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Sunday, July 3rd, 2005
2:07 pm - I might as well keep being a bitch..

violettak
I've noticed I'm the only one that has been posting comments on here. Does nobody else like poetry?

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Thursday, June 23rd, 2005
8:49 pm - First foray...

karen25
i hope everybody likes it! Be kind, i haven't written anything creative in years.

The Beauty of a Bruise

The purple, garish smear
Incriminates
"Oh, this?
i fell."
i didn't fucking fall.

It begins as blackness
Dark, brooding, the midnight of my soul
Fades to purple, blurring at the edges
my fingers seek it out, probing, pressing
Bringing back
THE HURT
After purple, brown, faking like my memories
Of cuffs and ropes and the sting of a whip
A cane
A paddle
A quirt

The brown becomes a lovely yellow-green
A mark
Of what You dealt, what i absorbed
Trembling, gasping, screaming
telling myself to just
get through
JUST TAKE IT

When moments before i was begging
To be used like an animal
Beaten without mercy into submission
and beyond

i took it
for You
i took it and all i have to remember
is this bruise
a rainbow of my pain

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Tuesday, June 21st, 2005
1:54 pm - your daily jesus:

violettak
dear jesus,

Dear Jesus,

I've been a really good girl this year.
I've been nice
I've been patient
I've been stress free
I've even given a blow job or two.

I haven't cursed your name
I haven't fucked the devil (much)
I haven't eaten any babies
I haven't denied anyone their right to sin
I haven't even had a real orgasm.

Because I know that's how you like your women.

Wasted, fucked, made up, thrown up, and all around screwed up.

Jesus,
Jesus,
Jesus,
Jesus.

I've been a good girl.
I prey every day.
I've been a good girl.
I even have my own bible.

I'm good, I'm good, I'm good.
Mama taught me how to love you good.
I'm bad, I'm bad, I'm bad.
Papa taught me how to love your dad.
I'm nothing, I'm nothing, I'm nothing.
I taught myself to be something.

I'm everything..I'm everything..I'm everything.
I've got my own strength..my own power..I've got my own bull shit to suffer.

I've been so unbelievably good.

Jesus, can I have a cigarette?

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11:57 am - Mania

pagandom
Drink!
Fuck!
Drive!
Swim!
Protest!
Eat!
Music!
Crash!
Flesh!
Night!
Danger!
Boredom!
Damnation!
Alive!
Sweating!
Anticipation!
Pussy!
Needs!
Ecstatic!
Pain!
Lust!
FUCK!
DICK!
TITS!
SEX!
LUST!
DRUGS!
DRINK!
Crash.

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Monday, June 20th, 2005
9:44 am - Recently

pagandom
Blood drips
My fragile heart beating again
For once knows life again
So many years drenched in fat and sadness
Coming alive
Jump started by lust and pain

Connection down an electric highway
For a moment I forget who I am
and somebody else shows up
I'm not sure I know him, but
Very well I may want to fuck him
Like he was me, or least something like it

Moments in the future running from cybernetic monkeys
Keeping the DNA secure and personal
But at least you are there - maybe not blood
But chosen by me none the less
As my flesh and blood

Drinking the marrow and grasping at ghosts
Of things that will never be
After 100 years of sadness it's hard
To imagine oceans and rain forests
Flowers and fairies
But knowing the all of you makes
It seem like it may actually be true
And if it is, I need to see the ocean

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Saturday, June 18th, 2005
8:01 am - ..something/

violettak
I don't fancy myself much of a coffee-house poet, but I am a poet of sorts.. good or bad, just wanted to support this community by posting something.

by the way, Johannes, this is proof positive that true love does exist.. :p

:The Aftermath of Being a Poet:

You tapped on my shoulder –
Lightly,
Gently, -
And, suddenly..
I knew you.
And it’s as if I’ve known you forever,
With no real concept of time.

I looked up to you
At the right moment,
With the right glance,
And in that brief exchange..
The things I already knew to be beautiful
Had changed forever.

And when I touched your hand
I became part of that evolution,
An immediate bond replaced
Our unrequited love
And we changed from being
Two people searching for beauty
TO
One love continuing along beauty’s path.

And, so I remember with great emotion,
How you grew into who I always thought you were.

Who are you?

You are every degree of my intense love.
You are everything my passion yearns for.
You are unlike anyone I’ve ever known.
You are who I’ve suffered to live for all these years.
You are who I could never achieve to be.
You are my God, my saviour.
You are my Angel, my spiritual guardian.
You are my physical, my emotional pain.
You are my pleasure, my passion, my lust.
You are my hatred, my disdain, my violence.
You are nothing and everything in one breath.
You are the deep thoughts that kept me hanging on.
You are the morning kiss and the midnight snack.
You are as pure as the blood I offer you.
You are the eternal thought that makes me happy.
You are the one great mystery in life I learned how to solve.
And you are who I can not live without.

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Friday, June 17th, 2005
10:50 pm - Welcome Cats and Kittens

n0kturnal
hey hey welcome to the community feel free to post what you will, read other work, and meet and greet like minded folks .

current mood: artistic

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