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Name: myth
Gender: Female
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Occupation: author
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Member Since:
11/5/2006
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| To my best friend Caitlin. Love you. Caitlin, you're my true friend,
feelings never spared,
like you always care,
never worrying about lies,
and verity pierces your beautiful eyes.
When I talk to you,
I feel awesome and loved,
no bitterness but my heart moved,
and your unique personality saves me,
makes me a disillusioned,
and our friendship is forever, blessed be. By yours,
Memory Girl | | |
| To sooth or to lie. That is the question. | I know there's something wrong when someone misses me...
because i'm an open book in a closed world
and i'm never read and never said.
My heart and soul torn away
like pages on a dusty, windy day.
maybe i'm meant to fly somewhere else,
somewhere far, to have a place for an ash like me.
The guy up there ^ who's really down
lit the match and i tried to run
and get away from the burning sun
when all i could do was scream then go numb.
Ignore them I realized.
Be free of them I told myself, scolded myself,
for being so smart, so smart that i have to act dumb
and succumb to religion and bullshit.
My head is exploding,
the cold rushing through my veins
and it wont stop, but no I wont drop,
I cant forget what I wanted to be and still want to be
no not so easily can I make that cutoff.
Your cold, busted fingers stabbed at me
and it never ended,
im living forever but im dead, fighting to fight back
because you stole my fucking soul
and your toll to pay will cut you no slack!
FUCKING PEACE BY STARTING WAR?
WHAT ELSE IN STORE?
I'm leaving your fucking lies,
I'm killing that demise,
and going back to my own life.
NO more fucking fake friends
making fake ammends
for a world that doesnt exist
and will never end in its retarded ways.
Where are you dreamer,
you're my true love, the deep inner feelings in this cruel shitty world.
The people matter.
Forget Oil and Money.
WE MATTER.
YOU LET US DIE AND YET YOU LIVE.
And for that we will forgive
but you never apologized!!!
You are FULL OF LIES.
WE are alive.
x3Di
--Memory Girl-- |
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| Jacked of my only senses left...
I'm left unsatisfied...
Feeling left out...
Persistent to...
Loneliness...
I'm alone again...
Come prove me wrong...
Anyone want a hug from me...?
I am just wanting to move out so bad.
I met my new best Wiccan friend, Carley on Friday.
I want to leave this town.
It's always I, I, I, and never we, we, we.
I need somebody to make a we.
So, I'm studying "Wicca" for the very first time. Other times, many years ago, I just thought it was magic and beautiful nature. I am finding out I am mostly right but there is more to it. Could it be simple and something I can go by? I'm beginning to lose the last of my faith in this world. I want something to believe in...something more than my dreams cause my dreams are not enough for me. I cannot survive in this world without certainty but I also cannot survive without mystery.
Wow!! I absolutely love reading. I need more books however. My father and mother never buy me anymore books now. The last book I got was last year for my birthday and christmas. They were gifts from my best friend, Megan. I began drawing today...always gray, no other color. The pencil is marking my life. Drab, plain, boring, and practically nothing. Then I realized I must insert the color myself...the soul is kept quiet if the body is quiet...Let me rephrase that. Err, maybe not.
"There's a sad sort of clanging in the clock in the hall and the bells in the steeple too. And up in the nursery and absurd little bird is popping out to say cuckoo, cuckoo. Regretfully they tell us, but firmly they compel us to say goodbye, to you." I am so bored that I am writing (not copying and pasting) the song from my favorite childhood movie, The Sound of Music. Now my favorite movies are Kingdom of Heaven, Blood and Chocolate, Constantine, and Troy (even though the ending is sad I am a sucker for history).
"I paint my nails black.
I scratch and attack.
The black seeps into skin.
Paralyzed.
Red blood exchanging places.
The black travels until its reached its sister.
Of course there are tears shed.
The darkness has led to pain.
The black has found its victim.
A girl lies there, soaked in blood.
Endlessy bleeding until the last drop.
Black is her last breath.
It was heart.
Stained.
But not before the pain.
I need not tremble any longer.
I woke from my dream.
My nail polish astrewn on the floor.
I had gotten through the night."
Well, it is almost four o'clock in the morning so I have to say Tata. My headache pounding, my teeth gritty, and my stomach growling I bid the computer my farewell. I sink into a bottomless pit of slumber as I dream...I cannot wake until reality is knocking at my door. When I am ready to live. When life is ready for me. Death has waited for me forever and he shall wait until I ring his doorbell. I grasped my neck, inhaled and exhaled. I feel my eyes beginning to droop as my world becomes blurry. The flashes in my sight as I blink feel like a camera flash on a bright sunny day. I take out my hair and stretch my arms. Yawning I listen to a mindblow.
Ready to brush my teeth.
Time to listen to need.
Sweet dreams, Pretty.
The Marvelous Wicca Sweetie, Memory Girl wants to wait until tomorrow to begin her writing once again. Her hands and lips are not yet tired as she kisses the world to sleep.
"It was the sorrow that fills, lust that thrills, thirst giving me chills, despair that kills, and president bush who sent me bills. " -Dimiche Willow Crow, author
"Lust, anger, sorrow, thirst, and despair. That love is gone with my fangs to bare. Thrills keeping me high and chills running away dry." -Dimiche Willow Crow, author
Okay one last quote::
"Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle." -James Russell Lowell | | |
| Nothing hurts enough anymore.
This pain that's inside of me burns.
Something's knocking at my torn heart's door.
My tears and feelings are of pain and gore,
So I look at my skin that is scorned.
What has already been done
Is my falling isn't falling in love.
The blood comes from a quick stun.
My tears just constantly run.
I'm kinda wishing I was up above.
I cant leave this life though.
There's many who would miss me.
That somebody who I'm meant to be
would be wasted away because I was feeling low.
My friends agree...
it's just not my destiny. I love you, all my friends who have stood by my side from the beginning, middle, and end. Even my friends who I hated from the beginning, but learned to put aside hate and see what a wonderful person you are. I am so happy to have you all in my life, but there is this guy that just breaks my heart so much...I am not supposed to let a guy do this to me. Make me cry so much, make me do things I thought were impossible for a girl like me to do, and make me think about him so much. I want to talk to him again, set things right, and just move on with my life. Love forever,
x3x3 | | |
| Forever and Always is Supposed to be a Promise not a Question
I think I've lost myself along the way...
I think I've been invisible all along and people just pretended to know me...
I want to see who my true friends are right now...
I'm tired of being alone and blind from the truth...
Nobody tells me...
I'm not forgiven...
I'm forgotten...or not known at all...
I wish I had somebody to hold me when I cried for you...
You weren't there for me...
Why did this have to happen?
I loved you...
Im going back to the people who care...
I am leaving all that's lost behind...
Sadly...
I will always remember you...
One day we will be best friends again...
Because I'll die without you... | | |
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