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12:21pm Apr 17 2009 (last edited on 12:21pm Apr 17 2009)
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White I once had a dream
Of a cold, white hallway.
With men in starch stiff white
Suits
And women in starch stiff white
Dresses,
With small white clips
Holding up their dark tresses.
They march along either side in lines,
Eyes pinned to the back before them. The white fluorescent lights above me
Shine down on the white hall in front of me,
Their quiet hum like the sound
Of a soldier boy’s drum being played
Too fast. There are doors
On this hallway.
Made of metal and painted white.
They stay unopened,
Unnoticed by the people
Marching along in their unseeing
Sight. I am watching this march,
This endless walk of men
And women with clothes made stiff
with starch. The drummer boy’s snare
Rattles on in my head
And as a sound makes me turn my head,
I see there, on the floor,
Unnoticed as those unopened doors
My body lying there swimming in red. I turn and scream.
Now I am a ghost unseen,
And unnoticed as those unopened
Doors. They keep their march
In time with the drums.
Their white shoes are no longer so white,
No longer so clean.
The linoleum they tread upon turns red
With blood
And yet tears they have not
For this crimson flood. Cries ring with the sound
Of the drum.
Calling, screaming, and calling again
All wishing for songs unsung.
A child takes my hand,
Her fingers stained
With her own blood,
And her small starch stiff white dress
Is no longer so white. Her body is like mine,
Swimming in red
And lying on the floor,
She too is unnoticed
Like all those unopened doors. Yet still they march,
And still the children cry
As our bodies are turned to pulp
Where they lie
By the feet of the people
In the starch stiff white clothes and with the unseeing
Eyes.
 I love you Omena. <3 "If the English language made any sense, a catastrophe would be an apostrophe with fur." -- Doug Larson |
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8:21am Apr 18 2009
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That.... *sniff* Was so sad! Yet very good! Well done!
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10:35pm Apr 19 2009
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Wow....D:
That was even more depressing than mine. *sniffle*...
It was...awesome, though... :'D
And I wonder if mine were even read...>w>;
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10:16am Apr 20 2009
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I read your poems, Riku, and I like them. Though they've uncovered wounds I thought long trampled and buried. But don't think me one to place blame for such petty things. Your poems are very good
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8:16pm Apr 21 2009
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Awww. Thanks. :D
Two I came up with out of nowhere...
But...Yeah. I'm a big ball of emotion. >>;
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7:23am Apr 22 2009
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That's a good thing. Emotion drives all art, even writing. Perhaps, especially writing.
I love you Omena. <3 "If the English language made any sense, a catastrophe would be an apostrophe with fur." -- Doug Larson |
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10:05pm Apr 25 2009
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True. :3
Maybe that's why my stories are romance...y. >w>'
....Need to get Freedom up...and work on Life is Love...*sigh*
Finish up Mello's Journey.....
THEEEEEEN I have to scan in my pictures or take photos or something...*sigh*
So much to doooo!
....I need to get a life...^^;
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10:07am Apr 27 2009 (last edited on 11:00am Apr 27 2009)
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It could very well be why your stories are romance. Unfortunately, with my mindset, I put a negative, cold and distant spin on most things. Humans are social creatures, presumably ones that share life-long bonds with their mates. While, in the current light of the world, that point of view is unfortunately being challenged, that's how I see it. We thrive on love and emotion and companionship. Most of our worlds revolve around it, even if it is only for a short time before we realize that our world provides too much for us to be fixated on one particular thing for too long. People like me, in particular, are too fixated on it, however... We think of nothing else at times and, when it comes down to it, we are nothing more than...pets; for lack of a better word. We go where we are needed and stand at the sides of those who need us. We make them happy and show them what there is in the world to love, what it is like and that, perhaps, maybe there are people with some good in them. And then, when we are not needed, we are sent away. When they see someone else with whom they would be happier... For most it's just a role in life, and they are happy with it, because they see it as a gift. They like helping people and love being with them, even if its only for a short time. But for people like me, it's a punishment. We love people desperately, and when they do nothing but look through us, then we see the uselessness of our existence to that person. It kills us a little more each time it happens, whenever we see that person and look into their eyes and see that we are nothing...To even see hate behind those eyes and in their smile, hiding like a snake in the shadows, hiding from everyone but anyone who knows where to look for it. With scales as black as the night and eyes that are even darker and a venom in its fangs that kills you, not in days, but in months. In years and decades, it eats at your flesh and your heart, rotting you apart and silencing the voice that would tell anyone how hurt you are...because you know it's punishment and you know you deserve it. And, then, who are you to complain..? But what I am being punished for....I'm beginning to dare to hope that it may be over. He's forgiven me for what I did, so maybe it is...
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8:38pm Apr 27 2009
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Truthfully, it is something I hope for in the future. I have only received love from family, but, I would like to find someone...and hope that I may be able to make it last.
It's a dream I hope to accomplish someday....Maybe not now, but when I feel I might be ready.
I just hope I find a good person that will remain faithful, like in Fairytales.....My...Prince Charming, so to speak. But, I know that most guys like that are most likely taken and happy.
I hope to learn from my mother, and to trust the judgement I passed on my step-father, who, quite frankly, was a pig, a cheater, a liar, and a man I never did like.
I just someone the opposite of him....
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6:54am Apr 28 2009
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You'll find someone. Good people always do.
I love you Omena. <3 "If the English language made any sense, a catastrophe would be an apostrophe with fur." -- Doug Larson |
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8:47am May 6 2009 (last edited on 8:53am May 6 2009)
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I had to make a limerick for co-op............... There once was a nobody named Axel Who had no idea what a truck axle was He had no need for it anyway since he could go through dark alleyways So he went back to the Castle its stupid,and I have a rhyming problem
French rule, Brits suck.
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7:58pm May 15 2009
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A Time Has Past and Yet the War Remains They march through the woods, silent and stiff. Their guns raised and cocked. Their arrows strung and their bows freshly oiled. Blood stains the ground. Only a single little girl watches from afar. Her white dress flowing in the wind. The sounds of war echoing through the hills. It fills her heart with grief. The wills of the innocent stained with the blood of war. The young lost in the tragic battles. Foolish boys lost in the sounds of war. The sound of drums beating. The drums of war. Fear and pain grip her heart. Sorrow calls her name. And yet, no peace exist within the walls of war. TIme is lost and souls are reaped. Prepare for the drums of war. She cannot bear it. She cannot stand it. So she turns her head. Prepare for the Drums of War. It's pretty shallow I know, but its was the best I've had today.
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7:17pm May 17 2009
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I have a poem in a notebook. I called it Ai Wo Kanjite. :D
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7:37pm May 17 2009
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The Mouse and the Monster On a gusty summer day, there was a little mouse His fur was grey and his eyes were black and he had a little house Bigger then a mushroom, shorter then a reed He told a little story, to his nephew Freddie G. “It all started on a day just like this,” he began “When a monster sneaked by our harmonious clan His eyes were pure evil, his step was pure stealth His stare was pure terror, he looked in good health Except for one thing, one small little thought He was skinny in appearance, but that I knew not He slunk up behind me, no quicker then a snail But I turned swiftly sooner, he gave a slight wail I jumped in excitement, and welcomed him so ‘How nice you come by, my you look low’ I said so casually, and so naive Now he looks at me strangely, no longer relived ‘Hello…’ he said cautiously ‘maybe you can help me.’ His grin became larger, sharp teeth were agleam I looked at him so, as if ready to serve ‘I’ll give it to you straight, anything you deserve’ ‘I deserve food!’ he exclaimed, a growl within his chest ‘For you I will bring anything, for you are my guest, what my good sir do you gladly suggest?’ ‘MEAT!’ the monster roared, but not an inch I moved ‘Alright,’ I said, ‘I’ll fetch it for you.’ So I left, and when I returned The monster laid dead, my duties unearned So I went straight back to my cozy ‘ole house” And that’s the story of the Monster and the mouse. |
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7:39pm May 17 2009
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Sorry if there are any misspelled or grammar mistakes in my post. I just coppied it from windows and pasted it here... |
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6:20pm May 23 2009
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My Jigsaw Heart! <3 Its so good that i'm over my tormented past i'm over the things that haunted my dreams. I'm blissfully living and am myself at last.
My jigsaw heart was pieced together by a girl with love,friendship and wisdom as its glue. with words that told me what i never knew.
I love this girl and she accepted my history, makes me feel loved and so alive. This girl is forever my Guardian ANGEL |
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4:18pm May 26 2009
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:S I'm notta so good at poems, but I'll post my only three. Betrayal Once apon a time We were best friends But we all knew That would come to an end You turned on me In my hour of need You took a sharp dagger And stabbed it through me You ran away You left me to bleed You thought I would die But there’s something You need to see It’s called friendship It’s hard to find But your not an example Your one-of-a-kind You let people trust you Then you go for the kill I don’t know why you do it Do you think it’s a skill? Well I’ll tell you It’s not It’s simply a curse Although your bad I have seen worse I miss the way we would walk The way we hung out each personal talk But now I’m filled with doubt Your like my enemy We’re in a cold war I try to be friendly I really do But the only conclusion is Our Friendship is through!
Blue There you go Whistling through the sky A little blue bird Passing me by I wish I could fly I wish I could glide But of course I can’t I’m only human Just wishing I could Makes me feel stupid So I wish I was a dolphin I light turquoise colour Splashing through waves Then ducking under The waters so clear I can see out for miles I think I’ll sit here and dream Just for a little while Deep blue like ice Your cold Yet nice Refreshing like Running through rain Plunging into the unknown You harden my soul Turning it to stone I’ll wipe away tears I’ll push away fears I’ll say my good-byes Until next time Time to get back to reality To go to work To care for my family To be the best I can be But don’t worry I won’t forget to dream Yellow You highlight my life You’re the sun in full glory You light up the sky Like a fairytale story You’re a little daisy Tall and proud You look a little crazy You stand out in a crowd As large as a bus Or as small as a bee But no matter the size Your special to me You seem to be everywhere You’re everything I see You make my life The brightest it can be In lush summers I see you All over the fields Little dandelions With great appeal You twinkle like stars A child’s raincoat But no matter what you are you set my heart afloat
wuss poppin jimbo
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9:15pm May 28 2009
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Sounds like silence
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they put me in a cage
i want out
i want to live
give me a chance
i'll show you
chains link clinks
in the wind
"kill them, kill them"
someone yells
i don't hear it
it sounds like silence
but i know it is not
small steps taken
my heart ripped in two
separated forever, in the merging darkness
eye to eye
across the battle field
he claws at my heart
he strikes and he wins
die.....
Curdling screams
sound like silence
i know it is not
i died
now, i am in the cage
trained to kill
that is my game
Taking a long break from Res due to Stress levels. Will pop in and out. If you wish to contact me, RMAIL ONLY. I WILL NOT BE ROLEPLAYING. I WILL NOT COME BACK NOT MATTER THE AMOUNT OF BEGGING.
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5:27am Jun 12 2009
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Where sould I start? I loved them all. They really touched me. Beautiful. All of them. I am jealous of you guys XP...
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