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27th May 2005

injured_unicorn3:42am: i need your comments...
i need your opinions... your honest opinions... constructive criticism would be immensely appreciated... this was supposed to be posted with three other stories... but the stories were in our other computer, and that computer's drive A is inaccessible, it has no internet and no cd burner, meaning, i'd have to print all my files one by one and retype them again since the 3 diskettes i have with my files saved, all contracted viruses of some sort...-_-; i have no idea why... anyway, i just really want your opinions on this one... thanks... Ü and oh, i'm a huge fan of honesty, so please tell me if it sucks.






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Current Mood: distressed

26th May 2005

injured_unicorn12:26am: Bring on the pain
Chain my hands
and slash my wrists
hurt me... until i hurt no more
until there is no more space
for even a single wound
and the cascading of teardrops
could no longer bring relief
until the heart shatters
into a million, glittering pieces
and no amount of unseen bandages
could seal it back together
until the pain is too much
one more stab
wouldn't make much of a difference
until there is no more space
for bruises to fill
and nothing could make
the wounds heal anymore

go ahead...
bring on the pain...

and make me numb.
Current Mood: gloomy

7th April 2005

reallivebitch10:10pm: Given my last real reason to give up on you.
Hurt me until I can't hurt anymore.
Give you anything you askedfor but I'll never give you that
You don't deserve it
Better friend then most doesn't make you a very good friend
Searching for the truth among the ashes of all your lies
I can no longer tell which is which
Forgiveness runs in my viens
I'll give it to the last drop
My blood is running thin and so is my paitence
Wanting nothing more then to grab a bit of your attention
I am trying too hard for too little
Pride keeps me from admitting that it's never been me
I am always something less then what you urn for.
falling for tricks you haven't even pulled yet
Hating every minute of you being near me until you're actually near me
then I am a sick puppy slinking after you for something I could give myself
I just prefer it from you
Rather hear you voice then any sound in the world
Rather taste your lips then the richest chocolate
I am so much better then this
I don't know why it is I give you what you don't deserve.
I suspect I give it to you becuase you don't deserve it
Battery acid words and a serpent forked tongue take you futher
then any actual personality trait you pose
Giving never to take anything I don't want what you have to offer me.
It's always one step forward and two steps back with you
Going in circles
I have no where else to be except here with you
waiting for someone that will never be waiting for me
Current Mood: creative

1st March 2005

scarilegends8:08am: this may not be about the subject of this community, but please lets support this guys :)
"Self Injury Awareness Day" - March 1st

1st March is Self Injury Awareness Day.
SIAD is a global awareness day, and yet it is not supported by any nations' governments, because it is a grass-roots idea. Somehow, in the mists of time, the date was set as the 1st of March, and organisations around the world make extra efforts to raise awareness ready for SIAD.
The colour for some reason is orange. Some people wear an orange ribbon, but in the past SIAD bracelets have been worn:
- Orange beads if you self harm;
- Orange and white if you used to;
- White if you have never self harmed but understand.
If you agree that people should be made aware of this issue and this day, re-post this in your journal.

*if you want the little ribon just add this code to your journal:
< img src="http://tinypic.com/1zc9cz" >
just make sure to add the brakets together*

thanks guys
Current Mood: awake

6th February 2005

_dropdeadsexy_10:00pm: What can I say, the moment I saw this I was hooked. It doesn't look like many people are a member but I don't mind.

I recently entered a poetry contest. I did it just for fun, it was an on line thing, and I had written it within 5 minutes. Then I got a letter in the mail saying that I was chosen out of thousands, and I am in like the top 100 or something. Anyway, I am also going to be getting a copy of this poetry book, that has my poem in it along with a quote of mine. The quote is cheesy, but I love the poem. I am bummed though because I didn't write it down so now I cannot recall the poem. but it must be good if I'm in the running to win 1,000 dollars.

Anyway, I hope whoever is reading this the best of luck with their poetry.
Current Mood: calm

2nd November 2004

matthewmystar9:55pm: just a little something...
...i was working on the other day.


here we are, then:

Lie to me. Tell me everything will work out.
Lie to me. Tell me everything is okay.
Tell me, did you mean it this way?
Oh sometimes, sometimes words mean so little.
Just like your fake fashion and predictions.
It all means so little in the end.

Smile with me. Scream and say everything is fine.
Smile with me. Scream and say you never stopped loving this.
Scream and say, “well, do you like it this way?”
Oh sometimes, sometimes looks from across the hall mean so much.
Just like your half written songs and unfinished novels.
It can mean so much in the end.

Dance with me. Move you hips and say you prefer us in motion.
Dance with me. Stop talking and make us one again.
Dance with me, and hasn’t it been such a long time?
Oh sometimes, sometimes actions speak louder than anything else.
Just like the way you turn yourself away from me.
It speaks louder than everything else.
Current Mood: cold

30th October 2004

matthewmystar10:40pm: intro.
it doesn't look like there are any other members in here, but i'll be active.


i heart poetry, reading and writing it.


so i hope people join this...

and if no one belongs to this, i don't know why i'm posting an intro post.


anyway, hi, I'm kayleigh.


Current Mood: okay

11th October 2004

rites_of_winter10:39am: ...welcome...
riding backseat
with a smile on your lips
and tears in your eyes.
laughter flows like water
rising higher
'till it fills my lungs
and feeds the drifting sunlight
into my veins
{but soon that laugh is tired
and stale withing my lungs
and fights so hard for an exit
that it leaves my lips as screams}

tearing, fighting, out it streams
into a city that's grown tired like me.

we are blowing leaves
reflected tree in the worlds eye
we learn and grow
make beautiful patterns, turn brown and die
downward spiral
forever we are drifting.

-----that's about half of a poem i'm performing at the local coffee house in about a week-----
Current Mood: apathetic
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