Friday, December 24, 2010

D4E

Diamonds don't break.
We chip. We're polished.
We're old. We're new.
We're cracked. We're halved.
We are never broken, yet always unique.
Diamonds are forever.
Always around.
Dig down deep.
Diamond in the rough.
Subtle incline or steep drop.
In caverns or lost in time.
Sifting through mud, silt and stone.
Jewels. Gemstones. Emeralds.
Hm. No. None catch the eye like the
Diamonds. Ever for diamonds.
Simplistic in complexity.
Simply forever.
Diamonds.
Coveted.
Wanted.
My girl.
His title.
<3
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Thursday, May 13, 2010

Twilight series rundown

As a committed member of the website featured here: http://www.twilightsucks.com/forum/phpBB3/index.php

I feel it is my duty to inform you that Twilight is a literary failure, with faulty grammar, sentence structure, perception of reality and is overall a terrible series.

In fact, that one would find a role-model in Bella, who is whiny, shallow, naive and weak-willed. There isn't much information on Bella, she is never described in detail so that any fan can insert themselves into the book.

However it goes into increasingly sickening detail (page or so) about Edward. Case in point, that one would base their "perfect man" on the character Edward - is preposterous, insane, callous and downright disturbing.

The "man" is an entity that has lived for some hundred years or so all up, has a 'thing' for a girl of 17, who is a minor. This is *illegal* (Pedophilia). He is supposedly a member of the undead, this is also illegal on the behalf of Bella (Necrophilia). He has been recorded illegally entering Bella's room (Breaking & Entering) and watching her sleep (Peeping Tom). He restricts who she can talk to and be friends with. This is a classic signal of relationship abuse.
He furthers these signs by following up on her when she does talk to Jacob.

Edward is a borderline criminal, in fact, as he has already died, he is no longer a citizen of America, thus making him an illegal immigrant. If Bella's estranged father cared any mote about her, he'd have had Edward's entire family deported - they're all dead, they do not retain citizenry rights whilst being dead. Thing is, he doesn't know. They don't talk, apparently. Poor Charlie.

Come back to reality. Edward does not exist. He will never notice you. Neither will "RPattz", you are just another screaming fan. That goes for all the other actors/actresses and to all other fans.

Find someone who treats you right. Someone who treats you like a queen.

Not this half-hearted BS about a vampire who doesn't even suck blood...

Ffs.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Shattered

Here lies the dedication to the poem known as: Shattered.

Removed in the hopes that the publishing will go ahead smoother.

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Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Happy Face

Here lies the dedication to the poem known as: Happy Face

Removed in the hopes that the publishing will go ahead smoother.

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Written and submitted for a writing competition.
Theme was "hope and overcoming adversity"

Not my best. Doesn't have the flowing quality that the others do.
Emotion was a little lax in this one. *ponders*

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

'As you wish'

Here lies the dedication to the poem known as: "As you wish"

Removed in the hopes that the publishing will go ahead smoother.

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Sunday, April 25, 2010

Haunting

Here lies the dedication to the poem known as: Haunting

Removed in the hopes that the publishing will go ahead smoother.

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Sunday, April 11, 2010

Newfound Stranger

Here lies the dedication to the poem known as: Newfound Stranger

Removed in the hopes that the publishing will go ahead smoother.

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This one took on a life of its own... I hope you enjoy it, for what its worth.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Rage

all encompassing
overwhelming
exploding
insanity
all around me
can't contain it
it wants to get out
it needs to escape
IT WANTS OUT.
flickering
dying
death
hands clenching
cold touch
gone? all gone.
the rage
it killed them.
the guilt?
no.
No.
No...
no guilt?
Why?
Humanity slipping.
twitch quirking.
am i human?
am i sane?
why me?
this happens, why, to me?
what reason?
who decided?
anger. hatred.
Rage.
and revenge.
sweet revenge.
my only companion.
in hell.

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Fiction, if you needed to know.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Pieces

Here lies the dedication to the poem known as: Pieces

Removed in the hopes that the publishing will go ahead smoother.

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Thoughts, Questions and Answers

I don't usually deal in answers, cause sometimes its never read. But theres always a time for everything, and now I feel its gotta be shared. Unfortunately for all that are listening, my dribble of words have an echo of rhyme. This isn't my fault, you understand, its just the way I communicate. Without words, I can't show how I feel, (unless its in person, but some people just don't accept hugs. They have good reasons, too!)

You said to me, "does this make sense?" Do the thoughts I hold within my mind make sense to those around me? Can anyone understand the path I've trod, or do I prefer they never did... Tell me, does this make sense:

She, you, she said, To love is to risk not being loved in return. I say, that to repell love is to risk not loving in return, to avoid it is to become a husk, a pale shadow of who you ought to be. She said, I'm sick of being heartbroken. I could never promise I wouldn't hurt you, at least, I never would do it on purpose, but I can promise I'll be there to pick up the pieces, I can always be here for you, despite not being there now. To hope, she muttered, is to risk getting let down, my hand is here to help you back up, all you need to do is take it, a little humility makes us human. And, she wavered, I'm sick of being disappointed. A shoulder to cry on, is what I can offer, a hand to hold when the going's get tough, to clench and squeeze if thats what you're after, I'm here. I'm here for you. To trust is to risk getting hurt, and I'm sick of the pain. This life cannot be lived alone, to hermitize yourself hurts more in isolation than to risk your trust to fragile, fickle people. It is the strong of will, and caring lot, that you can throw yourself among. They can catch you, and keep you tucked away from the horrors of life outside. They, we, can do this. All you have to do is accept the help we can offer you.

To try, she said, To try is to risk being a failure, At this, I wished I could be there for her, regardless of consequence or what tomorrow would bring. I couldn't say a word to prevent her from saying further and I'm sick of never being good enough. Never believe that you aren't good enough. Never think that you don't have what it takes. You've come this far, and if need be, I can carry you the rest of the way. Regardless of what others say to you, or what you believe, know this: You're way beyond good enough... you're too good. I wish I could hold the strength you do, but as I don't, I can just be your glue. Pick up the pieces one at a time and fit you back to how you ought to be. Some things don't need to be uttered, only thought inside one's head... but there comes a time, when you come to find that sometimes its best, if you say nothing at all. I understand. I'm still here to help.

That is all.
Wish I could have said this before you logged off though -.-'

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Final Countdown

Here lies the dedication to the poem known as: Final Countdown

Removed in the hopes that the publishing will go ahead smoother.

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