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Wednesday, August 3rd, 2005
5:57 pm
Short Story Blurb
So here it is, a story I came up with. Kind of creeped me when I wrote it but whatever, that's what this is for right? The story is titleless because I can't think of one, so if can think of one tell me k?

Running. That's all I seem to be doing lately. I run from my parents, my friends, even myself. It's not that I mean to, it's just that I need to get away from everything familiar. It hurts. All of it hurts. Everything of my fears, sorrows, even joys cause pain. Why can't I be emotionless or why can't I be emotionless or why can't I be struck with amnesia? I guess life doesn't work that way. I bet Mother Nature, Time, and Life all meet together for tea to discuss ways to make my life a living nightmare. Curse them for making my life lonely.
No one, absolutely no one, understands what I go through. First, I lost someone dear to me. Next, I'm being attacked by things I can't see but only feel, yes, I'm talking about vengeful spirits. Then, to top it all off, I have to face my regular life and make masks to hide what truly lies in me. But why make masks when I wish for help? I don't know, maybe you can figure that out once you finish reading this. Don't bother asking me for help then, because by the time you do finish this, I'll be halfway to the ocean being dragged by the river current.

Ok that was a little morbid.... So what do you think? (by the way I wrote this at 1:30 in the morning)

Current Mood: meh
Friday, July 8th, 2005
1:54 am
Okay :sweatdrop: I have sort of let thios community go cause I have been busy laterly and not really checking this site.
But that all going to change.
I will be looking up some ghost stories myself, posting them. Then sending emails to all my friends to come and comment.
Anyone else is free to do the same if they wish.

Current Mood: anxious
Tuesday, June 7th, 2005
8:24 pm
Ya, ya another poem. My muses sort of died of unnatural causes on me and so i'm trying to find some replacment muses. I'll post a story sometime soon though.

On the border of life
On the border of death
There I wait for you
On this border comes
The birth of a boy
The death of a man
There I await for you
Neither living nor dead
For time will come
When I will meet you again

White flowers will fall
Followed by black
For you will be
Both life and death
The coming as one
Light and dark
The opposite twins
Are pulled together
Exist same time
Eternal same place

So here I will wait
On the border of life
On the border of death
Right hand holding a white flower
Left hand holding a black flower
Awaiting your return
Till you awaken my blood
In sleep laden rest
Friday, May 6th, 2005
11:00 pm
In This Darkness Bound
Slitting her wrists
Healing light burns
open, close, open, close
The flow of blood enraptures her
crimson designs on pale skin
Scars heal and fade
leaving flawless flesh

Back into her normal life
Her friends
unaware of the darkness in her heart
the thoughts in her head
Her sins a brand
Invisible to others

Marks of sin
dark secrets
Kept in her own world
to protect them.

cold black skies
show her tossing in silk sheets
Trapped in herself
as crows peck
and gargoyles scratch
And she is trapped
in a cage of thorns
Listless spirits mock her nightmares
her screams

When she wakes she smiles
hiding despair
but then courts Death
playing with razorblades

Make the nightmares come out
of this skin
of this mind
Make the fear go away
so that she can smile
and not hate herself for it.

For she has nothing left
her pretty face and thin body
she starves and cuts

“do you want to die?” they ask
and she

Nightmares turn into reality
She is chained and caged
sleeps in drugged chaos
No longer able to cry out
when the goblins scratch
and the waters choke
No longer able to coax the nightmares
out with her blood

Needing an angel to find her
to kiss and wake her
like in the fairy tales she loves
but has lost

and yet she wakes sometimes
tears on her face
scars so clear to no one but her
half-crying a name she does not know

“come find me”
“come find me”
“break the chains
and carry me away”
“wrapped in your arms
carried by your wings”
“so that I am no longer
in this darkness bound”

Current Mood: indescribable
10:55 pm
Battered Wings
Not really horror, but it's angsty and slightly morbid, with a much bigger and squiked story behind it that may or may not ever see the light of day ^^


I want the stars to shine above me
I dream of the crescent moon
only to wake in this dark space

I need to breathe
I want to feel the wind
as I am smothered in scorching air

Will I ever have the courage to reach out of the shadows and grasp the light?

Fires flicker with no heat
and yet they burn
pools of blood scattered among cooling magma and sharp rocks
Sorrow chokes the air
No living thing could survive this

Don’t leave me for the shadows to find

Please release me
stay the whip
unlock the chains

My cries fall on deaf ears
Does it please you that I am so broken?
Living to spite myself
unwilling to scream through the torture

My spirit no longer a part of me
hovering between life and
something else
I turn away from the reaper
but I will not run back to your arms

feathers float to your feet
You have torn my wings

Current Mood: hope you like
Monday, May 2nd, 2005
6:25 pm
My Mask
Not sure if this fits but i wanna post it :) even though its under my account already....

Lying here staring at the wall
Feeling like my world will fall
Saneness long given to confusion
Clear thoughts all but delusion
Emotion seeps in, tearing me apart
My true self hidden deep in my heart
Ask for the key to make an emotion mask
I’m a pro, but please don’t ask.
Pain and suffering, a dash of some lies
Thrown together in some depression pies.
I can run from the world
As lies, hurt, pain are hurled
But they will catch you,
Fry you, and mash you.
They will leave you miserable
Ugly, unkissable
Lost in your life
You pay the unpayable tithe
And all for what?
To shelter your life with a mask like a hut?
Don’t be a moron like I am and once was
Expose your emotion whether your hurt or just ‘cause
You’ll feel better and not have to suffer
And here is something from my own mother:
“Do as I say, not as I do”
Maybe it can be a motto for you.
When faced with misery, remember all I have said
Don’t follow in the way I went, for your life will seem dead.
If you wish to hurt then I will make you your mask
But I hope, I wish, that you never have to ask.

Current Mood: mmmm sugar
Saturday, April 30th, 2005
2:35 pm
Hello once again.
I have decided that I have waited long enough so here is a angsty poem that I have written and I am in love with called Sins. Hopefully sometime later tonight I will be able to add a ghost story after I go hunting later tonight.
Bon Fright!

Screaming softly
slowly crying
my heart’s breaking
as my true love’s dying.
Darkness beckons
as the crimson tears flow
from the hollow windows
of my soul.

Pain and sorrow
have induced
the frigid numbness
that is my noose.
A calm exterior
hides completely
a raging core
of darkness creeping.

Wrath corrupts me
with dark desire
as I fall
from my safety wire.
My wails of anguish
go unheard
among the noise
of the bristling world.

Envy traps me
in emerald chains
to keep my light
somewhat waned.
As I watch love bloom
in other’s hearts
who speak sweet words
soft as larks.

Lust tries to tempt me
with a siren glance
full of youthful grace
and passionate dance.
The last true kiss
of a false façade
leave a bitter taste
etched by claws.

Sloth leads me
In my daily life
through abuse more painful
than the dullest knife.
The world flashes by
at a pace I can’t equal
immobilized by chains
this fate’s eternal.

Gluttony cause
an unquenchable need
of thirst and hunger that
drive maddened deeds.
Hunger, pain,
though my gut do rip
like an iron fist
with a dead mans grip.

Never enough
will it be
what I can get my hands on
when I’m ruled by greed.
Make these desires
disappear, go away
for their haunted calls
cause my resolve to sway.

Prideful boasts
land me in trouble
as I met the fist
of my double.
They hunt me always
for what I’ve said
my broken bones and bruises
caused by rusty lead.

What is it about me
that attracts the sins
7 deadly angels who are
humanity’s kin.
We called to them
and they came
now of strong bright sprits
they have tamed.
Our malevolent protectors
they forever be
for we are too tasty a treat
for them to set free.

Why am I destined
to remain alive
when all I want is
to fall down and die.
In the time
I spent on this earth
I’ve done so much
but nothing of worth.

Forever to infinity
I will be
haunted by the deadly deeds
that call to me.
For they seem to
have become addicted
to my sinful fall
my emotions constricted.

Never once again
will they leave me alone
for they love
my screams and moans.

Current Mood: amused
Monday, April 25th, 2005
8:48 pm
Welcome once again to my little shop of horrors.
While we are waiting for a few more lost souls to join us there is no reason that the rest of you can not post.
If no one posts in the next couples of day I will grudely go first, but I do wish for someone other than myself to start us off for I wish to share. That and not steal someone idea.
For everyone reference you can put up a story or poem. So anyone can feel free to go post happy.
Enjoy a chilling night. I wish you luck feeding off the terror you induce into the others souls.

(I like getting into creepy character...not I must just find a costume.)

Current Mood: amused
Sunday, April 17th, 2005
5:23 pm
Welcome one and all
I am the creator of this fun live journal community and since it is my first one I ask all of you to show me some patience for it will take me a little while to get the hang of it.
The basic idea behind this community is sort of the same one that was on the tv show called "Are you afraid of the dark?" Anyone can post a story they thinks fits in here. The only requirement is that it either scary, or sends the reader shivers, that all. Then people call have all the fun they want posting comments to each story. The comments should be on the story but can be of a less serious nature.
Everyone have fun, enjoy and let have scary one another.

O and one more thing. Anyone who joins will become one of my minions for I am the Queen of morbidity (I am also known as the queen of happy) since I write very dark morbid angsty poems which I can show to those who are interested. All you have to do is ask.

That and GIANT BEAR HUG and cookie to those who have stopped by.

Current Mood: ecstatic
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