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Monday, July 25th, 2005


Posted by:boltdaggers_exe.
Time:5:35 pm.
Mood: listless.
I don't want to be alone.

No in the end, I want to be surrounded by kind friends.
People who know me, for who I am.
People who've met me but for an instant.

I don't want to be alone...
but it always winds down to that.
I can't just stay here
letting it end up that way again.

I'm the one fighting.
You're the one holding up the barrier.
In the end,
we're doing this together.

Monday, September 20th, 2004


Subject:Something i Wrote recently
Posted by:epynephrin.
Time:9:14 am.
I wrote the original ideas down early last summer, hoping to later work them into something. Some of the sentiments felt too extreme for my mood now. Some are added as of yesterday.
But, love them or hate them, here they are...

Could you please vacate the premises now,
I'm tired of thinking solely of you
Even some natural disaster
half the world away leaves me worried

I wait up all night long for one email
To hear from someone I'll never have
Then I pass through stages: First a sadness
Next, I get over you, Last, I wonder
...How'd I get here?

All I am is a poet, a dreamer
and some **cheap**, poor excuse for a loser
**I can't hold my pen, nor write my thoughts out**
But every song that I have,
I offered you all so freely then

Resist the urge to chase ambulances down
Ask them to check my pulse and my breathing
"Doc, are you really sure i'm still alive?
I thought that i had clinically died"

Haven't heard my heart beat in a while
Not that i've checked. [beat] Not that I care
I wake up more from habit than of need.
I live like some robot trapped in a grid
...Is it my fault?


Every time i pull my mind from the gutter
Dust it off, clean it out, and reapply it
I have a whole new world to fight alone
My sword is broken, but my flag's still there

And every time life moves out without me
I go back to my empty apartment
sit on the floor, pick up the disconnected phone
and announce to the silence my fresh start
... are you still there?

**starred text denotes things i'm not 100% on**
but all criticism well accepted. Beats are off on a few lines, too...
And i didn't totally hate it. The tune kinda fits with "Kicking the Heart Out" by Rogue Wave, yet another free iTunes song
Please Read and Comment, thanks!!

Sunday, July 25th, 2004

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Posted by:legs1357.
Time:11:53 pm.
Little things mean so much,
Reminders of everything with you.
Chlorine, smoke, and roses.
Smell them softly,
I can feel your touch,
See your eyes.
Every word you utter,
Hangs in front of me.
So precious, so sweet.
In your eyes,
I can see the rain,
Smells sweet and melodic.
The gentle rhythm soothes me,
Like the beating of your heart.
Put me to sleep
With chlorine, smoke, and roses.



Wednesday, June 23rd, 2004

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Subject:Another Poem...
Posted by:dark_souled.
Time:12:25 pm.

She screams but there is no sound
People are looking, but she's nowhere to be found
She's in that room that no one thought to check
If only they had taken that one extra sec
She'd still be here, but now she's gone
She took her life, just after dawn
Her lifeless body just lays on the floor
Then someone had decided to open that door
He screamed in terror when he drew near
Cuz he realized his living his fear
His heart was breaking, as he started to cry
He felt as if he would die
They wondered " What in her life was she missin'?"
If only people took the time to listen

Tuesday, June 15th, 2004

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Subject:Two more poems...
Posted by:dark_souled.
Time:1:59 pm.

In a room, sitting in the dark
Her little friend is leaving its mark
On her wrists and on her hands
She is in search of new lands
Can't stay here, for theres too much pain
These thoughts are making her go insane
Her mind is racing and her skin is numb
If only she hadn't been so dumb
Just one quick stab would end it all
If only she could make that one call
Break the promise that she had made
To that boy who came to her aid
As she looks down from the sky
She sees those who made her life worse cry
And worst of all, that boy had yet to shed a tear
For she had done his one true fear
That boy is now dead on the inside
All because she commited suicide

Good Year....

Lost in a world i do not know
Never knowing which way to go
Everything in here is so new to me
But i feel as if i've been set free
Free to run rampid, free to run wild
Knowing that my likeness of you is more than just mild
Whenever i look into your eyes
I feel as if you're the only one who can hear my cries
No longer shedding those tears
From the pain suffered over the years
Without you, i wouldn't be here
But thanks to you, this is my first good year

I think its funny that I go from a sad topic to a happy one...But eh..

Sunday, June 13th, 2004

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Posted by:dark_souled.
Time:6:16 pm.
Mood: creative.
Ok well.. I'm a newbie to this community...And first of all I'd like to say that my name is Ashley and I'm 16 years old... I've been writing since like 3rd grade... A poem here and there.. Nothing that significant... So um here goes...

No Sound...

She's feels like she's falling as she looks around
Catch her before she hits the ground
She doesn't want to feel this way
But its like she can't make it through the day
Sometimes the walls seem to be moving in
She can't find the strength in her to win
No matter what she does, she comes back to the knife
All she wants, is to end her life
She cries out for help but no one hears
So she's left alone with her fears
She's a hazard to herself, and doesnt know where to go
She feels like she's at the ultimate low
The things people did, can't be forgiven
She's lost the will for livin'
Help her up, for she's falling down
She's crying, but theres no sound...

Yea.. I know its pretty crappy... I wrote in the last five minutes of study hall one day..

Monday, May 31st, 2004

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Subject:poems for the fucked.....◘
Posted by:queenofquarters.
Time:7:36 pm.
Mood: loved.

hey guys, sorry I haven't posted in a long time, but I have been SOOO busy with the last days of school. I've even neglected my regular journal. Anywho...here are to of my faves in the last two days :)


◘◘○Killing of a thought○◘◘

I have a thought
sitting quietly
in the palm of my hand
waiting patiently to be shared

I have a thought
that hums to itself
twidles it's uses
waiting to be used

I had a thought
that waited for me
but I slit it's throat
made it beg for life

I killed that thought
with visions
of how you'd react
when I shared
my thought
with you.



Happy Time

I love you/FUCK YOU
what a bore
let's see some tricks
ain't that great
the END!



Posted by:legs1357.
Time:7:48 pm.
Raindrops of Tears

Raindrops falling
Bathing the starless night
Reminders of your nakedness
Of how helpless you really are
One drop of happiness
Splatters on the slippery cement
Nothing is left
Naked without even your beating heart
Stripped from you was your love
Your compassion
Your happiness
An empty dripping soul
Is what remains
Stumble through the starless night
Remembering all your happiness
That fell away with your tears
Raindrops of tears
The cement slippery
With your happiness
Bathe in the raindrops
Bathe in the starless night
Naked without even your beating heart

Sunday, May 30th, 2004


Posted by:xechox.
Time:2:30 pm.
Go check out beyondtheskin!

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Posted by:epynephrin.
Time:12:10 am.
Ok... dunno if i wanted to post this, so yell at me if you don't like it. But i was musing the other day on what a girlfriend is, and here's what came of it...

Those who know me, know that this is a, pretty much, non-sexual thing. Also, they know that I'm writing pretty much from speculation, as i've always been single =\ but... i was thinking... Thursday night... about what a girlfriend _is_ exactly, and i basically handwrote two pages worth of it; i'll probably think of more as I go. Umm, feel free to borrow it or whatever, jus gimme credit... not that i actually think people will. So, without further ado, here it is.

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Subject:Personal Essay
Posted by:epynephrin.
Time:12:05 am.
Ok, i've never posted, so, here's a first post. It's a personal essay written sorta in response to, sorta similar to James Baldwin's "Notes of a Native Son" (from the book of the same title). It was written for a class, but i liked it.

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Thursday, May 27th, 2004


Posted by:legs1357.
Time:10:57 pm.
we somehow need to get this community back up on it's feet...it used to be really active with lots of new stuff and lots of feedback...but it seems like its kinda slowed to a trickle. come on people, post new stuff! comment on other peoples work!

Monday, May 17th, 2004


Posted by:legs1357.
Time:9:57 pm.
heres a poem that i was required to write in my english class about the great gatsby. i figured i might as well share

He stretched out his arms to the water
In a curious way
Representing everything
For which I have unaffected scorn
He believed in the green light
The orgastic future
He was clutching at some last hope
The poor son-of-a-bitch
His heart was in a constant
Turbulent riot
He was consumed with wonder
At her mere presence
He dreamed it right through
To the very end
There must have been moments
When Daisy tumbled short of his dreams
He had committed himself
To the following of a grail
Gatsby bought that house
Daisy would be just across the bay
"You look so cool"
She told him
It was one of those rare smiles
A quality of reassurance
Obscurely as it had begun
His career as Trimalchio was over
The colassal significance of the light
Now had vanished forever

Saturday, May 15th, 2004


Posted by:quarrelswithjah.
Time:11:18 pm.
I'm new. 23/male/penn is my home.

We write on the walls outside the lines
and never meet at points crossed
hardly ever looking at ourselves from across the room
we're a mirror image of each other,
and she'll ask me my name time and again
suddenly stopping to laugh or smile
her laugh sounds like a cry
and all the while, hardly looking at ourselves
she begins to paint in large circles
outside my careful lines, and clashes the rhythm
in order to keep up i must slow her down
and carry her speed
i choice the easiest path
and now i only look at myself from across the room.

Wednesday, May 12th, 2004


Subject:2 new ones as of yesterday and today.
Posted by:queenofquarters.
Time:10:17 pm.
Mood: enthralled.


the day is done
the moment comes
memories fade
love continues to grow
frozen appendages
leak through the ceilling
can't focus
can't dream
but what's new?
purple blue wood
-the cushions the fall-
me for you?
devotion not sung
but sang through my veins
I can't fall
but I can crash
into graves as deep
as you make them


Climbing under the covers
I can't hide forever
but hiding seems to be
what you do best
I question what can't be answered
I love what won't be loved.

Tuesday, May 11th, 2004

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Subject:A topic I would like to see discussed...
Posted by:scarred_by_lust.
Time:9:32 pm.
I want everyone from this community to watch what your parents don't want you to see.


After you watch the entire clip, don't shut your eyes, I want you to describe what you felt and saw. I want you to turn that hatred into love

Sunday, May 9th, 2004

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Subject:My Script!
Posted by:jodiesyourmasta.
Time:10:19 pm.
Max The Clown
Max: A little boy
Don: The pup
Mom: Max’s Mom
Dad: Max’s Dad

Scene 1
In a room covered in colors sits a boy and a dog.
Max: Well, it looks like it’s going to be a nice day today! (Pets the Dog on the head)

Max: Maybe we should go for a walk? C’mon lets go!
(Max gets up and walks out of the room and the dog follows him.)

He walks into the kitchen and sees his mom

Mom: What are you doing up already Max?

Max: The sun shining on my face woke me up, its such a beautiful day, I couldn’t stand being in bed any longer, besides I think Don would really like me to take him for a walk.

Mom: Well if you’re going to take Don for a walk you better put his leash on him this time.

Max: Don doesn’t need a leash Mom, he’s a great pup.

Mom: If you aren’t going to put him on a leash, don’t bother taking him for a walk at all.

Max: Okay fine. (Frowns)

Max walks out of the kitchen and Don follows him. He goes to the front door and grabs Don’s leash and puts it on him. They walk outside together.

Max: My! Oh is it nice out today, we should practice our act!

(Don looks up at Max)

Max: Let’s go down to the water and practice diving! No clown can dive like I can, that’s for sure.

Max and Don walk down to the water together, Max takes off Don’s leash, and Don run around happily. Max sits on the edge of the dock and dangles his feet in the water.

Max: Don, there are a lot of fish in the water. You should try to catch some… Don! Don!

Don runs out of the woods and over to Max with a big smile on his face.

Max: Don! Do you want to practice our dives now?

Don looks at Max

Max: You go first, Don!

Don wags his tail.

Max: Don! If you don’t practice our dives, how are we going to be good clowns? (Shakes his finger at Don.)

Back in the kitchen at Max and Don’s house is Max’s mom talking on the phone, to Max’s Aunt May.

Mom: You know I’m really worried about my little Max; he’s been acting very strange lately.

May: What do you mean strange?

Mom: Well, I barely see him anymore he’s always with that dog of his.

May: That’s not strange, a boy and a dog aught to spend time together, what do you think the dog is for anyway?

Mom: Oh I know, it’s just before we got Don, Max always wanted to spend time with me, and now he wants to be a clown…

May: A clown! What are you talking about?

Mom: Yes, a clown, as soon as him and Don started spending time together, its all-little Max will talk about. Clown this and Clown that, I don’t know what to do with him anymore. But I do know one thing; it’s all Don’s fault.

May: Why, you can’t blame a dog for something like that, I’m sure it’s just a phase, (hesitation) he’ll… grow out of it. Don’t worry.

Mom: I can’t help but worry; there is something strange about that dog. May, I can just feel it, and I’ll tell you this much, no son of mine is going to become a clown, I’ll put an end to it any way that I can, even if it means getting rid of Don.

May: Well, what are you going to do with Don?

Mom: Maybe… you could take him?

May: Me! I don’t want my son to turn into a clown too.

Mom hangs up the phone and starts to cry. The room goes dark.

Max and Don run all the way home, Max is laughing the entire way.

Max: Mom! Mom! Where are you I want to show you something!

Mom: What is it Max?

Max: I want to show you how good I am at diving, Don is too! Where the best divers around I’m sure of it.

Mom: I don’t want you diving any more, Max.

Max: What! Mom, I have to dive, it’s going to be a part of my act, and you know that!

Mom: A tear runs down her face. Max, I need to talk to you about this…. act of yours…. I really don’t feel as though it’s a good idea, for you t be spending so much time on it. I have a lot of work around the house for you.

Max: Well, all right Mom, Don and I will do it together.

Don: Ruff Ruff!

Mom gives Don an evil stare.

Mom: Max! Now Don isn’t going to help you. Don has to leave!

Max grabs Don and runs out of the house. Mom starts to cry.

Later into that evening Max’s dad comes home from work.

Dad: Why hello, how was your day?

Mom doesn’t say anything to Dad; she turns her head to just look away.

Dad: Where are little Maxy and that dog of his…. Don?

Mom: They’re…. Long pause there gone.

Dad: Oh, did they go down to the water, to practice diving?

Mom: Maybe, who could say?

Dad: What’s going on? Raising his voice, and becoming upset.

Mom: Well, see there was an argument…. Looks away and starts to cry.

Dad: Now stop this and tell me what is going on! Screaming and waving his arms.

Mom: Okay! Just take it easy, would you! Sit down, and I’ll tell you what happened.

Dad sits next to mom at the kitchen table

Mom: All right. Well I was talking to May earlier today, and she got me thinking.

Dad: Oh that May is nothing but trouble; didn’t I already tell you that I didn’t want you talking to that no good busy body?
Dad begins yelling again.

Mom: She’s my sister and I’ll talk to her whenever I want to! Do you want to hear what happened or not?
Begins yelling.

Dad: Yes! Tell me already!

Mom: All right so like I was saying, I was talking to May earlier today, and she got me thinking. Little Maxy was down at the water with that horrible dog of his. They were practicing for the “act.”

Dad: What act?
Quiet and concerned.

Dad: Well, I didn’t tell you about it before because I didn’t want to worry you, I thought that he would grow out of it… forget about it, but he didn’t. He wants to be a clown.

Dad: A what! No son of mine will ever be a clown!

Mom: I know I know! Take it easy.

Dad: Sorry

Mom: So this all started around the same time that his dog got here, I figured that if we got rid of him, Maxy would forget all about becoming one of those…

Dad: Good thinking, way to use your head.

Mom: Well… when I told Our Maxy about it, he lost it, he went crazy… grabbed that dog, and took off. He took off running.

Dad: Why didn’t you follow him?

Mom: I had a headache I had to sit down.

Dad: Oh I understand.

Door bell rings.

Dad: I’ll get it.
Runs to the front door.

At the front door is Don with a note tucked into his collar.

Dad: Come here It’s Don, and he’s got a note.

Mom runs to the front door.

He opens the note and reads it aloud.

Dad: Dear Mom and Dad, I went to eat hot dogs at the neighbors’, be home later.

Mom averts eye contact with the Dad.

Dad: You’re crazy.

The End
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Posted by:falliing.
Time:7:04 pm.
Mood: rushed.
I have to have a topic for a paper decided on by...ugh,tomorrow, lol. Someone give me some suggestions, im open to anything!

I was thinking about doing something about the cast of friends, in honor of their ending the show, and my obsession, but eh...i dunno.

Friday, May 7th, 2004


Posted by:legs1357.
Time:4:37 pm.
sorry i havent posted here in awhile guys, ive been really busy with school and ap tests and stuff but dont worry, ill post more soon! more to come!


Wednesday, May 5th, 2004


Posted by:riah_the_bee.
Time:3:42 pm.

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Posted by:mininavy.
Time:11:10 am.
unhappily yours
Unhappy me
I'm not in love with you anymore

Unhappily yours
Unhappy me
Though I have fallen down
I am through falling for you

Can't get this out of my head after a fight with the baby's momma this morning

Tuesday, May 4th, 2004

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Subject:I wrote this one my junior year .... it's my prize posession.
Posted by:queenofquarters.
Time:9:33 pm.
Mood: giggly.

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Subject:"I fell for you"
Posted by:xtinkswingsx.
Time:9:01 pm.
Mood: loved.
I dont care what the world will say
I really dont care what they think
Because I love being with you
And without you my heart will sink

You lift me above the clouds
And when you hold me I feel safe
I never want to let go of you
Its like I'm in a different place

You took my heart so fast
And I got lost inside your eyes
Your hands were my guide
As we looked up towards the sky

You can make me smile at all times
No matter how bad my day can be
Everything you do makes the world better
And I love it when you stare at me

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Subject:This weeks topic! :]
Posted by:falliing.
Time:12:51 pm.
Mood: hopeful.
This week, let's all write about conformity. Of course, if you dont wish to participate, you don't have to, and of course, it can be in any form you like. Can't wait to see all the great posts from you wonderful writers! :)


Monday, May 3rd, 2004

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Subject:"its the saddest part of my day, leaving you..."
Posted by:xtinkswingsx.
Time:6:21 pm.
Mood: content.
Understanding and love do not come from words they come from feelings. you dont have to say a word, all you have to do is breathe. It's something that comes without even trying without looking for it. It's something that just comes about when time stands still and there is nothing but the motionless life around you. A simple smile is all that can make everything alright. But even with love understanding doesn't always follow, it may be a few steps behind. But if you just wait and open your eyes, and look behind you, you can see that its coming. When the understanding catches up it takes you by the hand and with its soft touch you can feel everything start to turn into a picture. You see a single leaf shapped like a star that stands in front of your face. It no longer falls but it turns in a circle showing you that the world keeps turning. With understandingholding your hand and love in your heart that next step is taken on the softess ground and it doesn't even feel like your walking on the ground, it feels as if you're not walking at all. Your stepping on air, you hold yourself upon the blissful air and nothings holding you down. Along the way love will give you pain and your heart will feel cold or even slightly broken. And understanding may loose its grip and fall behind. But it is the pain that makes the pleasure so much better. You will walk again then you will float upon the air and smile into the sky. And the sky will carry you along with its wind. Thats how i look at love... even though i've never fallen in love. It is something I can see it in the eyes of those walking down the street or holding each other on the bridge. I can see the beauty that follows...

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