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Blues4Kali- MetaMyth for the Millennium [28 Jan 2007|05:36am]

[ mood | creative ]

What will Winter Solstice bring in 2012?
...an instant of Karma? ...an ethereal spiral dance of the collective soul? ... cosmic judgment leveled against civilization's expanse? ...destruction of the world as we know it? ...a chance for a new start? ...the rise and the revenge of the Goddess? or simply another day in the life of paranoia?
These are the false prophesies that your pastor warned you about!

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hollywood. [02 Sep 2006|11:31pm]

it seems as if
true affection refuses to show itself
they come in & come out
oh, how they love to use me
but at night while a stranger lays in my bed asleep
i lay hugging myself

so with this lust we added the ingredient of drugs
it started with alcohol
you'd be surprised how much I can pour down my tiny throat
& I know he said he loved me
before he took my panties off

then came coke
the combination of razor blades
& white substances was hard to resist
plus i hear it makes you skinny
maybe somebody would love me then
if i fit the hollywood mold

i bought some blonde hairdye
and some make-up
maybe when i hide my face
i'll be good enough to be loved
& won't have to hug my knees at night.

(2 shiny souls | sell your soul)

heir, loom [30 May 2006|12:47am]





corners and dance

tense to the past
the present
the future

and his mask rings

the flask
if his hands fling
and firsts



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the rheumatic clasp [16 May 2006|05:53pm]

the rheumatic clasp

in the form of
a clearing



and token task

the first


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aptitude [13 May 2006|11:18pm]




the peon


kindle and



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the salamander print [08 May 2006|03:46pm]

the salamander print

and i found this next to stone
near to home


you wonder

why connections trail


the gentle

the seemingly


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pivot [25 Apr 2006|05:53pm]

i bring down the

my shelter

body shocks
and even though
i pivot
i am at

ghost street
from here its the clear cut
the power
the lines
then the ripples and their pulsating
you know

you knew
your protectors as monoliths
heavy with the weight of their age

how sage
can we overturn



hey peoples, i just joined the comm. i hope you like what i write. if you want to read more, i have a journal full of them, just add me as a friend and i'll add you back :) peace!

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Brief Introductory Post [14 Mar 2006|09:25pm]

Hi, I'm Erin and new here. I don't write a lot of poetry, or a lot of poetry worth inflicting upon others, however I write non-poetry now and then. I joined because:

1. Your community sounds intriguing, and
2. I am very, very annoyed with everything.

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[04 Aug 2005|05:30pm]

om inna separa segregenti
darhas sj am s r aoira or farce carsa
en amd air vera re a le al aspera
deco dig vega austra livid de aeyr.

varna vash is ram sk awanew ks
fas riash awie krijra klsalriia kra

vegrr allr all er i fgrar presm krkr
grrg rparp wek eevvil das appear.

om na inna....

excuse de vadina escourette

veia as despiciba apochryphre
amm neiiir astro vedi camcut ci.

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Give me what I want [04 Jan 2004|04:48pm]

[ mood | mischievous ]

Time allows no more hesitation
I am going to get what I want from you
To many lonely nights to refuse
You are going to do what I want you to

The strength of lust is uncontrollable
I will make you follow my lead
Impatient blood thrusts thru the veins
You will give me what I need

We will finish what is started - play no more games
We will reach new heights - our veins full of flames

Though you were the dealer, I am the buyer
Just like the rabbit, I am back in the briar

If this pissed you off, please send me a message, we need to talk

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I call this "My new pick-up Line" [04 Jan 2004|05:39am]

[ mood | predatory ]

My intentions are pure and innocent
I ask nothing but to know you
To touch you
To feel you
To taste you
To satisfy your deepest desires
My intentions are pure and innocent

If you think it is good: Fear not ladys, I swear never to use this on some wounded dove.
If you think it is not: Let me know, please, I hate being slapped (a little)

(1 shiny soul | sell your soul)

We could not ask for more than satisfaction [03 Jan 2004|08:28pm]

[ mood | satisfied ]

omorrow the night will fall -

The night can be wicked
Taunting like an embarrassing memory
The night can bring sorrow
Take hold of a soul and lead it to darkness
The night can arouse desolation
Throw ambient sounds of torpidity to dilute hope

Tomorrow the day will come -

Tranquil thought of day can feel secure
Tantalizing the mind, sharing vibrant design
The melody of day can share visions of beauty
Transverse the tangle of obligation and demand
Trenchant determination of day can be encouraging
Temptation of affection, sufficiently subdues lassitude

Tomorrow the night will fall -
Tomorrow the day will come -

Tomorrow will repeatedly elude obtention
Today inspiration is nourished internally
Tomorrow will be circumstance of fate
Today destiny is determined by desire

Today will be a perfect revolution.

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Not ment to portray imagery (or spelling) [03 Jan 2004|07:04am]

[ mood | annoyed ]

Treasure the feeling of insecurity
though it might seem strange
it is the suffering
the invigorating tingle of uncertainty
the drips of cold sweat
That will keep you pleading
for another uncomfortable moment

(1 shiny soul | sell your soul)

[01 Jan 2004|08:02pm]

[ mood | nostalgic ]

This was prompted by a freewrite suggestion, I failed at the freewrite, but worked a bit on this instead, the topic was something close to: 'write on a movie or album, that inspires you'... I was inspired by Pink Floyd's 'Animals'... It played a key role in my life and was the inspiration I used to completely detatch from sanity on several occassions.

I need only to feel something
I am numb; emotionless
No reason for thirsting
No desire to reflect
No plan to devise
What would I desire
What would I remember
Why make pointless promises

I need only to feel something
I am alone, abandoned
No friend to confide
No lover to please
No foe to hate
Who's opinion would I cherish
What good is gratification
Why enhance cruelty

I need only to feel something
I am exhausted, apathetic
No questions to answer
No secrets to unravel
No stories to share
Which answer do I choose
Would I believe if I knew
Why repeat the past

I need only to feel something
I am afraid, apprehensive
No indication of content
No comfort to accept
No sign of success
Why do I feel such thriving sorrow
When will I stop feeling isolated
What did I try to accomplish

(sell your soul)

1 thought, 2 discriptions - From a Word Tray [31 Dec 2003|08:16pm]

[ mood | cold ]

Lover whispers empty passion.
Wept in a cold dream.
Heart void of wonder,
While soul waits to fly.
Voilent song love chanted,
Crashes and bleeds but will not die...

Breathes forever like hate.....

Burns silent like desire.......

Ponder freezing passion
To feel the cold chill of wonder.
Forget forever a day it danced like fire
While your empty heart burns deep, quenching desire

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[31 Dec 2003|03:57pm]

[ mood | hungry ]

Subtle glance pleads tenderly for an empathetic return
Primitive vibration of desire demands acknowledgement
Blood quickens in the vein; dormant curiosity awakes

Hypnotized by the irresistible gravity of infatuation
Temptation of surrender becomes undeniable
Obsession dominates rationality; Emotions exemplified

Thoughts fixated on the intoxification; focused on insanity
Intensity of touch is commanding, explored uncontrollably
Bodies meet in climatic procurement of harmony

Trembling in the unparalleled honesty of the moment
Lathered in the comforting whisper of satisfaction
Content in the flawless pleasure of embrace

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hey guyz, check these out when you can! [25 Sep 2001|04:18pm]

[ mood | accomplished ]



(2 shiny souls | sell your soul)

hey everyone...... [22 Sep 2001|11:05pm]

[ mood | bored ]

heres some of my poetry. feel free to comment......

i sit here in the dark... and swallow my tears. i want you to hear me, but i cant over come my fears. i try and talk... but you scream in my face. what did i ever do to you? why am i such a disgrace? this life you live is nothing but a lie.... your a fake, a fony, and bitch you made me cry. one of these days.... you will get what you deserve. this fucked up girl is gonna fuck up your perfect world. youll ask me to stop. youll beg me.... please. ill laugh in your face.... and then ill make you bleed. this life you live is nothing but a lie... your a fake, a fony, and bitch you made me cry. whos the one crying now huh? looks like the tables have turned. i tired to love you... i honestly did. who woulda thought you would beat your kid? you see what you do to me, you see me in pain. so now what can you do now with that bullet in your brain? nothing bitch.... your dead on the floor. now i can move on and not be sad anymore. the live that you lived was nothing but a lie. you were a fake, a fony, and bitch you made me cry.
i think of you often and the things that youve done how could you say you love me.... fuck me, then run? is that all i am to you? a piece of ass? well i got news for you daddy, you cant touch me no more. this girl dont take no shit. im not your little whore. i fucking hate you. id love to see you rot. id love to cut you up in pieces.... and eat the left over parts. wait a minute, fuck that.... i know what ill do. ill be somebody daddy, and show you im better then you. i dont need these thoughts of you.... they only make me hurt. ill push you outta my head... and kick you to the drit. im not the same little girl you once thought you knew. im big and strong... and i dont need you. good bye dady.... adios, fare well. i hope you die a painful death, ill see you in hell.
my ears are still ringing with the sound of your voice. never better... always worse. my nose is still breathing in the smell of your sweat. i cant see through this shit, i cant take this last breath. i lay all alone, covered in blood... with my heart still beating, why cant this be done? i try and i try... but my life will never end. im stuck with you always, your with me untill im dead. what did i do to deserve this? why your daughter?? why me?! was i not good enough for you daddy? why cant you see? i will love you always, even though you left me when i needed you most. you fucked me, and loved me.... but then you turned into a ghost. i know its not your fault. you cant help what you did. i forgive you daddy, but please... im your kid. hold me and love me like my daddy should. you made me feel special like no one ever could.
i try to sleep, but your always on my mind. i cant see.... i cant see past your lies. i lay in bed.... with my eyes teary and swollen i think about you.... i think about how you ripped my heart wide open. i cant eat.... the thought of you makes me sick. i cant live.... i cant live this unfair life i suck it up.... i suck up and swallow my pride. im tired of living, im tired of living this lie.

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