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The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
I cry for the time that you were almost mine, I cry for the memories I've left behind, I cry for the pain, the lost, the old the new, I cry for the times I thought I had you
Not all scars show, not all wounds heal Sometimes you can't always see The pain someone feels
Whats the sense of wishing for something when I always just wish it away?
Every night i talk to the stars pretending its you.. it acts just like you tho.. far away and never replies to my questions
Why do people tell you to believe in what you want to but then tell you not to believe in the one true thing you do believe in?
Times a precious thing to waste, but friends are more precious
Kiss me im emo!
The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil.
The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.
Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.

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Our Love
Loves memory has traced our outline in this place.
But will the spider remember, or the sun?
Did the water capture our faces in permanence?
Does the wind create us anew as it blows?
Did the shadows from the trees record our passage beneath them?
Our secret been revealed.
Yet I have told no other.
I write these words in silence, in mute testimony
To what once was.
But our image remains alive in this place.
It can not be removed.
You, me,
We then,
Were here.
We saw the day and hoped for tomorrow.
We caught a brief glimpse of love's promise.
We were not liars,
But thieves of time.
For now time has now forgotten us,
Yet our memory lingers, and love remembers
This place that was ours.


Falling Away
I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity

Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two by fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone

Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed
our bodies to become
another pair of hollow shadows
that make love to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying


Your Lies
Funny when things never change
Even when you say they will
But while your off s(rewing her
My life is standing still

You tell me that you love me
When I go to leave
You tell me I'm your only one
And I let myself believe

I know that you are using me
But you'll never let me go
I know that you don't love me
I know I'm just for show

I don't know If I can stand
To see you love another girl
You know that you broke my heart
You know that your my world

But while your standing by my side
I'll believe your lies forever
Cause everything seems so perfect
When we are together


Autumn Times
Autumn breeze frigidly touches ailing dreadful lives
Harshly darkness quietly surrounds the broken souls
Mellow serenades that once played between hearts
Pathetically have transformed into bitter sad songs

Somewhere beyond the flossy clouds
Cupid has lost his romancing arrows
Plays sad sonorous tunes on his bow
Dedicated to all weepy lonely hearts

Howling chilly wind blows through the mist
Sounds of sorrow spread allover the place
Fuzzy humid air submerges the inner lust
Lives decay slowly as the autumn leaves fall...

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GOTHIC QUOTES <3<3<3

"what is it about the moonlight that draws my spirit in? The seduction? The stygian agony? I would give up my silber visions to know."
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"The agony in my eyes mirrors the moon light of my flawed soul"
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"Whay are my eyes so exquisite with poetry? And why do I no longer care?"
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"There is much darkness to be found in shadows.But you may need to sacrifice your silver mind to find it..."
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"The graveyards in my mind mirror the blood of my unliving purpose"
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"Why are my fears do tortured with solitude?And why do I no longer care?"
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"The graveyards in my existence mirror the moonlight of my obtenebrated solitude"
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"Why do we love death and the blood? My dear, you need only look into your own pain-filled soul to fine out"

GOTHIC POEMS

The Vampire

A man in dark from the east
prowels the night for blood to feast
he walks the streets from dusk till dawn
and doesnt even pass a yawn

this man is pale as though hes dead
his body cold from toe to head
his canines long and pearly white
he gives his victims no time to fight

a man came knocking on his door
he came at night to implore
he came and answers tried to find
he tried to unravel the creatures mind


he saw a coffin upon the floor
and found him self pinned to the door
he bared his neck and drank and drank
until to his knees the man had sank

their he knelt begging mercy please
and his clothes the vampire seized
he dragged him up upon his feet
and to his maker went to meet

I NEED NOT A REASON

The sky was filled with blood tonight
No wind a-blew
No smoke a-rose
But somewhere it seemed, d’it not seem right
Far below in nether
Across the seas a-feather
My life in thine
Mine heart in hand
A-top a raging storm a-stage
Sweet words flow from honey mouth
‘Tis not how they see me or hear
How dare thee speak when light doth shine
The light, it dote your saddened soul
A deciding decision in thine vast nothingness
How can one breathe when you are full of it?
Nothingness is, last of all
Only place to be filled or felt to rot
A hole in thine soul
It aches to desperation
But be three true
And stay thee noble
Fare not far, but search carefully
With a still learning heart
Thine spirit hath no where to turn but lust
A lust for love, is no love at all
But merely a pawn to castle in game
Then thee who nighly see
The truth of the dreams
What would one be
If one could not ponder
Unable to release a death-rising screech?

Black light in darkness

Sitting in darkness, around me just fear
You left me behind, you are not here.
I am full of questions that are making me insane
Maybe you can hear me, but I still feel just pain...

A black light is all that I can see
Just want it to stop, don't want it to be
I'm telling to myself- this can't be real
Is it my life that you had to steal?

And now I know that you played with me
Now I feel it, now I see
The shit that I went through because of you
You played with me and I had no clue

Black light shine on me...
Black light be here with me...
Black light take him away...
Black light stay...

DARK BLOOD BEAUTIES

In your hands,
We form the bonds
Together we shall die
No one can even lie

Fallen beauties of eden
Never even forgotten
But not begotten
In the eyes rotten

We shall be together
It shall be forever
No one will bother
Our love will gather

In the shadow
We shall wallow
In the high and low
Not even tomorrow

The end of light
We shall fight
With you my might
We shall have height

We never bend
We shall make amend
Gaia we shall tend
Till the end

PAIN
Pain is
hidden.
Not something
i share
with the
world.

It made
me what i am
today.

selfconcious.
scared.
hurt.
tears.

i cant be
me because
of the pain.

i want to
be free.
every thing
that happens
justs adds
another hole
to my already
damaged heart.

my pain is
like acid
its burns.

its toxic.
bottled
up and
stored to
keep everyone
from seeing
its true power.

im full of
toxic waste.
it runs through
my veins.
my heart.
my mind.
leaving a
mark where ever
it goes.

always stored.
my pain.
never shown.
kept to myself.

no one knows
the real me.
The me that
hurts inside.
they all think
im happy.
they will never
know the truth.

im hurt.
and ill say it.
but no one
can feel my
pain.
it belongs to
me.
it created
me.

Pain is who i am.

Nightmare

Its half past midnight
So dark except for the moon light
Walking through ‘can see graves afar
Looking up ‘can perceive the nebula neath a star

The air’s filled with a horrible atmosphere
Isolation and fear possesses the earth’s sphere
The vegetation’s dominated by deadly arbour
All these I perceive at this witching hour of horror.

As I proceed, the air gets hazy
Sense a creature afar and I get pacy
I took a close look
Not long how long it took.

Hear the sound of nocturnal creepers
Totter left ‘n’ right, a thorny branch hooked my zippers
Like unleashing the contents of Pandora’s Box
Behold I perceive a ferocious fox.

Think I see this creature again
A chimera, I try to make the best bargain
Run eastward as fast as I can
Seems to catch ‘spite the pace I ran.

I run southward which seems an advantage
Must escape this barbarous savage
But then in sight I see a creeping creature
Out of a graveyard I assumed a pasture.

Then I’m attacked by this ferocious beast
I surrender myself a wholesome feast
Look downwards and I see nothing but doom
Ah! It was a dream I heaved as I woke in my room.

IN YOUR ARMS

Hold me, my love,
Just one more,
Just to feel again your warm touch
Kiss me, again, my love
I want to taste your soft lips, again
Bite me,
I want to taste your sweet blood
Just one more,
Embrace me, again
‘cause in your arms I feel so safe
my angel, stay with me tonight
don’t leave me alone
share with me with this beautiful night,
oh my dear love, even words can’t describe how beautiful you are
when I am looking into your eyes, I see peace and joy
from that moment I know that you are my true love
oh, my love, how beautiful you are
after all this years I have lived I have never seen someone who had good heart
in your arms I feel safety and warm
when you embrace me I feel like I am in the heaven with you

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Do dna...
nedjelja, 20.04.2008.

Pitala sam se nedavno-TKO SU SUPERJUNACI???
Ne znam kako da objasnim sve to...Samo znam da sam dosta dugo razmišljala o tome...Svi su ludi za Supermanom,Batmanom,Catwomen...
Ali ja zaista volim Sharkboya...Dečka kojeg su odgojili morski psi nakon što je tornado napao labos od njegovog oca.Totalno je preuzeo sve instinkte,navike življenja...Sluh mu je postao izrazito dobar...Dobio je škrge i peraje...Ali zadržao je ljudski oblik.Zapravo je jako zgodan...Nedavno sam gledala jedan stari film Avanture Sharkboya i Lavagirl.Glumac koji ga glumi se zove Taylor Laurent i glumio je Jackoba Blacka u filmu Sumrak-Mladi mjesec.
Možda sam baš zato htjela napisati priču koja je povezana s morem...

Poziv iz dubine mora


Dan je bio vedar i sunčan...Nikada nisam ni pomislila da će se odnekuda pojaviti snažan vjetar i da će početi oluja svih oluja...U mislima sam zamišljala predivne obale otoka,sunce, more...Putovala sam iz Hrvatske prema Grčkoj.Oduvijek sam željela vidjeti sve te prastare hramove i kipove...Najviše sam željela otići do Panteona...To mi je bio životni san.Moja strast prema arheologiji je svakim danom sve više rasla...A uz mene je bio cijelo vrijeme moj brat Kristian.Moj jedini brat na ovome svijetu.Voljela sam ga više od vlastitog života.Bio je stariji od mene dvije godine i uvijek bi me vukao za sobom kada bi izašao van s dečkima.Prvi dečko s kojim sam bila je bio iz njegove ekipe.Naša zajednička ljubav prema arheologiji i povijesti nas je na neki način povezivala najviše. Sjedili smo na palubi broda i gledali na pučinu.More je bilo dosta mirno.Jedino što me mučilo je bila ta niska ograda na palubi...Imala sam neki čudan strah da bih mogla pasti,ali Kristian me uvjeravao da nisam baš tako nespretna.
- Ipak je malo preniska..-kmečala sam.
- Daj sister ne brini...Ništa se ne može dogoditi...Uostalom,more je zaista mirno...Misli na nešto pozitivno!-
- Joj...Jedva čekam da dođemo u Grčku...Pitam se zašto nismo išli avionom...-
- Mama je rekla da su karte malo preskupe,a i moramo malo štedjeti za put u Stonehedge!Idemo idući mjesec u Englesku...-
- Znam to...I to jedva čekam...-
Nismo prestajali pričati o arheološkim nalazištima.Imamo sreće da nas mama hoće uopće voditi sa sobom na put.Nije nas prije željela voditi jer smo bili još premladi.Jednom je ponudila Kristianu da ide s njom na put,ali on nije htio ići bez mene...
Iznenada mi je mobitel zavibrirao...Došla mi ne nova SMS poruka...
E ljubavi,di si?
Poslao ju je moj dečko Damir.
Evo me na brodu...Mislim na tebe...
Odgovorila sam mu i spremila ponovno mobitel u džep.Kristian se nešto smijuljio sjedeći na klupici uz ogradu.
- Što je smiješno?-pitala sam što sam uljudnije mogla.
- Ništa sister...Ništa...-
Primjetila sam da se more polako počelo uzburkavati...Sve me to činilo pomalo nemirnom i preplašenom...
Zapravo,Kristian nije moj pravi brat...Čak nije ni posvojen nego živi s nama već dvanaest godina od kako su mu roditelji poginuli u požaru.Mama mi je to tajila sve do prošle godine kada sam to saznala od njega.Bio je tužan i rekao mi je da ga boli srce kada ga zovem bratom.
Nisam isprva ništa razumjela,ali poslije mi je sve u suzama objasnio.
Jedino čega me je bilo strah je taj osječaj koji sam oduvijek gajila prema njemu.Znala sam da sam ga prestala voljeti kao brata prije dvije godine...Osječala sam nešto više...I to me je plašilo.Čak i sada kad vidim njegovi crnu kovrčavu kosu i to lice anđela kroz tijelo mi prođu trnci...Sve je to smiješno,svjesna sam toga.Ja sam tek šesnaestogodišnjakinja koja je tek počela živjeti,a on ima osamnaest godina i planira se odseliti za par tjedana kada se vratimo iz Grčke.Ta vijest me je jako pogodila...
- Tina!Dođi molim te...Moramo razgovarati...-dozvao me.
Doskakutala sam do njega i sjela na klupicu.On me je uhvatio za ruku i pogledao.U njegovim očima sam primjetila suze.
- Kiki što se dogodilo?-pitala sam ga zabrinuto.
- Ja...Ja ne mogu više ovako...-glas mu je podrhtavao.
- Kiki što se dogodilo?-
On se osvrnuo oko sebe i kada je primjetio da nema nikoga oko nas približio je svoje lice mojemu i poljubio me.Prva riječ koja mi je pala na pamet je-INCEST...
- Čekaj...I ti to osječaš?-zbunjeno sam ga pitala.
- Što to?-
- Pa...Ono nešto...-
- Tina...Ja sam zaljubljen u tebe...-
- Al...-
- Znam da je to incest,ali ne mogu si pomoći...-
Stavila sam prste na njegove usne i progovorila:
- I ja sam u tebe...-osmjehnula sam se.
- Što?!-
- I ja sam zaljubljena u tebe...-prošaptala sam.
Ustao se i povukao me za sobom.Jurili smo kroz unutrašnjost broda kao obezglavljeni.Meni je srce snažno lupalo i nisam mogla disati.Bilo me je strah svega...Osobito onoga što bi se moglo dogoditi...Došli smo do druge strane velike prostorije gdje su se nalazili svi putnici i našli se pred stubama koje vode do gornjeg kata..Do terase...Počeli smo se uspinjati gore.
Ta terasa je bila u ravnini druge palube,tako da se iza te male ograde nalazilo samo more....
Druga plauba je bila ispod terase...
- Mi nismo brat i sestra...-govorio je.
Počeo me ljubiti...I to nekako čeznutljivo i požudno...Nisam ga mogla odmaknuti od sebe...
- Kiki...-izustila sam.
- Ne govori ništa...Molim te...-nije me prestajao ljubiti.
Sve smo se iše približavali ogradi...Ja to nisam isprva ni primjetila...On se oslonio na ogradu rukama i sve me više približavao k sebi...
Nisam osječala nikakvu krivnju zbog ovoga što sada radimo...Uživala sam u svakom poljubcu.
More je bilo sve nemirnije i nemirnije...Brod se za nekoliko trenutaka počeo mahnito ljuljati pod utjecajem velikih valova...U jednom trenutku sam osjetila kako Kristian gubi ravnotežu i pada.Pokušala sam ga uhvatiti za ruku,ali on se samo pustio...Znao je da bi tako i mene povukao dolje...Pao je u more...
- Ne!!!-vrisnula sam.
Čekala sam da izroni iz vode,ali njega nije bilo.Panično sam se uhvatila za glavu i pogledom ga tražila.Dozivala sam ga,ali nije bilo odgovora...No nisam gubila nadu da ću ga ugledati u moru i da će mi reći da je dobro...Čekala sam i čekala...A onda sam shvatila da ga nema...Progutali su ga morski valovi...Povukli duboko u svoje tajanstveno plavetnilo...
Poslije toga sam često razmišljala o tom događaju...Kristian se pretvorio u morsku pjenu...Postao je Posejdon...Moj jedini Posejdon divne crne kovrčave kose i lica anđela...Svake noći sam ga sanjala kako leži kraj mene na mom krevetu u našoj sobi i pjeva mi na uho glasom arkanđela jednu od desetine svojih uglazbljenih pjesama...On će zauvijek živjeti u meni...
Ako samo na tren sklopite oči negdje na obali blizu mora,sigurno ćete čuti njegov glas kako tužno pjeva...Pjeva o nesretnoj sudbini koja ga je zadesila i o budučnosti koju smo mogli zajedno uljepšati...Njegov glas nikada neće utihnuti..

Ispričavam se svojoj frendici Hani što sam je prošli put zaboravila pozdraviti...E pa pozdrav bitchy!

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