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Revealed (poem title) [05 Oct 2006|11:04pm]

[ mood | bouncy ]

yea here's a short poem i did...i saw a full moon out tonight, so i desided to write it...

The Moon holds everything...
Including sins of us all.
It darkens each time we sin...

Soon it has to start over, start over to the beginning...
course this is when the wolves come to play...
But then, why are the we not sinners?
We kill when its a full moon...

Is it cause we cry for forgiveness?

Wrap Me In Glass.

hi [03 Oct 2006|09:12pm]

[ mood | content ]

thought i would indroduce me. Ive been on here for a few weeks now, just havnt had the time to say hi. anyways im 14, i loved poetry since i was like 10...or really anything to do with writing....course i have a lot of poems made up, but havnt had teh cance to put them up. probably will do so this weekend. anyways ya...

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New [15 Mar 2006|06:15pm]

[ mood | indifferent ]

I just thought I'd introduce myself.

My name is Chrissy and I'm new to livejournal. I've only written a couple of entries, both not really worthy of even scanning, but I'll add more over time as i get used to it.

I've been a poet now for years and I love to write. I post most of my poetry on a website called allpoetry.com. I writer mostly the macabre and I'm a tad angsty (just a tad) Anyway, it's good to be here and hope to get more involved in the near future.

Take care everyone!

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We Are The Energy [26 Jan 2006|12:10pm]

[ mood | bored ]








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-train ride- [14 Dec 2005|07:52pm]


this is a poem about something that happened on my bday this year. its old n the spelling is bad lol but yeah i was bored =P um...it kinda..dies at the end. but yeah. comments on how to imporve it would be great *waves*

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book wars [20 Nov 2005|04:57am]

[ mood | tired ]

you should try this... its actually pretty entertaining.
|Book Wars|
Flashes of books fly
throught the air
across the night sky.

Another shadow hit
they fall to the floor
but no, we will not quit.

Pages begin to rip out
it looks like confetti
like a parade, lets all shout.

We should duck and cover
they have spotted us
lets hude because they are starting to hover

I decide to throw
the book misses
i threw it too low.

Then i feel a shock in my tummie
i pick up the book off the floor
it read;"book for a dummie."

Oh it isn't over yet
you'll get your fair pain
all i need is the perfect set.

This is it
my time to throw
i just need a good hit.

When the shadows head pokes out
ill try with all my power
as i release i let out a loud shout.

With all that might
the shadows down
and out of sight.

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Skybabies [25 Oct 2005|03:39pm]

[ mood | aggravated ]

Leftover Lunchbox

I understand beauty
I understand love
I understand meaning
Of all of the above

I need someone to help though
As I am in need of care
As I am shedding skin
I will soon be bare

If my brains were to shadder
Would you be near?
Will you help cleanse it
To let the blood run clear

I sleep in your Leftover lunchbox
You find me mid-day
I cower in a ball
And have nothing to say

I find it very comfy
I find it very warm
Even when you leave it out
And all the bees swarm

Apples and apricotes
Clouding my way
As I see a flat board
It must be your tray

If I withered in here
You'd think me a prune
Then leave for canada
And feed me to a loon

Then let me lay in here
In this lunchbox heavan
With skybabies flooding
And a seven eleven

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[02 Oct 2005|07:51pm]


history means nothing to you
and neither does "best friends"
what ever happened to forever, my love?
you made me feel right.. for you.
what do you know about love or caring?
you said "I'll call you back as soon as I get home"
from your date.
While you're kissing her neck,
I'm loading my father's gun.
you'll never make it home.
a recycled heart made of the cheapest of plastics
that you scribbled on
because you were bored, and it meant nothing to you.
nothing. to you.
you. are nothing.
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[18 Sep 2005|06:17pm]

Ive never actually, posted before, but i guess its a start. This is actually, something my friend wrote. So Please Give me comments on it.Collapse )
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[13 Sep 2005|06:57pm]

Withering Sanity

There are ashes
Inside of this beautiful rose
is it only I who can see them?
I suppose all beauty has withered

I misunderstood my patience with sanity
I never really noticed how much it hurt
I washed my skin and sold it to the demons
The devil has control over me
I have the proof

Just stare me in the eye, watch it bleed
crazily, and never-ending
That's how much it hurts to look at you
I see a reflection of me, of the demons
And all your fucked up perks

My sanity has once again withered
And no one gives a shit
And I can't feel it, I can only live it
And it makes me happy
Playing wallpaper for a day

That way when you touch me,
I can snap back at you like a turtle
Like a butterfly in posssesion
Or a bird without it's wing
Let alone a fag without a lighter

That's right, ignite me, I want to burn
It will be my fantasy
To (for a moment) see you smile
And watch me sleep
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[29 Aug 2005|07:04pm]

[ mood | *puts on jumper* ]

Yeah i havnt been in the mood lately but here are 2 recent ish poems



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COMMENT PEOPLE! [24 Aug 2005|07:43pm]

Is it just me or is this community loosing comments. Nobody is commenting.... I think we should do a better job. Don't you agree?

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MONSTER [19 Aug 2005|05:00pm]

[ mood | depressed ]

this is about a man that i believe destroyed my life before i was born.
he is currently the chief of a nearby police department. the reason i think he fucked up my life is that he is a rapist. he raped my dad. him and a group of friends. not just once. everyday. no one did anything about it. they were only doing it to him because my dad was protecting his brother. my uncle. and my dad was fucked up for life. he became a druggie, and a criminal. he was never around. he beat my mother. she divorced him. and then he never paid child support. ever. i didnt have a father.

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I've been thinking. [11 Aug 2005|12:44pm]

Phantom of the Pharmaceutical
At heart, she had the disposition of a prom queen in the cleanest dress. But on the outside, a separate image, decorated with sterry strips and surface veins. Oh, her hair, the purest definition of silk, now gray like the clouds that she feels shading her as auras of premonition, foreshadowing her procession on the darkest day. Somehow, she gave forth the slightest invitation that went by unable to be ignored (years later, I’d come to regret it.) “Salutations,” cried her doorman (an aficionado of the finest brands,) “we love company.” The doors revolved counterclockwise under the watch of vacant eyes… suddenly I felt hypnotized. “Don’t mind the creaking stairs or the dim lights or the feeling of impending death. The constructs are old, as well as the wiring, and soon there’ll be none of you left.” I guess it all started on some dark and stormy night. That’s to say the least. And on that fateful night, I became her Messiah, and the organs upon which she played her desperate songs. Through these doors and fire lit tunnels, strange sensations and misguided sightings; my eyes glazed over and water filled my chest. The waves crashed upon my own shore and, gritting my teeth against text and sand, I gave in to my own crumbling will. I indulged in her, garter, corset and all, until my eyes bled dry from blackened sockets and I was weak in the knees. I laid there helpless in submission, but the tricks up my sleeve crept out in silence to chew me free of my bindings. The ropes fell away and my feet met the ground in flight similar to a fire escape. I made my departure as a fresh-learnt martyr and kissed farewell my momentary rape. Her eyes were the greatest souvenir, as I walked away with nicotine in my smile. Oh, but it was worth all the while, the sad sung song from the seas to the Nile.

No Means Noah
Gentlemen! The time has come to sell yourselves short of the buck and change that you’re worth. Despite the warnings of amputation and wreckage, you failed to keep your hands inside the ride at all times, and now this roller coaster ride is taking you straight to a cellblock with you name carved all over it. Swine of society, to arms! You’ve all been selected to take part in this year’s public disgust pageant. A dress rehearsal will be held a week from your audition; please present yourself accordingly in a standard orange jumpsuit marked with your contestant number. You will be accompanied by your own personal understudy (or one will be appointed to you.) Remember to smile onstage, reflecting the upstanding model citizens that you could have one day been. It’s very, very important that you present yourself as a dignified adult or else the stagehands are bound to come and take you away. Your performance must outdue the charms of the hero, or you just won’t make a convincing enough villain. The curtain closes so quickly, and while the whites of your eyes were honest like Abe, the crowd saw through your crooked character flaws. Smile for the cameras, it’s time for your close-up. I’ll have you in makeup by lights, and by sundown the stage will be set for your stunning premier. You are the role the playwrights prayed for, and with their hands folded, they resemble harmless doves. Beautiful, I’ve got your career in the palm of my hand, and I can make or break you. Tonight it seems quite possible that I could shatter your dreams. You’ll never dance in this town again, due to bad luck and acting. You’re the pauper in the papers, and I’m the Gazette’s greatest cover. You’re nothing but cash in this town and a sentimental suicide lover. We’ve got your name in stone and your worst endeavors caught on tape. You call it a lifestyle… I call it fucking rape.
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[07 Aug 2005|07:07am]

I thought you were the one
but i some how knew the whole time
that you weren't.

It is hard to see you
your life going on
without me.

I should have been sad
when i knew you wouldnt like me
but i dont really care anymore.

I have tried to moved on
hoping one day
i'd see i made the right choice.

All along i liked you
but i think i just wanted someone to like
and i have still not found one.

Each time i say your name
i still think of you
but know it will never come true.

So i must give up
and move on.
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angels without wings [21 Jul 2005|05:46pm]

[ mood | tired ]

blinded by what i dont want to see
im sickened by the lies are plain to be
i dont know why it just goes on
i dont believe its been undone
a burning edged material is
ripping me apart
its grinding me to pieces and
it has yet to start
awake i bleed and sleep i die
may i dream of another life
thru my viens a sickness within
as i die inside this prison
ive yet to feel a pain to love
and death to be from down above
slowly surely going broken
as i take apart this loveless token
apprieciate it while you can
before our broken span of land
destiny awaits the bold
the brave beyond the stretching tole
aviate beyond my time
lift us all and break the bind
places of inclarity
and angels without wings
i cant find despair in me
when this angel sings

and i hear her..
does she see me..
it appears no..
and they said so..

cant to find angels with no wings
long in wait a paradise filled with broken things
i can not be so precise when i decide to bring
maybe one day i will find an angel without wings...

Wrap Me In Glass.

[14 Jul 2005|09:59am]

It's true, I live! And I still write. I haven't posted here in a poo long time. I doubt if anyone remembers me that well. I'm that dude that shares his work with the rest of the community.

Yeah, I bet that helped. A ton. Anyway. Here's my most recent....crap. Actually, I think I've gotten a lot better.

Radar detectors and things that break.Collapse )

Probably rockin' typos up the ass, it's early.

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New Poem [14 Jul 2005|03:47pm]

[ mood | mellow ]

Exiting your prisoned embrace I only dare glance your way To feel the sudden end of this act Only to wish it all away You place upon a petdastool To show off to all your important contacts But you just dont know how to handle me That is all true facts You grasp my attention Only to let it frizzle out To keep me satisfied You must sustain thats no doubt Lending my prohibited body Ill extend to you the manual To reach the destinations Of which are pure sexual Tease me Love me Play with me Be coy with me Banish me Most of all Be complete with me Gentle fingertips Rush upon my skin Excitied pleasures Explode deeply within Once you end You will never be finished with me Having me once Is like playing with extacy

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[27 Jun 2005|02:00pm]

Here is another one:


Pushing and shoving
Down a long, dark tunnel
There goes the "loser"
Right down the funnel

Bullies and enemies
Passing alone the way
As I pass them, they
All have something to say

Tears through my eyes
And words in my head
The thoughts are from
What everybody said

All the way down
mixed into the bowl
Then they drop me down
In a six-foot hole

Buried alive with
Only one more breath
All this bullying has brought
Me to my eternal death

I hope it's liked. Comments definitly welcomed.

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Taproot Ecard [27 Jun 2005|09:43am]

Pass this Taproot Ecard to anyone you know. It includes footage, photos, and lots more! Pass this link to nay fans you know, and tell them to do the same thing in IM, email, messageboards, whatever.

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