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Gender: Female
Status: Single
Age: 19
Sign: Aquarius

State: Utah
Country: US
Signup Date: 2/5/2005

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Monday, April 27, 2009 

Current mood:  thankful
Category: Writing and Poetry
The waters are a lullaby
gentle
like a mother
tucking you in for bed
Drown
take me to the top of it all
torn
split
its this greater love
that holds my shit together
everything below you
holds you high
everything above
keeps you low
all these ideas fester
lest you nevertheless know
I'm fighting
but begging peace
battling & healing
crying & laughing

just let the tide carry you to wherever you are to go
Friday, September 12, 2008 

I got diverted

After flying for so long

Birds hit the ground

They sing their last song

What could make it the same

The sea is never consistant

The waves always change

Send me off like a ship

Shipwrecked on the stones near the shore

Lead me

Like a prisoner into his cell

I've turned inside my being

To hide from you

In the shadows of my own reflection

In the shade of the trees

You, a marble statue

In the muesum of my memory

Cold and still

With chips on your identity

Who are you again?

I let the cigarette burn down

Scorching my blistered relic lips

A cigarette kiss

I let the smoke swarm my lungs

You, a voodoo doll

pins in your eyes

Can you see me now?

Now that your blind?

I got diverted

for flying for so long

Felt so good to hit the ground

Felt so good to fall away,

from you.

 

 

Saturday, April 19, 2008 
The Clock Strikes Eight

Boquets of flowers
to enrage the fire
Fragrant warmth
My guard a tower
satin smoke
dresses the child that shivers
silk tears to be sold
Tallied Cadavars
Engraved memories
buried hopes
I send the weeper
to the gate
I summon the reaper
to kill hate
Cursed thought
the expanding mind
what if we return
to the state of dust
we are stars
he is correct
cosmic mistakes?
Perhaps
but that doesn't mean
we aren't beautiful
we are the shimmer
in the skies eye

you are the shimmer in mine
a hotel with golden stairs
jeweled animals
desks of pure water
and fish
i walk outside the the grafiti
side walks
i run down the alley
i see a red fabric
i walk beside it
I feel like the rabbit
i've some where to be
late, so late
for a very important date
as im running...
i know the entire time
That i've already missed out
but i run faster
and my clock empties
on to the floor
Inside was poisonous
bread crumbs
I have the choice to retrace my steps and go back
But to where?
I ask the man in the top hat
(the same man who i've met on the high way
he once gave me a neckalace.
one glass tear
that contained all my saddness and fears
so i wear it around my neck
to not live it in my life)
He gave me the answer
"What is the Point?"
"you are where you are
and you know where it leads
right back here
to give the same question to me"
i glanced back at the trail
to the alley ahead
i was out of bread crumbs
my clock was dead
"where do i go when my time is up?"
What trail do i leave?
he said,
"why leave your self a trail?
Do you plan to retrace your steps?"
I realized the past is poison
I bowed
went to walk away
"wait, one more thing, my daughter
of dimes, Don't leave a trail, but leave your finger prints behind."
i walked and smiled on
Came again to the still waters
where i found peace
in the disturbances i caused
picking orchids
that were dripping with glittered dust.
I pick them for the fire
so they don't get the Stone angel's touch
Your late
so late
for a very important date
run and empty the poisonous
fillings of your clocks
who is who
to time true love
?
Tuesday, April 15, 2008 
The closest way to fly
is to cut across the field

The fastest way to obtain your desires
is to kill kill kill
Fire!

wild eyes glued to the mirrors
wild woes
wild cries

Birds in the morning
sing a sweet tune
Owls at night
Because Little birds
don't sing to the moon

The fastest way
Hurried hearts
slow down
every one gets their part
we'd kill for the spotlight
we'd kill to be in love
show me the fastest way

I have nine lives
Now i'm in my tenth time living
something must be wrong

The Closest way to fly
its to cut across the fields
Run little boy,run
fly

All these selfish fish
all this vacant sea
one huge lot...for a guppy like me

swim on, sugarcane poison
hold on to the dust
gather spects like flowers
A bouquet of chains and rust
Tuesday, November 13, 2007 
Sensuality often hastens the growth of love, so much that the roots remain weak, and are easily torn up.

I love that.
gardens I've seen are
tamed beauty
cut and weaved
Through out soil
that otherwise cements dead bodies
So many secrets in our soil
A poet is not one to exploit beauty or love
unless he writes with his mind
and not his throbbing heart
A Indian cursed with a never ending heart beat
has the women cut out his heart to end the pain
of life.
The women now has the heart throbbing in her breast
Theres this fascination that enthralls me
Living.
Living is definite
we feel that we're alive
with every rain drop to the skin
every kiss from a friend
Every heart ache we bear
as we watch the loves of our life
walk away with out even a second glance
Through all this we seem to care of the undefined
We want an ever beating heart
Then we don't have to die. 
True love, is everlasting life
Saturday, November 10, 2007 
A price on humanity
can i buy your love
emotion for sell
in a candy store
which lies about product
the tenets, demons?
as i walk beside
the two endless tracks
i realize death and birth
are nothing but the same
and time: a silly reminder
of where my life is supposedly
meant to be
A child of five will spend his whole life
in one big circle
confined to one big device
malled by the careless messengers
love just never stays
but for the time it does
it feels so great
grief and turmoil
comes and goes
all contributing to the void
that connects our feet to our souls
all we are is all we'll be
temperate simplicity
I'm not faking any thoughts
I can't fathom your reasons
for faitour smiles
and plastic skin
barbed wire lungs
and metal hearts
Your glassy eyes
and Hydro filled veins
making all thats real
a false hope
and a detained body
Dreams drained for scientific pain
its so much easier
to remain hollow with in
but living life and love
feels like a better win
wilted flowers on a autumn day
my kind of winter in the months of may
chemical clouds
and gas mask tea
No one wants to take a drive with me
The sunflowers doused in ponds
Mistaken for water lilies
My poems
in chips on the computer
and the pages withered
frayed, the happenings of my heart
deliberately remain unknown
Its hard to contain a fire
don't you know
even more so
when its held in a vase
the size of your eye
the lid, thin glass
from the heart of a gnome
and the fire ten times the size
of my body
.... damn i could go for a icy cold coke
Tuesday, October 30, 2007 

Today death was in my stomach
only because a part of me started to live
and life caused nausea inside

Its not that I don't see you
your always there
but almost never at all

I look to the dirt for inspiration
waiting for a plant to sprout
because love and life
has been like a California drought

I count each raindrop
I count each fear
I contemplate on never reaching
the wooded
sliver coated pier

and your inside of me
your under my skin
your the bridge over my river
your the breeder of my sins

Tell many stories
of burden days to come
laced meanings
of a black tarred sun

Driving in the forests
Until I reach a dead end road
I sit and realize life is the same thing
Life is the dirt and flowers
Beneath the snow

Snowflake kisses
And fire lullabies
Hushing little babies
Heed the man's reply
Dragon ventures pass
Mouths feeding on smiles
And warm silk hearts

Droughts in the oceans
Waves of salt
Become a quench
To the sensation of being parched

You can't break the ground
And you can't destroy the king
Even on our death bed
He summons the jokers
To kid the same thing

Life
To kid of love
To kid of childish stings
That makes imprints on our hearts

Open wounds that we cover up
With imported lace
And Mauve bruises

Secrets I don't want to keep
the secrets this world keeps
As Dreams become a false sleep
Imagery labeled as false words

What are you waiting for?
Come

I keep asking my self that
What am I waiting for?

Go



Wednesday, August 22, 2007 

Current mood:  chipper
Category: Writing and Poetry
dust resides in the desolate wind
life is nothing but star dust
roll the trick dice and you always will win
But what happens now when we resort to play fairly
No cheating or lies
then do you reach the height of your perfection
stopping all the ties to the world
that sits there in your stomach
poetry consuming everycounsel of your mind
your thoughts the predator
of this "thing" called limited time
life is a strange nexus of the universe
that is unbalanced and off centered
and death is the drained nectur that rings from our souls
Lets go for a drink of juice
waiting for us
peering at us from the poisoned glass
and we think its the liquid that
inflicts the harm
like herion to your pinpriked arm

Monday, May 21, 2007 

Current mood:  bouncy
Pawn this beautiful dream
i'm floating away, and you can't bring me down
i can't bring you down either
i love kissing the sunflower at the end of a gray rainbow
throwing the money off the titanic dick
is most fullfilling
because next i'll be the starving child
I paid for two tickets and recieved a notice of death.
Twas celebration the best
Our rosie cheeks soft as petals from the Jungle rare
Crinkling pillows from devils hair
Peeling scales from dragons far
Twas magic and scars
Wrap your fingers in this shag
I taste the paint from the wolves paws  
Tis' nothing but my adopted mother
FUCK HER_PLUCK HER
I'm still deep in this pointless dream
& its fun because i can't feel a thing
Twidle me this I Twidle my thumbs
Your face, broken with glass
The very state i'm in
*~Ca~*
Monday, May 07, 2007 

Current mood:  numb
The story saddens me
and disturbed fields of endless miles makes the road look long and old
i just lay in this coffin and i look up to the collection of stars
if life is so luminous
why does it linger in the gallows?
why is love perched on a shelf gathering dust?
Midnight: and my eyes show no desire to close
stuck in a transe of what seems like never ending thoughts
closed eyes adds another layer to the darkness
one more layer to fear
countless stitches to wounds that find no satisfaction in closing up
lust in fingertips, submerged in ice
finding no reason to attempt warmth in the fire
cold hands piercing through my numb stomach
drawing me back to an asylum of dedicated causes
Dawn: and the ending saddens me
staring back at numerous endeavours
realizing i haven't gotten far
compared to where i'd like to go
its finding the desire and forgetting about what I want.

Monday, April 16, 2007 

Silly admiration

a simpler form of moderate obsession

What is it that keeps us here?

What inside us, decides to live in fear?

You walk down the street as a little child

when strangers speak to you

you run but you smile

 in innocence death doesn't exsist

innocence begets death

as the final tied up chapter

leaves you hanging

wanting more

your soul stays cooped in the holes you dug and buried

expecting to discover treasure

Your expectations of magic

worn by true anwsers and dire admiration

your heros build you up

to gather power

Where is my standing after things fade?

Where is this admiration heading?

 

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 

i compare the lights to the stars

and i see what we've built

cities and skylines

from where i sit, it glitters like the gold in a baby's eye

captivated we stare deeper into the horizons mirage

when in truth its littered streets and dirt

fingers smeared in blood

we materialize so much

the depth of a true glittered star is no illusion

just a memory of mystery

a god with no cause

and i admit to myself

how blind i've been

to erase true heavens for glossed hells

to imagine a life with out any purpose

must be a nightmare

but how would it be to live it

its what i started to do

i don't understand what we've created

Monday, January 29, 2007 
utter descruction, the stability of a crippled dying man, time frames slower than memory itself. when can i scream, when can the sun shine, and mingle with the water like two lovers in spring. when does forever start. because i'm ready. are we destined to be thrown continueally down? are we doomed as a flower below spikes? i don't think this will ever be finished love can never end. rose petals, are the eye lids we water, hoping they grow into more of a masterpiece, then what our grief and trials will ever amount to, did you know, everything we fear, builds us up. the wings we grow, are woven from tears, woven from every let down, woven by those death stole. We are stronger, but we're not finished.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007 

I am the one you run from,

grabble the gowd and tame the crowd.

we are murderers, slayers at the finest.

and we carry out crimes with such poise. Take the heat,

the executioner is always smiling.

 the hired help, the employed killer,

 how do we live with in our selves?

gashes in the bark

counting down to the day we get to fight the beast.

His saliva the sapphire blood in our veins,

dripping down his fangs.

deep moons engage an estranged companionship.

 riding on rain to drown to the depth of our death.

 so for once we can understand it.

only when we become what we fear.

we can then conquer everything

that keeps us up at night.

when we consume to resolve,

 wondering if we're the hunters or the hunted.

The bows and arrows embeded

behind your faitour smile.

 Lest we take the steps toward sober love and

heroin joy.

shuting opened doors so i can forget you in

slumber.

I'm still a child, meek and mild.

what predators at a young supposed innocence.

Opague and wild.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007 

laughing he told me to wait, so i did and i took paces by the phone

he told me he'd call, so i waited

oh the fool I'am

I must be the fool

 In his sweet talk he told me, that death was the beginging and how god was, and i clung on to each word, accepting it as my own.

oh the fool i am

i must be the fool

what he said is that love is one thing we take with us forever, and one kiss shattered the stars

oh the fool i am

i must be the fool

time passed and we faded, we were consumed by the very emotion that had created us

oh the fool i was

i must be a fool