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Wednesday, November 21st, 2007
2:31 pm	I am human. I make mistakes. We all make mistakes. Every last one of us. For the simple fact that we are human, we are flawed. We can learn. We can take our experiences and build upon them. We can better ourselves. I can better myself. Some choose not to. Some choose to close their eyes to their e'rs, deny their faults, and cast away the reality that they too, are human. I will not be one of those people. I will face my faults, my downfalls, my negative aspects, my past's shadows, the darkness within - and I will shine a light upon it all and recognize the cold reality. I will stare into my reflection and acknowledge what is within. I grow. With each hardship I grow into myself. I become a better me. No longer shall I step back, but only forward, I will not stumble, for I will step assuredly, I will not lag behind, for I will walk tall. I will grow. I will become a better me. X-POSTED TO angel_akki Current Mood: empowered
think of me
Sunday, November 4th, 2007
5:08 pm	blood and glitter I blow away the ashes of my past and resurrect from the flames of passion Current Mood: predatory
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Thursday, October 11th, 2007
2:19 am	In beauty we lose : In death renewed the last leaf breaks free tumbling towards earth below signal of the end cleansing white covers rotting hidden underneath new start to old end Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: calm serenity of the earth moving
1 thought | think of me
Saturday, October 6th, 2007
11:05 pm	The irony of life Love only ever ends in tragedy. No matter how you look at it. Current Mood: blah Current Music: harpsichord
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Friday, September 21st, 2007
12:38 pm	lost beauty in overcoming boundaries =|*|= تتخلص فن الانسانيه ببساطة تكشف في جمال الطبيعة =|= Current Mood: creative Current Music: the sound of memory
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11:47 am	The Apathy of Destiny flittering about butterflies loftily catch breeze floating in and out of each other's lives. at times, a fancy is caught and two will prance a jig most worthy of king's court. alighting, upon gossamer wings a tizzy to and fro. a moment's serendipity, then a gust, and a blow; away they tumble...lost to one another ever more. left to flutter on, eternity of doomed destiny, ne'er to dally long with another. and I see that you understand the way it has to be ========================= stoic, self preserving, self consuming pushing it all away longing for that hand that is fought to keep away yearning, burning, to overcome these walls to step through the gate to the ruined town within mask upon mask yet another with great bound'ries to keep intruders far at bay blood flag raises in morning sun to set townsmen fleeing better to live yet another bleak day than to slowly die in pain or is it to die of bleak existance on tattered wings we futilely try to fly each a butterfly in our own markings unique, symbolic of our strife defiant of fate served coldly afore us take to skies, ever struggling to what end? =================== seeking the answer within blasphemous treacheries plotted against id unearthed behind the lobe of empathy on baited breath we wait till the clock runs out the stage lights dim acceptance or rebellion the last bow no one to clap void of witness encore unnecessary life, the greatest performance ==================== ساخِر، تَهَكُّمـي Current Mood: cynical Current Music: particals rotating midst gravitational opposites upon vibrato
3 thoughts | think of me
Wednesday, September 19th, 2007
6:20 am	tangerine dreams on an open lot how do I seperate you from the greatest lie Current Mood: awake Current Music: yawny bedtime murmurings
6 thoughts | think of me
Saturday, September 15th, 2007
2:03 am	the cell of our soul and in the end you're alone you've chased the geese away shouted at the heavens cursed the hells below you've locked your family in the past and seized this very day this stasis. this waiting for the other shoe to drop, anxiety abounds. stressing over the unknown, the feared. Fear. Fear is the only limiter on life. Without fear we are free to live in an enjoyable sense. Destroy fear and you destroy the invisible hand that holds us back. You are free to sever the chains of fate that bind you. Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: ...no
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Thursday, September 13th, 2007
9:13 pm	slave drive the mule to the edge of the cliff to see if it will jump the hollows, windy through the tunnels that are carved through the heart. a shattering avalanche of innocence comes tumbling to the fore. graffiti tagged upon harsh surfaces, toxins seeping deep within. a poison, a pox, a sickness pervading. winding it's way, slither to the core, planting its seed in the epicenter of life. ._. Current Mood: reflective Current Music: thumpthump thumpthump thumpbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-
3 thoughts | think of me
Tuesday, September 11th, 2007
5:58 am	backdating an array of turmoil -=| this is old |=- Little cherry gashes they're nothing like rashes she wears a pretty petticoat of pink against her white skin is lovely don't you think over and over her paint brush strikes down ripping through the lace of her pretty new gown fodder for her new painting is sought plague of her mind is the battle fought down the rose pettles flew larger the red puddle grew till the last little gasp and agonizing rasp Current Mood: mellow Current Music: the steady thump of my bloodstream
3 thoughts | think of me
Sunday, September 2nd, 2007
1:38 am	a study in two acts what is, could be and should have been such utter differences in totality to leave the mind to twitter on its own is to sentence ones emotions to complacency /emosophy (emo philosophy) =3 Current Mood: sore Current Music: continued aquatic battles on the seafront
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Tuesday, August 28th, 2007
4:22 pm	from pain we burst forth to the sunny rays of our social confinement Hello, good day to the soul I used to display. The times have changed, they never stop parting the clouds of Truth for all to see Our coccoon is eternal, ever wrapping us tightly The layers we burst through, only to find one anew Is it for the better or the worst? eternal inner monologue whispering the narration of my life I scream arrogantly at the gods nonexistant in reality to what end, forget the tree falling alone in the woods the woods are only a figment to our fevered minds Current Mood: crushed Current Music: the chatterings of youth
2 thoughts | think of me
Thursday, May 25th, 2006
11:56 pm	Strangeness Past ghosts come haunting in new and inventive ways. How odd I bequeeth this emotion. Terribly confused at the future prospects. Current Mood: confused
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Thursday, May 4th, 2006
12:06 am	Dissolute emotions, obsolete Cast off the outer shell and shed the flesh to take a step forward. Yet the rotting within shall spoil that without in time and time again. No amount of shed past shall ever tear away the scars. Permanent scrap book worn upon our sleeves. The aspect of humanity is the key to psychological zen. Current Mood: awake Current Music: Bjorkified murmerings from the night spooks
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Thursday, April 27th, 2006
9:24 pm	Re-Opened Under Different Management Greetings listeners, this evening we're bringing you a different tune. Beware the dark out there for the ladies of hell have come to nell bad tidings. Prepare your eardrums for an eventual assault which they have never before experienced. Ta ta with Blood and Kisses. ~*Scarred Lolita*~ Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: the sounds prancing about my cranium
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Saturday, November 12th, 2005
5:27 am	Heart owie
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Friday, September 30th, 2005
10:01 pm	Sautee my heart on an open flame 12 gongs ring low in the mind Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me; his carriage held but just ourselves and immortality. Round and round the sun we go, The moon goes round the earth. We do not die of death, We die of vertigo. Life sometimes is too busy for us to stop and look around at the things that we're passing by. Though by the time we lurch to a stop we're too dizzy to enjoy our surroundings. You won't see this. Nor will you care. The things I do aren't enough, aren't good enough. The things you do are all in good, all for the good. Nothing that is said will be enough to bring the light to your world and illuminate the Truth. For the darkness reigns and always will cloud your thoughts and perceptions. It's sad and I'll mourn for you always. Rest in Piece - a person that could have been so lovely to speak with hath lain forever still. The monstrosity that overtakes the being now will always have wrest control. Current Mood: disappointed
4 thoughts | think of me
Saturday, September 24th, 2005
11:31 am	Battle on Two Fronts Selfishness - it's the newest fad in all the people around. ooh ahh, look how it sparkles upon your skin. radiant darling, just fabulous. It goes quite well with that "I don't give a fuck about anyone but myself look". Just marvelous Current Mood: bitter, like an aftertaste
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Saturday, September 10th, 2005
9:06 am	scrumptious spelunking Ah well, a new dawn, a new horizon. What yet, does this day hold, a secret lazing about the trees? A surprise yonder down the path? What then of this bright awakening?
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Friday, September 9th, 2005
7:08 am	Dues to the gods payed n full : bamboo chopsticks with periwinkle pattay with great happiness and brightness comes the other side of lady luck's coin. One day a being can be floating on cloud nine, a certain cloud nine that hasn't been experienced in some time to come crashing back to earth in a stifling rush. -Bother. Yuck, to only just be done with this annoyance. Do these creatures not realize that each life in its own only matters to its master? This is the lesson life has taught time and again in such bright seppia tones, evening after eve. though a puddle of mud shall only hinder so long as the sun's rays do not blossom and shed it of its dampening damnation. Thereafter remaining a mound of dirt. Which later can be home to many. On the marrow the sun shall rise again and this puddle shall be water logged no more. I look forward to 9. The clouds are lavishly comfortable. Even if it's just a painting to stare oft at, the texture is still lovely in its own. Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: the wind as the earth rushes in
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