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Stars in the DarknessIn the void of darkness, there are the stars. Throughout the weeds, a rose can bloom. If I learned anything growing up...it was these things. At the same time I am certain, that, in the midst of the chill of this dreary world, love still can be reached. Perhaps one, no matter what they've been through, no matter what they've seen or endured...can still live to love, and be loved.  
 
I believe a specific capability resides in the inner-core of each person's own soul. As surroundings are shadowy and forlorn, we can be led to forget and find a way through it, even if just for the time-being.  
 
Two of the strongest emotions Stars in the Darkness
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A Captured MomentWinds will change  and piece together every happenstance,  in which every moment  falls in slow-motion..  but nobody  will notice.   
Words float down around me;  mind-inducing explanations  
and comparisons that I never can ignore...  eyes opening  
to each mesmerizing beauty,  every painful tragic  lifelong  
gore -   
such silent thoughts  transfer to paper  to be cemented there  for good.   
Trailing  
sparks of wonder  are waiting to be captured  still...  so many moments fall away  as we move around,  fo A Captured Moment
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WaterfallsWaterdrops,  
they're running down outside my window,  intersecting,  reflecting against my thoughts.   
I will only watch,  as floods form inside my head.  Try so hard to breathe,  but just listen to a  fading heart  instead.   
Smile,  it silently assaults my face  as the rushing tides  fall into torrents  
of emotion in its wake.   
Breathe for me -  let me flow  
throughout your thoughts.  I won't try to swim away,  succumbing  
to the waterfalls. Waterfalls
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RaindropsThe raindrops flow down in slow motion, tapping against me, running down exposed skin in liquid trails. It does not yield - it is uncaring that I refuse to move and head for cover, even when the wind picks up and begins to fling water-falling walls against me.  
   I do this at times. I let myself become a part of the rain - the colder the better, the ice-like droplets poking into me like pinpricks, numbing me to all else and making me feel the need to gasp for air. In other circumstances, I don't have to fight for every breath often enough. But when the air catches within me, pausing somewhere in between my lips and lungs, som Raindrops
by ~geobyte
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in a comaI fell asleep with my eyes wide open, drying from the outside in, craving another’s blood or the excuse of such occluded love. My threshold was dabbed with an invisible crayon, the same splinter you’d chew on when something wasn’t right. I drew the line; the heights to which I’d jump from this – now even I forget where I stand. You’re circling in front of me and you think it’s alright because I’m not aware. I feel you move, I see what I had always imagined it to be. You’re much less lovely now, and I’ve chosen to disappear.   
I would ask you to kiss me but my lips offer security, no in a coma
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bloodshot eyes cant promisewhen I was a short fuse,  unreliable, temperamental tot  I fell to my knees on some  newly laid, rigid  
carpet.   
I felt much the same, only grittier  and low.   
it was a frenzy.     hyperventilation,  then screaming until my throat was no more than  a puddle of gall.   
my fists met my own face  with a tragedy to lace  and my arms, nearly severed  
were later held together  by those left  who felt me  intimately.   
when I was set fire,  explosive, hazardous harlot  I fell apart  naked, bruised and exposin bloodshot eyes cant promise
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blight of adorationa mental red flag poses,  
erect and proud; sturdy, pure –  
 
a messenger: I have something to tell you.   
written incoherently, imagine my words  burning time; slowing flames across the page –  
 
ignition: read this vulnerability with your fingers,  just.   
 
 
nonfiction: confessions of the kind of love  
sold with three breaths, even if  your hands tremble, detest it! and haul  back  I’ll admit; I’ll admit it   
in the letter that’s crumpled  
and in the heart that’s bleak.   
 
 
a menta blight of adoration
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Alone
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Wow.

Fri Dec 1, 2006, 9:53 PM
I just realized that I had journal entries on this site dating back to 2002. As in, the beginning of 2002...

After reading them all, I'm practically in tears. I know hardly anyone even so much as glances at my profile anymore, probably due to my many and long abscences (and possibly my big poetry-deletion spree a couple years back), so probably no one will even see this journal entry. But I needed to reflect. Like seriously.

I had all but forgotten about that person, who seemed to shrivel up and die in August of 2002. But here it is, before me - the old normal, everyday writings of that girl before the line of division made its way into my life and changed me into something else. Some broken version of myself. Of innocence, which I had clung to so dearly, completely destroyed.

If you don't know me, then you have no idea what I'm talking about. If you do know me, then you might have the slightest clue. All I know is, I miss that person. I had my problems then, but I was myself. I was a normal, sometimes-lost teenage girl, with a bad home life. But I was grounded. I was whole. Now I feel shattered, and like most of me is missing. I want it back; but I don't think it's something I can ever get back.

I can see in the entries, and in my period of abscences, that I was forever changed in August. I didn't write anything that month, but I know it was August because that's when it happened. It wasn't a gradual effect - it was one event that stampeded its way into my life and stole a huge part of me forever.




I miss me.




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  • Current Residence: Stranded somewhere in the clouds.
  • Interests: Writing. Music. Photography. Video games. The sky in all forms.
  • Favourite movie: Braveheart.
  • Favourite band or musician: Evanescence. Within Temptation. HIM.
  • Favourite genre of music: Everything.
  • Favourite artist: Dali.
  • Favourite poet or writer: Can't choose just one.
  • Favourite style of art: Fantasy.
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  • Favourite cartoon character: Fieval from 'An American Tail'.
  • Personal Quote: Let the wound heal. Bear the scar with pride.
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~tricksyriver:icontricksyriver: Mar 9, 2009, 1:01:35 PM
Thanks for the :+fav: on My Lion.

Much appreciated. :heart:

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I like my soul on text. I love your soul on toast.
~Liso-Aine:iconLiso-Aine: Dec 23, 2008, 12:59:05 PM
I'd sincerely love it if you posted more. I really enjoy your poetry.
~geobyte:icongeobyte: Apr 30, 2009, 12:03:13 PM
Aww, thank you. That means a lot to me, and I will try to post more.
=StaticSkies:iconStaticSkies: Mar 4, 2008, 10:32:37 AM
Thank you for the add! X =)

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~metalmistress:iconmetalmistress: Mar 3, 2008, 7:39:14 PM
Once again, your beautiful words mean very much to me. If anything, you inspire me. Thank you. :heart:
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!jessicamadison:iconjessicamadison: Mar 1, 2008, 5:16:31 AM
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?

Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?


It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift

but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
~metalmistress:iconmetalmistress: Sep 30, 2007, 6:33:54 PM
Actually, I guess it was kinda a rash move on my part. My life got messed up really bad for a while, so I needed to seperate myself from everyone here as much as I could. I didn't want people to be able to jump online and read personal things about me, to discuss amongst themselves. I regret deleting everything without even saving it. It was a stupid mistake.

Thanks for showing you care though. I can't say that about a whole lot of people. =)
~oblivionsend:iconoblivionsend: Jan 1, 2007, 5:43:19 AM
I cant help it! It's almost as if you are writing for me. It is what I am thinking and what I believe.
~oblivionsend:iconoblivionsend: Dec 18, 2006, 10:22:56 PM
I will hopefully have something new up. I uh... I'm just really lazy about this kinda thing. ;)
~MadHadder666:iconMadHadder666: Dec 11, 2006, 12:03:42 PM
Ha, yes. The past shows growth, and I have it stored safely in a box in my closet; Literally. Wish you well, as well.

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"You call a tree a tree and you think nothing more of the word. But it was not a 'tree' until someone gave it that name. You call a star a star, and say it is just a ball of matter moving on a mathematical course. But that is merely how you see it."
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