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Name: Meeka
Age: 23
Location: Hell or better known as Pittsburgh,PA
How long you've been writing: I've been writing since I was in High school but did not start writing poetry my 12th year.
Interests(more like obsessions lol): The Musical Wicked, Vampires, Evanescence, reading, writing, music(I love all kinds), witches, watching horror movies.
Well that's it till my next post with my poems.
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| Trapped In The Wake Of A Dream - Mudvayne. |
[14 May 2005|10:50am] |
Do I deserve these beatings?
Hating me,
well then,
Cut, cut the noose
and let me fall away...
I'm, growing weak and tired
of you
and your little shoving games
fucking...
pushing me.
You pulled the trigger,
trapped in,
the wake,
of your
Dream
You're all killers.
Always fucking pushing me;
insulting me;
I've overcome;
I have found the strength of gods in me.
Crushing
All unwilling;
This is so unstoppable.
Hard as nails,
hook that holds,
reach down and find the strength of many in you.
My sanctuary...
calling my name,
so I run through...
to the light,
weeping through a cloud.
Darkened,
by a tainted dream,
of me,
being pummeled by the tide,
crushing,
killing me
But I can't wake up,
trapped in,
the wake of a
Dream
You're all killers.
Always fucking pushing me;
insulting me;
I've overcome;
I have found the strength of gods in me.
Crushing
All unwilling;
This is so unstoppable.
Hard as nails,
hook that holds,
reach down and find the strength of many in you.
Call it;
call a truce.
I'm believing
in it more and more.
Comfort;
purge the truth, I'll belive it.
I'm so weak and sore, shadowed
Hide and seek,
but you never looked.
I wait behind the door
call out;
bite the hand that is feeding...
Compassion no more.
I hope I never wake up.
Dream-sewing, filters, distort reality of what is mine through light this mind awakens
I draw the line from then and now, awake and dreaming, forgotten past future becomes mine.
Throw the chains,
all away,
take control,
of your life.
Powers known,
this is my...
Throw the chains,
all away,
take control,
of your life.
Powers known,
this is my...
Dream
You're all killers.
Always fucking pushing me;
insulting me;
I've overcome;
I have found the strength of gods in me.
Crushing
All unwilling;
This is so unstoppable.
Hard as nails,
hook that holds,
reach down and find the strength of many in you.
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| Song Lyrics |
[12 Apr 2005|05:52pm] |
I'M A NATURAL ASSASSIN
A MASSACRE IN ACTION
I'VE NEVER KNOWN REMORSE
OR FELT ANY COMPASSION
THIS IS MY DRUG OF CHOICE
THE REASON DEMONS REJOICE
MY RAGE REMAINS
A BEAST UNTAMED
... I BET YOU'LL REMEMBER ME NOW.
GLUTTON!
I AM HEARTBREAK & DEPRESSION
REGRET WITHOUT REDEMPTION
A WOUNDED ANIMAL
AFRAID OF MY REFLECTION
I AM AN EPIDEMIC
THIS IS A CRIME OF PASSION
THE WILLING WEAK DESERVE DEFEAT
THE PENANCE WILL BE SAVAGE!
... I BET YOU'LL REMEMBER ME NOW.
... I BET YOU'LL REMEMBER ME NOW.
[bridge]
BI-POLAR
SELF-ABORTION
MIND FUCK
CAN'T ESCAPE
THESE CHAINS
OF SHAME
I'M STUCK!!
SWOLLEN IN THE MUD
BARELY STANDING STILL
HUNGRY FOR THE HUNT
& THE THRILL OF THE KILL!!
C O M E O N ! !
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN A SHADOW
CONTENT WITH MY DISEASE
- YOU'LL NEVER SEE IT COMING
CUZ YOU NEVER NOTICE ME
... UNLOAD!!
WORDS ARE THE REMEDY
WORDS ARE THE REMEDY
WHAT HEALS ME, KILLS ME.
WHAT HEALS ME, KILLS ME.
HEAL ME, KILL ME
HEAL ME, KILL ME
THE PLAGUE RAGES ON.
[outro]
i've built myself out of ash & agony, i am ready ....
I ... AM ... I
I AM MY
OWN CREATION
I AM
SELF-MADE
I AM MY
OWN CREATION
I AM
SELF-MADE
DESTROYERS!
I AM I!
A BONE HEALS,
A BRUISE FADES,
BUT ART IS FOREVER.
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| The Night Man - {For A Friend} |
[11 Apr 2005|04:47pm] |
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The night man vanishes
Leaving an end for me
How I miss the ruthless
And misshapen compassion
Or everything knotted together
And the outgrowth he bestowed
In exchange for my empathy
Seeks shelter in my head
Comforts my alone . . .
And however I weep
I do carry on to observe
How he’s altered to become
The harvester of my hope
And all that is now and right
Are all that he’s become
For without his vitality
And without his resolve
Or his triumph over this life
The dawning dearth of truth
Would show its expression as a comic
All distorted in its ignorance
Fitting as the offspring of influence
And the characters would
And do become elastic…
Or anything
And nothing, of significance
But listen….
And hush
For just now I see movement
Or shadows beneath a pylon
As they move unhurried
Or not at all
And the night man disappears
So that we barely know he was here
So quiet he left in the night
And so quietly
He may never return.
M.
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| Introduction |
[11 Apr 2005|04:39pm] |
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My name is Marni, and I hate admitting my age so I won’t. I’m currently in California but relocating to Sweden end of this month. I’m mainly interested in seeing what others are writing out of curiosity but I do write myself and most of that is on my journal and website although I may post here from time to time. I’ve been writing since I was a kid, but it wasn’t until recently that I’ve been putting it “out there� - People can add me, I will add you back and I do post comments but its not imperative that people post those on my journal, but if you do, I will respond.
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[11 Apr 2005|09:19am] |
Without a hand to guide me
without a light to find my way.
My heart has been so empty
since you passed away.
I was sad when you left me
my world was full of fear
Darkness and pain was all I felt
Without you to hold me near.
^this one is really short.^
I wanted the sun to shine on me,
To take my pain and set me free,
I'm locked up from the outside
My fears have been mixed in a cosmic swirl.
I wanted the moon to shin on this night,
From my window I could not see a single sight.
It made me sad to see nothing shine.
No light in my world, no I'm not fine.
If only you could see the darkness of my heart,
The blackness that is in it, and how it's falling apart.
A black hole was made each time a love was taken vack from me.
Please leave me alone, My heart is cold, there's nothing left to see.
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| Hi! |
[07 Apr 2005|05:10pm] |
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Sublime - wrong way |
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Sorry forgot to do the entry about myself............. Um..... my name is Jess, I'm 15, I live in Alabama, I guess I'm a bit of a punk/goth/whatever the hell i feel like chick. I write poetry b/c it is better than cutting. The poem i just posted is one that alot of ppl tell me they like so i figured i might as well start off with at least a decent poem. And just for the record most of mine are on death, suicide, and wanted love.
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| A dream |
[07 Apr 2005|05:08pm] |
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Sublime - wrong way |
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A blood-red moon, the time is near.
My wrist is cut, the end I fear.
What is to come I'm not yet sure.
My fear and pain, there is no cure.
The clouded sky and stars blacked out.
The voices of the undead shout.
"We made mistakes, they had no end.
Our words of wisdom we now send."
"By our own hands, our lives we took,
Our names are no longer in the Holy book.
We poisoned ourselves or cut and bled.
The liquid of life on which demons fed."
"The demons dragged our souls to hell.
Satin and friends now feeling well.
We regret what we did to loose our lives.
You still have a chance, you still have to fight."
The dream I awoke from felt so real,
All my scars are starting to heal.
What is to come, I'm not yet sure.
For my fear and pain, I've found a cure.
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[15 Mar 2005|10:22am] |
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For some reason my bg isnt working so as soon as I get home Ima start working on that. Sorry for the inconvience.
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| Ink on Paper |
[15 Mar 2005|02:49am] |
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INK ON PAPER
lost and
alone.
i dwell within and between.
lawless.
beliefless.
therefore,
alone.
may a deviant tomorrow be?
NO! i must not dream.
dreams are like windows.
transparent.
shatterable.
my past but broken glass.
shards to open a wrist with.
to cry,
to bleed,
is one.
“ if wishes were horses�...
i could not ride.
bucked and thrown.
trampled after desaddled.
Left here
to cry,
to bleed,
alone.
i am but ink on paper.
i reside between the lines.
trapped secluded
tainted reclused
without reader.
it is all i am.
time
to cry,
to bleed.
it is all i own.
alone.
in the always,
beyond forever,
ink on paper.
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