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Post by Time_Spinner on Dec 31, 2006 18:39:16 GMT -5
Please don't tell me anything that you know I'd like to hear.
Don't do anything for me if you do it out of pity or guilt.
You are not hurting me but I am hurting you.
By making you feel and think of something that I had started in the first place.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Jan 17, 2007 22:13:31 GMT -5
Justify your anger ravage your ultimate hate defy my undying want without its bloody taste.
Burn within the whispers stake between the lands feather and fire, burnin' d'sire go together hand in hand.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Apr 8, 2007 15:38:57 GMT -5
Little ignite demons dancing in their flames twirling, swirling this stanza is lame.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Apr 18, 2007 20:49:12 GMT -5
And in another birthright I deserve to live I strive, I hunger I've escaped this damn bitch
And I know I won't bleed and I will escape Oblivion flying out from a salted sea and soaring towards Orion.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Apr 21, 2007 23:16:22 GMT -5
This time, I don't have any fragments to write. I just have thoughts.
I don't know if there is actually anywhere to post these sorts of things, but at the moment I can't say I care. I just needed to write it. I don't really have control of my life anymore, however emo it sounds. It's true; a puppet can't hold it's own strings or else it will never move. My whole life seems at a standstill, and there's no play button to move forward, like I'm stuck.
I guess that's just it; I'm stuck.
I don't really want to move again really; it's too much work. I shouldn't complain though, plenty of people have told me if I had a problem I should get up and do something about it instead of bitching about it. That's pretty much the truth.
I don't know. Living feels like a chore. Not that I'm wanting to step in front of the nearest bus (Suicide is cowardice.), but I don't really want to put much effort into it anymore. Like everything is so f*cked up, but no one really feels like doing anything about it. I kind of detested that kind of attitude. Now it just seems like I should conform. How sad is that?
Really weird. I'm becoming exactly what I hated long ago (only recently have I been accepting the fact that not everyone is going to accept my opinions) and I don't really care. Wow, I ramble a lot.
I cut myself with a chipped glass bowl today, but I didn't even notice it until my sister pointed it out. I freaked out majorly; not because I was bleeding, but because I didn't feel the pain.
I need that reassurance; I need to feel pain. Pain is proof enough that you are alive, and I can't think without that in mind. I'm not a masochist; I don't particularly like pain, but sometimes I feel like I need to press my nails into my wrist just to make sure I'm still alive. I'm paranoid like that.
But then again, knowing that I'm alive makes me feel happy. Pain with pleasure; an equilibrium that I've come to like. Like I can laugh out loud with a bleeding stump of an arm and yell, "LOOK!!! I'M ALIVE!!! ALIVE!!!" Smiling. And I'm not moving forward at all. Everything that once gave my life meaning means nothing anymore. I can't feel anything anymore.
I can't sleep without my vision going black, I can't eat unless someone tells me to, and my drawings feel empty and lifeless, like those deranged little porcelain dolls you see in antique shops. Maybe that's it.
I've turned into one of those creepy little dolls.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Apr 22, 2007 14:05:34 GMT -5
My entirety of what I am is based on a reflection on how people perceive me. What am I to do with myself if I'm just a mirror image of someone else's opinion?
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Post by Time_Spinner on Jun 7, 2007 21:09:31 GMT -5
Cordial.
I've found my niche between wonders and horrors I've come to sate
And labyrinthine sorrows? Escape this endless maze?
No.
And eternalette vanishes.
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Post by jyrascarn on Jun 10, 2007 3:37:19 GMT -5
An eternalette vanishes.
She does indeed.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Jul 3, 2007 19:39:06 GMT -5
Flitting fingers across pale flesh a tender touch so, like wafting feathers dancing, prancing; lustful embrace chewed lip, blood slip.
A First Time?
Nervously, and little sounds no more tickles, just aches.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Jul 5, 2007 12:02:45 GMT -5
Retaliation
A void without reason Just pure instinct, with trust.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Jul 26, 2007 15:18:34 GMT -5
Sweet remembrance of a tender age while wandering the halls of blanketed fright and Dawn approaches, I no longer sigh I am torn and chained, until virtuous Night.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Jul 28, 2007 15:03:53 GMT -5
Resting against ice porcelain, in a rush of sweltering heat slight moans across ripples of sweets while blood is swirling down the drain and acid falling in candy rain.
while maggots tear through salty flesh bile drowns her eyes and every orfice her tongue peaking out from a frozen grin her man blinks now and rushes right in.
One heart, two hearts, it's all the same a pretty corpse can always play this game whilst alive many a man were her slaves rosebud cheeks, lively and naiive.
her boy cries out, no wonder what for he shakily stands up and towards the door his zombie bride, his necrophilia whore he turns around, "What the Hell?" and f*cks her some more.
a/n: i had no idea where to put this. *grins*
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Post by Time_Spinner on Aug 7, 2007 12:37:36 GMT -5
Tiny icedrops pierce through your skin your eyes are frozen, all-seeing yet blind You only whisper, you say I'll fall If I fly towards the Earth from Heaven I shall take you with me.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Oct 22, 2007 19:32:55 GMT -5
Revulse, a disgust of frightened tears streamed though bloodless thick temptation strangle, whilst glisten free a haunting tune swirling so saccharine.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Nov 1, 2007 19:39:44 GMT -5
Why can't you even see? Everytime I let you go Dreaming away a lifetime away...
I let you know I can't let you go growing, wasting around and around again.
Shadow caress again acrid lips tear away I can't be this way i can't worship this bed we have lain.
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