…
not anymore…
I’m not this picture of perfection
that you so wish I was…
that I so wish I was…
I wish I could be perfect…
perfect for you…?
I’m not the wonderful little girl everyone wants me to be…
that they so wish I was…
that I don’t care to be…
I feel so guilty…
like I’ve put on a show…
because I’ve only let
the “perfect” part of me show…
lo0k at me…
im far from perfect….
any can stranger can see how fucked up I am….
thank you for seeing something different…
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(no subject) [Feb. 1st, 2005|07:53 pm]
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jet_black_x
So, I think this is pretty bad. I just wanted to see what you guys thought.
It's about losing someone you love, and not being able to sleep because of it.

"Silent Sleep"

Welcome to the thing that I call,
Waking up at midnight.
Sounds outside that keep me up,
Through pain and tears and fright.

I’ll lie down, it won’t matter,
I can’t help myself.
Outside my window, all the chatter,
Keeps me up all night.

To get up in the morning,
Is literally that.
Nothing more than moving,
Nothing more that that.

Silent sleep is overrated,
I’ve had it once or twice.
The dreams I had were brilliant,
The dreams I had of you.

You’re the one who keeps me up,
You’re the one I dread.
You’re the one that I can’t stand.
You’re the one.
You’re dead.


EDIT: Here's another one. A love poem I guess.

A heart drawn on the window your head is resting on.
A heart is there, the heart is there, a message from someone.
Anonymous souls, leaving you notes.
Anonymous ghosts, giving me hope.

With our feet up and hands together.
Nothing could break what we had.
But that’s not true.
Not true at all.
Just because he’s bigger,
Just because he’s better.
Like a billboard advertisement.
He just sucks you in.

Depriving me,
Loving you.
I’m striving to contend.
I wouldn’t hope for something better,
Than your lips against my cheek.
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Join [Jan. 28th, 2005|01:22 pm]
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rusticdoll
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