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t'egares en moi -feuilles 1eres- 3rd May '99t'egares en moi -feuilles 1eres- by *schuylkiller
I'm not normally the type to keep a diary, but I have to write this down just to try to make sense of it. When I installed the surveillance system in René's place last December, I didn't have a clue what reason he could possibly have to put a camera in every single room. Of course, he's one of those clients that I've tapped into from the beginning, just knowing the show'd be fascinating. But I didn't know how fascinating. Or disturbing. I don't know which. I guess disturbing is the better word because it's obvious I'm disturbed, or else I wouldn't be trying to make sense of it at three in the morning. All I know is, I probab
At My Funeral Mourn me not when I goAt My Funeral by *analillithbar
For as spring’s leaves
We are born and we are shed
As bright the autumn leaf
Pondered by one lone soul
The greatest beauty
In that moment held –
That is me –
The rainbow of love and beauty
Held only in your eyes
I could ask no more
Only that you not mourn me
When at last I slip
Eternally from your grasp
The final homage – my funeral.
Fair Play: A Growth Spurt The idea of a 'Conscious Mind'Fair Play: A Growth Spurt by *analillithbar
And 'reflective' Laws
Can be narrowed down to this:
Do Not Kill, Rape, Murder, Steal or Cheat,
It is advisable not to covet or envy,
We all feel it,
But these are to be avoided,
For they are the precursors,
To what we should shun,
Though, in order for any theory
To exist consciously
We must first agree and reinforce
Within ourselves
Before asking such things of others.
Phoenix: Born of Love's Pyre Where I thought I had been revivedPhoenix: Born of Love's Pyre by *analillithbar
It seems I am still dreaming
Of what it is to be alive
In order to prove it true
I will make you watch
As I tear myself to shreds
Bleeding the infinite dream
That cannot be expelled
From the Human Heart
The Doll Box The Doll BoxThe Doll Box by ~Asylum0101
I came across a little doll just the other day
Stuck up on a shelf far out of the way
I took the crumbling cardboard down
Dusty plastic giving way, to a lovely taffeta gown
Through the dust of years the doll stood bright
I marveled for a moment
Her condition was so fine
The box a perfect barrier
Against the march of time
An understanding shook me
And in my heart it took me
The doll was almost perfect still
Hardly even faded
The cardboard walls
And dusty plastic keeping her well shaded
And so I understood that we could be like that
Build the box around us, a shield against the storm
A little plastic window li
Fear Is waking upFear by *ifyoucanmakeme
In the darkness
At 3 am
To find that
He's still watching you
And he's still
grinning
Thrumming i will wait for HimThrumming by ~DorketteScribbler
Body thrumming like a string
Plucked, left to quiver.
The complex duet,
Pain leads to pleasure and back,
Crescendo and trough.
Like a harmony,
His order from my chaos,
He composes me.
Dancing in My Elation To this necessity of thee I implore.Dancing in My Elation by *EatingMyOwnFears
Strike at my bosom with sharpened words and slicked passion.
Masochistic tendencies always succumb to wanton wish.
Come happy my pretty one,
Come dance in my garden.
Whisper gasped cries of your little death.
Let me embrace your mouthful so that I may be overwhelmed.
Stab me true so I may sing highly your praises,
even as crushing lies make so sweet a bed.
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