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[05 Jul 2004|11:42pm]

[ mood | contemplative ]

it has been a while.

jd and I are no longer together.... *sigh*, its a long story.

there are three of us here now.
let's share some poetry. =)

your loving moderator,


Happily Ever After [23 Mar 2004|02:10pm]

[ mood | irate ]

Walking along this desolate road gets me nowhere.
Incomplete thoughts make their way around my mind as if they’re a fucking hamster on its wheel.
I wonder if you’ll come up behind me; running, yelling at me that you’re sorry and that we’ll be together forever.
For a minute there, I think I see you but it’s just a figment of my imagination.
You were erased from my mind along time ago.
Every memory carved into my head was concreted over.
And so was my heart.
Maybe one of these days this fucking endless road will take me somewhere.
Is there such a place called “Happily Ever After”?
If so, please show me the way.
My feet are starting to hurt and my head is spinning around and around from thinking too much.
I need my rest…
…from you, from your memories, from life…
….from everything that ever had to do with you.
I need to get away from life.
Possibly this road I’m following will take me to the very end.
I’ll come to a dead end.
Nothing but deceased trees, wilted flowers and freshly dug graves will surround me.
I’m weary and this place is unknown.
Is this “the” end because I’m not too sure if I’m ready for it or not.
I want to fight this road a mile or two more but I can’t.
I’ve become too weak.
Just like you.
I thought you fucking loved me.
I thought I meant the world to you.
What happened?
What could I have possibly done to have you escape from my life?
I don’t understand.
I followed this road to show me.
But instead I don’t get anything.
I just decide that this is it.
Every last thought will be thought here.
Every last tear will fall here.
Every last piece of my heart will crack here.
I’ll bury myself in someone else’s grave.
They’ll keep me company.
Maybe our souls will chat a bit, get to know each other.
Possibly talk over coffee.
If that’s even possible.
Maybe there is such a place called “Happily Ever After”.
I do believe so because I buried myself in it.

Hi, I'm amber. I just joined and thought I'd post this up on here. It's not one of my best but it's something.

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"Poets" [30 Dec 2003|10:11pm]
[ mood | mellow ]

ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
loved by a martyr
anointed by lust
screaming a whisper
in solace we trust..

fingernails scratching
across bloody walls
memories echoing
throughout the walls
the first one to move
is the first one to fall..

tremulous fingers
and demented minds
write delicate poems
fantastical rhymes
every soul searches
but nobody finds..

faster and faster
this spiral descends
shattered like glass
are these thoughts that transcend
and all that are left
are the books and the pens..

~john d'arcy~

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[20 Dec 2003|06:54pm]

[ mood | depressed ]

chalk waste

and as we stand here together
the skyscrapers dance
they move in ways that tell a story
of cement, nails, and forgotten ideas
you shiver as the cold wind of tomorrow's lies
circle and mock you

the chalk writings of autum leaves
fall to the earth and celebrate forgiveness
the crystal pipes
carry water to the sick
but you are too beautiful to hear this

you breathe
and the lights go out
illuminated eyes chase us
lets waste this

the roar of the silent ocean
bring us to our knees
and then we realize
there is nothing left
humanity has lost it's imagination
that is what keeps us alive

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[20 Dec 2003|02:13pm]

[ mood | cold ]

I haven't written anything lately. I have to wait for something to inspire me. It either takes a while or a few seconds. I hate having writer's block.

I've just been playing around with the chalkwritings layout.


Poem.. [17 Dec 2003|02:32am]
[ mood | scared ]

"The Coldest Sound

In the blank despair of winter
I made my way through a vast, icy wasteland
The snow fell around me as silent as death
As every wrong turn called me
Every dead end taunted me
I thought I heard a note of sound
Like a delicate finger grazing lightly on a piano key
I stumbled over a grave and into a high drift
A tomb, freshly hollowed for my demise
I pricked my finger
Letting the blood slowly fall
And as it dropped quietly onto the white world around me
It spread like a disease, melting the snow
Bringing with it the hope of a new season
I had brought the rebirth of spring

~ john d'arcy ~
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First entry! [16 Dec 2003|06:00pm]
Hi. I'm JD. I didn't even start this community, but I'm the first to join. Sad eh? Heeeheehehehe. Anyway, here I am.

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