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| WHAT I MISS ABOUT YOU |
| 07.29.04 (7:26 am) [edit] |
the touch of your skin
the smell of your hair
the feel of your teeth
the sound of your groans
your sweat dripping on me
your hair lightly touching my face
your muscles tightening
your body moving
your hands on my breasts
the feel of you inside me
my nails on your back
the heat of your release...
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| I HEAR... |
| 07.28.04 (6:08 pm) [edit] |
i hear the ticking of my watch
the dripping of the faucet
the hum of the tv
the rustle of the leaves outside
but why can i not hear your thoughts..
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| DARKNESS HIDES ME |
| 07.28.04 (4:09 pm) [edit] |
darkness surronds me
my eyes are shut
i am in a world of my own
swimming in my own self loathing
wanting you but unable to have you
i let you slip thru my fingers
now i must suffer alone in the darkness
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| YOUR LONG BLACK HAIR AND DARK EYES HAUNT ME |
| 07.26.04 (8:31 pm) [edit] |
your screams haunt the halls like an echo
your splattered blood paints a lovely picture
one of sweet pain and misery
oh how i envy your release
you can not feel no more
can not hear
you are icy cold
your pale skin and blue lips are beautiful
oh how they make me lust
make me want to do it all over again
after my long rest
i will be on the hunt again
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| THRILL OF THE CHASE |
| 07.26.04 (8:19 pm) [edit] |
your shirt hits the floor just as darkness falls
i see your torsol outlined by the light of the moon
your teeth gleaming so white
your muscles all taunt and ridged
sweat dripping down to the small of your back
you catch my scent on the breeze
and howl at the tought of the chase we will have
i bolt like a frightened child
you give me a second to flee and are then right on top of me
you pounce and down i go into the muck and fallen leaves
you roll me around and rip my blouse
revealing two pale orbs of flesh
i moan as your teeth sink into the rosey buds
my hands reach up and grab you roughly by the hair
forcing your mouth to stay where it is
i move my leg and feel the fire of your manhood
softly moaning you raise my skirt over my thighs
reveiling my womanly delights
you bury your face taking in my musky smell
my breasts raise and fall with delight......
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| CAN YOU FEEL IT.. |
| 07.25.04 (7:41 pm) [edit] |
pounding
pumping
rushing
guzzeling
throbing
pulsating
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| GOING TO HELL IN A HANDBASKET |
| 07.25.04 (6:47 pm) [edit] |
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| YOU... |
| 07.24.04 (5:48 pm) [edit] |
water drips down my back
burning at first
feeling like a hundred needles peircing my skin
then my muscles relax
and the pain turns to pleasure
just like when you and i are together
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| NOT SUBMISSIVE |
| 07.24.04 (2:46 pm) [edit] |
i will not give myself freely
i will not give myself at all
you say you are alpa
and you will take what you want
how you want it, and when you want it
my reply is only i will not give myself freely
i will not be broken
i will not cave in
you say you will pin me
my reply is a laugh
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| LAYING THERE.. |
| 07.24.04 (2:36 pm) [edit] |
i see you sleeping
your stomach rises and falls
every once in a while you sigh
i run my nails down your stomach
stopping as it reaches your nest of curls
i smile and lay closer to your hot body
i lick your stomcah
tasting your salty sweet flesh
something inside me starts
i lick my finger and slowly trace your nipple
making it taunt and hard
i am aroused
i can feel that anceint heat between my theighs start to burn
i enjoy the torture of wanting you but not daring to wake you
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| AGELESS MEMORIES |
| 07.22.04 (7:43 pm) [edit] |
why is it that sometimes the floodgates of memories spill open and things you once thought were buried deep come rushing out
the old feelings, smells, and sounds as well as thoughts
i have this one memory, later in life i was told i was about two and living in Turkey
i see green every where
there is a small bit of light shining down behind me
i hear this giggle
i feel this slimey thing in my hand
i look down
i have a tiny frog in my hand
i remeber hearing someone cough
then my hand gets all wet
the frog jumps away and i cry
is it not weird how you can remeber these things from long ago...
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| BUD |
| 07.22.04 (7:22 pm) [edit] |
i have been married
is it bad that i did not "love" my husband
is it bad that i did not know what true love was until 3 or 4 years ago
it is sad that i lost that love
he died
but i am glad that i knew it
even though it was for just a few months
Tommy, I LOVE AND LOVED you
may you be resting in peace
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| a memory of my younger days |
| 07.22.04 (6:55 pm) [edit] |
my head reels as i try to think of why i deserved this pain
what had i done but asked a question
why do they hate me
they claim they love me, but i do not think they know what love is
why do they not treat my brothers like this
why is it always me
why do i always have to stay in my room or doing chores
why can i not have friends
why do they take away all that i enjoy
have i not been a good daughter
have i not made good grades
have i not acted the way they beat me too
have i not always remained quite unless spoken too
why do they treat me like i am a diease
the cold glass feels good on my face where it still burns
i am thankfull that i do not have school for a week
that will be a week i will not have to explain the marks on my body
oh how the glass feels cold
it is beautiful where the frost dances across
why am i balling my hand into a fist
cause i hurt or because i am mad
the sound of broken glass is music to my ears
the rush of cold air is devine against my burning face
my blood is so beautiful
so dark, so rich
the smell is arousing
i shall go to bed with a smile on my face
cause i am now hurting, but from a hurt they did not cause me
a hurt of my own doing
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| 5 reasons like u asked |
| 07.22.04 (6:25 pm) [edit] |
rejection
the way i look
scared
i dont know how to
my speech
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| AWINDOW |
| 07.22.04 (4:41 pm) [edit] |
you are a father
you're a friend
you're a man
you're a light
you are my window to the world
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| why |
| 07.22.04 (4:22 pm) [edit] |
why does water run
why do rocks roll
why does ice drip
why do birds flock
why does my heart always break me
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| I HATE HER |
| 07.22.04 (3:48 pm) [edit] |
i hate her
i want to rip her throat out
i want to watch her drowned
yes on her own blood
i want her dead
what does she have that i dont
is it the money
is it the form
i can love
i can worship
but i will not crawl
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| breath |
| 07.22.04 (3:38 pm) [edit] |
inhale
exhale
this is what i must tell myself when ever you are around
i get so mad and turned around
i just want to destroy everything on the ground
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| sgnileef rof uoy |
| 07.22.04 (3:34 pm) [edit] |
rubbish, hogwash
just leave me alone
i love you
i hate you
i want to be left alone
i need you
i crave you
i want you for my own
just please leave me alone
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| GONE MAD.. |
| 07.22.04 (3:28 pm) [edit] |
i have gone mad
i see you everywhere
you are not mine
this i know
but i do love you so
i see your words
i feel your words
why do they follow me
why can i not get you out of my head
why do i have this need for you
why do i feel like i am dead
i truely must be going out of my head
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| MY DRUG |
| 07.22.04 (3:22 pm) [edit] |
you were my drug
i got high on your lust
now you have left me
turning me to dust
alone with all of these feelings of lust
i am so sad and have no one to trust
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| TIRED |
| 07.22.04 (3:18 pm) [edit] |
i am tired
i am tired of the lies
tired of the games
you say you care for me
but have you no shame
you run after another
but claim you do not
i think you are just full of snot
i am tired
i need to rest
i have this empty feeling in my chest
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| MERRY-GO-ROUND |
| 07.21.04 (11:00 pm) [edit] |
if i had a hammer,
i would smash in your face
you lie, you play games
you are nothing but a waste
oh now come here,
so your a disgrace
who doesnt love you in this weird warped place
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| moody perhaps |
| 07.21.04 (9:47 pm) [edit] |
i lay here broken and sad
all spread out like a puzzle awaiting to be done
there is a peice missing here
and one missing there
even if i were peiced back together
i would never come out clear..
why is my life always such a big tear...
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| WHO IS SHE... |
| 07.21.04 (8:42 pm) [edit] |
she sits in black
her hair long and flowing
her eyes green and shining
her lips ruby red
she is the image of beauty
her skin so flawless
her smell so lusty
she is who men dream of
she is who women envy
she is who children run to
who is she.... she is Lindy...
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| DREAMER AWAKES |
| 07.21.04 (8:26 pm) [edit] |
it is so cold
i want my mommy
why is it dark
i want my daddy
what is that nosie i hear
please, i want my teddy
i do not like the dark
please, i want my mommy
why can i not move
please, anyone, help me
the noise is getting louder
it is getting warmer too
what is that light
that smell
why am i melting
please, mommy help me
i blink, i blink again
where am i
why am i in this white room
what are these tubes
there is my mommy
why is she crying
there is my daddy
why is he smiling
ah, there is my teddy all nice and warm
i love you mommy
i love you daddy
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| RIPPED MY HEART OUT TODAY |
| 07.21.04 (7:44 pm) [edit] |
what is this thing beating in my hand
it pulsates ever so slowly oozing out this
hot liquid
what is this thing that beats like a drum
that is soft but yet hard
what is this thing in my hand
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| NIGHTMARE PART II |
| 07.20.04 (10:10 pm) [edit] |
Jonathan lay sprawled across the bed on his back, one hand tucked under his head and one leg slightly bent. The sheets were twisted around his body, leaving most of his upper body and all but his upper thighs exposed to the night air. His face wore a peaceful, solemn look as if he had given over all his cares to someone he trusted and was simply waiting for all of the answers to be given to him.
A small drift of air barely strong enough to feel, slipped through the open window carrying a hint of smoke and spice. Gooseflesh prickled along his exposed skin and faint frown lines formed on his sleep-smooth face. The scent grew stronger and he began to shift uneasily on his bed, a barely audible moan slipping past his lips. His head began to roll from side to side and his hand clenched into a fist around the sheet. The moans became louder and lines furrowed deep into his face. In his mind he lay on the soft earth beneath a large maple tree. He gazed upward at the leaves, seeing the deep blue of the sky beyond the ruddy leaves. They had just begun to turn and as fall deepened so would their color until it seemed fire blazed atop the tree trunks.
A strong wind smelling thickly of spice blew across the trees, sending the limbs dancing madly in its wake. Several of the leaves were torn from their branches and drifted lazily down towards him in gentle circles. When they touched his flesh they began to smolder, burning through his skin and sinking down to his bones. He tried to brush them off, panic fueling his efforts but he was unable to move. The tree's roots had pushed up from the soil and wrapped themselves around him, anchoring him to the earth as the leaves flared and danced around him. He tugged against the restraints bellowing in pain and fear. His own screams woke him and he sat up. His top sheet was wrapped tightly around his legs and his bed was soaked with sweat. He ran a hand through his sopping wet hair and took a shaky breath.
"Just a dream," he whispered. The nightmare still held too much power over him to risk a voice any louder. He ran a hand over his chest to reassure himself that he was still whole. He winced as his movements caused him pain. He looked down. A burn in the shape of a maple leaf decorated his stomach. He winced as he stood. The pain was real. He went into the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror. It looked real. He touched it lightly and let out a hiss of pain at the contact. It felt real. His hands fumbled for the ointment in the medicine cabinet and with a shaky hand he applied the ointment to the maple leaf burn. He smeared the white paste in a thicker layer than was called for, not stopping until the cream hid its shape from sight. He washed his hands and drank a glass of water to calm his nerves. Jonathan caught sight of his face in the mirror. His eyes were wide and his face was pasty. He looked like a spooked child. He frowned at himself, not liking this image.
"Just a dream," he said in harsh tones. He turned from the mirror, careful to avoid looking at his stomach. "Forget it," he said leaving the bathroom and returning to his bed. He pushed the sheet away and pulled the comforter up to his chin. "Chilly," he muttered to himself. Out of the corner of his eye he saw light spilling out of the hall. He had left the bathroom light on.
"Need to turn that off," he said. He didn't get up. He burrowed under the covers.
"Too comfortable," he muttered, justifying the waste of electricity. His eyes focused on the light as he curled into a ball beneath the covers. It was a long time before sleep reclaimed him.
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| Nightmares part I |
| 07.19.04 (2:20 pm) [edit] |
The only light in the small room came from the faintly glowing coals in the large copper bowl affixed to a low tripod in the center of the room. This light served only to define the rounded lip of the bowl, making the rooms darkness seem thick and almost solid. A hand slid from the black and hovered over the center of the red glow. A low voice rumbled low in the darkness and the hand opened, dropping a mixture of herbs on to the coals. The dried plants struck the heat and ignited in small bursts of flame, sending a strong, earthy aroma into the air.
The flares of light briefly illuminated the owner of the hand, a small woman in her mid-thirties sitting cross-legged in front of the brazier, her straight black hair falling free to her waist. The dancing shadows twisted over her skin and transformed her into a monstrous grotesque.
The room returned to black as the last of the herbs burned away. Slowly the woman reached into the earthenware bowl by her right side. As she took a handful she began a low, rhythmic chant. Once again her hand slithered out and opened. This time however, flower petals fell from her grasp. Their sweet, cloying perfume mixed with the already thickly spiced air, making every breath feel weighted.
She finished the chant and sat silently watching the petals burn. They were not as dry as the herbs had been and took longer to both ignite and turn to ash. An unpleasant little smile crept to her face in the twisting light as she thought of the effects her work this night would have. Soon a soul would be hers to do with as she pleased. She had searched long for just the right one to choose, a young man in his twenties, strong of body and confident of spirit. He would provide entertainment for quite some time before he broke. In the back of her mind a distant voice whispered a warning.
"All deeds return threefold..."
She knew that voice and pushed it away with a practiced ease. It was the voice of her old teacher and had once held the power of life and death in its intonations. That voice had no power now. The teacher was dead, silenced for no less than ten years while the former pupil thrived.
She glanced at her hands where they lay folded in her lap, remembering the feel of her teachers neck as it had snapped. She sighed. Not a sophisticated way to kill but she had yet to learn the more subtle ways and the teacher's death had been a necessity. She could almost see the look of horror from the older woman's face leering at her through the smoke.
After the initial shock of learning her pupil's practice of the forbidden arts the look of horror changed into stern disapproval and the immediate threat of reporting the transgression to the council. The report had never been made. She shook her head slowly side to side feeling her long hair sway against her naked flesh. In her own fashion she had liked the woman and even respected her. If the older woman had seen fit to use a little leniency, chances are she would probably have lived.
The last of the petals ceased to flame. She snapped her focus to the present and waited as the glow faded from even the edges of the blackened petal. In her mind's eye she held a picture of the boy, one that included every minor detail from the flecks of gold in the depths of his green eyes to the slight bounce in his step as he walked. Her fingers moved to trace an intricate pattern in the smoky air and her voice began the final incantation.
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| PARISIAN NIGHTLIFE... |
| 07.19.04 (1:32 pm) [edit] |
Paris is a haven for those wanting to check out the permanent resting place of the ordinary Parisian but more commonly the rich and famous. Far from being macabre it's cemeteries are filled with tourists, often rivaling some of Paris' more traditional attractions. The 'residents' range in their popularity and notoriety (with some being more famous after death) to the vast number of ordinary Parisians who lie side by side in some of the most spectacular burial grounds of Europe. Famous authors, painters, sculptors, comedians, politicians, actors and actresses, inventors, philosophers, astronomers...... the list goes on. Oh, and a dead rock star.
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| ICE QUEEN |
| 07.19.04 (1:04 pm) [edit] |
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The Queen of Ice Elves is both a confidant and a victim of the gifts from betrayal. Having much of her kingdom ravished by the armies of Lorsah and desperate for power, she unleashed a weapon kept secret from all but a faction of six, for all the cycles of the moons. The wearer of this curse drenched suit is rendered capable of moving throughout time and space at will for as long as one can hold their breath. The infliction comes from the addictive nature of pleasure and power, for the longer one holds their breath, the more powerful their abilities become, until at its wickedest potency, the magic listens only to the heart and not the mind
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| A SPLIT SECOND OF DEATH |
| 07.17.04 (11:28 am) [edit] |
every few seconds my heart slows down
so dangerously close to death
my eyes shut for just a second
as my breath escapes my body
in just that half a second
i know death...
and it scares me
oh how i hate to sneeze
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| DEAD SKIN MASK... |
| 07.17.04 (8:12 am) [edit] |
i felt the air rise up in me
now darkness is all that i see
rancid smells of dust and decay
oh how i wished i could pass this time away
and not have to kneel down and pray
all my feelings of lust and joy
have sadly melted away
all that is left is this empty shell
sitting here mocking me in my own little hell
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| SLEEP... |
| 07.16.04 (4:40 pm) [edit] |
faces that appear wicked and smeared
voices that make my ears ring and skin crawl
my face starting to burn as i feel the blood rushing
my hands all trembling as my mood worsens
my muscles stiffing
oh how i want sleep, i pray for sleep
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| NOREMAC |
| 07.15.04 (9:32 pm) [edit] |
cry of a lone wolf
rush of the north wind
flash of lightening
rumble of a a waterfall
these are what i think of when i say the name
NOREMAC...
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| CREATURE OF SADDENING BEAUTY |
| 07.15.04 (7:34 pm) [edit] |
she is a creature of beauty
with her firey red hair
her soul seeking eyes
and her breath taking looks
but she shall always roam the earth alone
she floats in a fog of green mist
the mists of envy
forever eating at her
causeing her to never know the joys of love
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| FINALE THOUGHTS OF YOU |
| 07.15.04 (7:01 pm) [edit] |
the ash falls like snow
the flames lap at my flesh like the wind
the pain burns as badly as the pain in my heart
i have lost you
there fore i will be no more
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| WHY |
| 07.15.04 (6:10 pm) [edit] |
why do you haunt me
why do i frown untill i hear from you
are your words interwined with my soul
are you what my life has been lacking
will it be the same if we were to share the
night, the hour, the day, the rest of our lives
why do you haunt my every thought
why have you bewitched me
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| THERE IS A MAN |
| 07.15.04 (5:36 pm) [edit] |
there is a man
this man has rich dark hair
dark peircing eyes
full lips
strong manly hands
this man that i want
has an old soul
has meaningful words that reach your very core
this man that i want is beautiful
on the outside as well as the inside
i want him
i want his lust
i want his anger
i want his fears
i want his love
this man that i want that i can never have
he who comes in my dreams
he who taunts my every waking hour
he who i can never forget
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| DREAMS |
| 07.15.04 (5:14 pm) [edit] |
ever since we first spoke
i dream of you always
i want to know your mind
i want to know your soul
i want to feel loved by you
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| SHADOW WALKER |
| 07.15.04 (5:08 pm) [edit] |
how i dream of your touch..
your sighs..
the feel of your breath on my neck..
the gleam of your teeth..
the tingle of pain as you sink into my flesh..
oh how i dream of you my shadow walker..
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Shadow Land
