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State Regulated MurderRadiation seeped through her chest Blue flashes from the humming machine, Cut into her eyes and scurried behind the enlarging pupils. The identification bracelet read “question mark” This little girl, soaking wet with splattered red drips. Barefoot, she stood there, A waterfall of matted dark curls pasted upon olive skin “Look at that child,” the technician pondered As he draped her with the suffocating apron “Barely eight and completely alone.” They found her wandering the fields Ducking behind a termite ridden barn When the soundState Regulated Murder
by ~Akasha922
Cable Box ConversionThe television would glow long after she got home. (It always did.) She, the girl next door, drank too much for his liking Seventeen and pixie like, exiting from a new car every sunrise With her scent of vodka and raspberry Spilling off her neck and soaring into his window He became her guardian A hawk, watching, until the familiar smell hid behind the closed door of apartment 56B They had never met before But he felt obligated to protect her This loner loved his charge His heart breaking a little more with each 2am car door slam The clock mocked him, ticking backwards &nCable Box Conversion
by ~Akasha922
Cherry ShameWe are the holy ones who cried wolf Draped in ivory lace Our heels gripping marbleCherry Shame
Holding us back from ceremonial carpeting
The path of sanctity Which our ancestors chose to journey As we walk, we blush A vibrant red hue The first hint of the sin we have committed Because underneath, we bleed Thick, flowing virginal blood Given by another One who wasn’t worthy to drink the spiritual wine, Or eat the everlasting body with us The innocent white roses
That were thrown onto our makeshift bed become a dyed crimson bouquet While our veils
by ~Akasha922
To Die Surrounded By ColorYou live for nights like this.To Die Surrounded By Color
When the lighting flashes the exact shade of blue you wish your eyes were and the clouds are eruptions of thick black smoke wrapping around hard, cold brick buildings.
You sit there, cross legged on the cool pavement staring up at the sky, feeling the heaviest and most violent rain spiral down upon your face. Wind rips through your ragged hair just like the struggles between your father and mother.
Crash Lighting hits the building. Flames spark.
But the rain has no sympathy for the cold brick. It accelerates the flame. Neither of them had a
by ~Akasha922
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- Current Residence: The line between genious and insanity
- Interests: Writing. Music. Friends.
- Favourite movie: Thirteen Ghosts. SAW. The Craft.
- Favourite band or musician: ICP. KMK. ABK. Boondox. Twiztid. Necro. Blaze. Potluck.
- Favourite genre of music: Underground
- Favourite poet or writer: Anne Rice. Edgar Allen Poe.
- Personal Quote: There is only one first love.
- Email: BringMeToLife_13@yahoo.com
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if i find out about you and your "friends" at the java hut talking about me again, you WILL regret it. i don't care what you think about me, but when i go out of my way to help you, YOU FUCKING APPRECIATE IT, because i hate you now, and i will for a long, long time after this.
~cutter
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"Life is overwhelming, heavy is the head that wears the crown. I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down."
~Limp Bizkit
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"Do they know
They are trapped?
...Let's celebrate the modern end"
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