1/28/2006 - THE CUTTER'S SALVATION

sick of living ...
unwilling to die ...
cut.
clean.
if red is clean.
spurting.
dripping.
spilling.
all over her
new shirt.
oh well,
it was red anyway.
thougts draining
into an uncertian
path.
she won't
die ...
that's not what
she wants.
she'll be released,
through blood,
and metal,
until the next time
she needs
to feel ...
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12/29/2005 - BLOODY TEARS
The moon sets its blade upon my head Lighting the depths of my empty soul I am not alive, neither am I dead
Inside my mind's castle hollow bells toll But when the wind blows its howling horn Among the void you will be reborn

And when I feel your life in my veins, The shattered sun will shed its bloody tear Entangled by the endless beginning's chains I'll silently whisper into your ear That as I was once lifeless and torn Within you in darkness I will be reborn
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12/28/2005 - A GOOD NIGHT POEM BY RILKEE
i'd like to sing someone to sleep,
by someone sit, and be still.
i'd like to rock you and murmur a song,
be with you on the fringes of sleep.
be the one and only awake in the house,
who would know that the night is cold.
i'd like to listen both inside and out,
into you, and the world, and the woods.

the clocks call out with their toiling bells,
and you can see to the bottom of time.
down in the street a stranger goes by,
and bothers a passing dog.
behind come silence, i've laid my eyes
on you like an open hand.
and they hold you lightly and let you go,
when something moves in the dark.
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12/27/2005 - NO ONE SEES ME

Sometimes when I cry ... No one sees my tears.
Sometimes when I'm in pain ... No one sees I'm hurt.
Sometimes when I'm worried ... No one sees my stress.
Sometimes when I'm happy ... No one sees my smile.
But Always, when I screw up ... Everyone sees a Loser, Instead of ME.
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12/27/2005 - SEEKING

night after night on my bed,
i have sought my true love.
i have sought him,
but not found him.
i have called him,
but he has not answered.
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12/26/2005 - JUDGE ME
 why can't you judge me for my love,
and not the mistakes i've made?
i swear by who i am,
and not by yesterday.
in between the black and white,
i disappear.
i'm done dying for my past
. . . for the last time.
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12/24/2005 - LABELED
LABELED
~ MARIAH ~ ~ MOTHER ~ ~ DAUGHTER ~ ~ WIFE ~ ~ SISTER ~ ~ FRIEND ~ ~ IRISH ~ ~ CHEROKEE ~ ~ CREATIVE ~ ~ COLORFUL ~ ~ UNEPMPLOYED ~ ~ ROOM MOTHER ~ ~ TEACHER ~ ~ GENIUS ~ ~ RED HEAD ~
~ PET OWNER ~ ~ GENIUS ~ ~ DITSY ~ ~ GOOFY ~ ~ HILARIOUS ~ ~ COMIC ~ ~ GODDESS ~ ~ DREAMER ~ ~ BI-POLAR ~ ~ BORDERLINE ~ ~ POST-TRAUMATIC ~ ~ NUTS ~ ~ CRAZY ~
~ PSYCHO BABY ~ ~ LOCA WEDA ~ ~ LOONEY ~ ~ MAD ~ ~ OFF ~ ~ CHECKED OUT ~ ~ MENTALLY ILL ~ ~ INSANE ~ ~ CRACKERS ~ ~ BANANAS ~ ~ SHELL SHOCKED ~ ~ AROUND THE BEND ~ ~ UNLOVED ~
~ ADDICT ~
~ MANIAC ~
~ PSYCHOTIC ~
~ NEUROTIC ~
~ LIFER ~
~ INSTITUTIONALIZED ~
~ DRUNK ~
~ JUNKIE ~
~ SCARY ~
~ MISUNDERSTOOD ~
~ LONELY ~
~ ENRAGED ~
~ MEAN ~
~ BITCH ~ ~ SHREW ~
~ LAZY ~
~ SHAMEFUL ~
~ ANGRY ~
~ IMMATURE ~
~ FAT ~
~ UGLY ~
~ SHORT ~
~ UNDESIRABLE ~
~ ABUSED ~
~ MOLESTED ~
~ WARPED ~
~ BEATEN DOWN ~
~ CUTTER ~
~ POWERLESS ~
~ LOST ~
~ HEART BROKEN ~
~ WOUNDED ~
~ FALLEN ~
~ VICTIM ~
~ ... ... ~
~ SURVIVOR ~
~ ... ... ~
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12/24/2005 - GONE 4EVER

closing the door, he paused to stand, taking the ring from her hand. although watching, he could not speak, as a single tear rolled down his cheek.
memories of their fun life, young beneath the summer sun. all he knew was that she was free, he was hurt - she could not see. her deep blue eyes had grown so cold, and he no longer had her hand to hold.
he was so close. she was so dear. he whispers "i love you" in her ear. he said his good-byes, then left a kiss to the girl whom he would always miss. the door was closed. his head hung low. as they carried her casket through the snow.
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12/23/2005 - FIGHTER
She's a fighter.
Too scared to let anyone in.
Too afraid of what they'll find.
She keeps fighting.
But she's reached That Point.
 The Point where
Pain of the Past meets
Fear of the Future.
That's where most Fighters
Give Up ...
Too tired to fight anymore.
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12/23/2005 - just this hour

i got up this morning and got down on my knees,
and asked my higher power, "would you help me please?"
you see, i have this addiction ,and it won't go away.
will you help me higher power, not to use just for today?
yes, i know to stay clean and sober i must go to any length,
but when i start to think, it seems i loose my strength.
so i'm calling on you now higher power, please help me, if you can hear.
please take away this urge i have to drink more everclear.
i did all 12 steps, in just one day, so with them i would be done.
but still each day with my obsession, also comes the sun.
"keep coming back", and "easy does it", i hear at meetings,
but my guilt and my resentments keep giving me these beatings.
lately my life is especially unmanageable, and i'm not sure how to cope.
one thing i know is that i can't fix anything by smoking up more dope.
now i've saved up all of my problems, and i've piled them into a mass.
then i call my smart ass sponser and she said, "this too shall pass."
so here i am, on my knees again, begging "please help me higher power,"
and if i find TODAY too long, please help me just this HOUR!!
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12/21/2005 - BEAUTIFUL INSIDE

she's got a loving heart, she's also very kind, she's got a great personality, she shouldn't have to hide.
she likes to sing with the radio, and make people laugh. she has many hopes and dreams, trying to choose the right path.
she wants to be happy, but wishes she could fly, away from all her problems, high up in the sky.
what's outside shouldn't matter, it should be known the world wide. that no matter what she looks like, she's beautiful inside.
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12/21/2005 - Just for today

just for today my thoughts will be on my recovery, living and enjoying life without the use of drugs.
just for today i will have faith in someone in recovery who believes in me and wants to help me in my recovery.
just for today i wil have a program. i will try to follow it to the best of my ability.
just for today, through my program, i will try to get a better perspective on my life.
just for today i will be unafraid ... my thoughts will be on my new associations, people who are not using and who have found a new way of life.
so long as i follow that way, i have nothing to fear.
and if i find today too long, please help me just this hour.
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12/20/2005 - 2 lovers
Two lovers were set apart by the Gods envy. They trapped the boy for eternity in the misty forest. Lead by delusional hope, the girl begged the Gods to let her into the forest to find her beloved. For the girl's sadness and desperair were so overwhelming, the Royal Spirits agreed. Without sleep or rest she searched for him throughout day and night. As the months passed by, out of loneliness and obsession, the girl began to lose her mind. She began speaking with trees and flowers, hearing her lover's voice in the nightingale's song, and seeing his shape in blades of grass. Her once great love turned into hatred, as in her madness, she blamed her love for the misery she was going through. She therefore began hunting him, seeking revenge for her disastrous fate.
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 ************************************************************************ I'm searching for you - where are you my dear? Is it your warmth I felt in the wind's morning breath? And if this torchered thunder was your cry of fear, Was it me you were calling, in the face of death?
I'm waiting for you - where are you my dear? I loved you so badly, and you tore me apart! But did you see my bitter tears, when with starlit madness you shattered my heart?
I cannot find you - where are you my dear? You whipped me with sin and shattered my life! But my soul's sanity will find you here, and my rusted cry will burn in your ears a howling lullaby.
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12/19/2005 - KING HERION

king herion is my shepard, i shall always want.
he maketh me lie down in the gutters.
he leadeth me beside the troubled waters.
he destroys my soul.
he leads me in the paths of wickedness.
yea, i shall walk in the valley of poverty.
and i will fear all evil; for thou herion art with me.
thy rod and thy spoon comfort me.
thou strips the table of groceries in the presence of my family.
thou robbeth my head of reason.
my cup of sorrow runneth over.
surely my addiction shall stalk me all the days of my life,
and i will dwell in the House Of The Damned ... Forever!!
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12/19/2005 - I'M AFRAID
"come to the edge," they said.
"no. i'm afraid." i cried
"come to the edge."
"no . . . i'm afraid. i'll fall."
"come to the edge," they said again.

and i came.
and they pushed me.
and i flew.
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12/18/2005 - One Art by Bishop
the art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
lose something everyday. accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
the art of losing isn't hard to master.
then practice losing farther. losing faster.
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. none of these will bring disaster.
i lost my mother's watch. and look! my last,
or next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
the art of losing isn't hard to master.
i lost two cities, lovely ones. and, vaster,
some realms i owned, two rivers, and a continent.
i miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
even losing you - the joking voice,
a gesture i love - i shan't have lied,
it's evident the art of losing's not
too hard to master though it may
look like disaster.

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12/17/2005 - ALCOHOL SPEAKING
so once again you want to come and dance with me?
well, let me remind you of how it will be,
for i will seduce you and make you my slave.
i've put people much stronger than you in early graves.
you'll promise yourself that you'll leave me alone,
but i'll make you ache, clear down to your bones.
that jangling nerves, the depression, unable to think,
your body screaming for just one more drink.

you'll desperately run to your source and then,
you'll welcome me back into your arms once again,
and when you're returned, just as i've foretold,
you will give me your mind, body and soul.
you'll give up your conscience, your morals, your heart,
and you will be mine ... until death do us part!!!
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