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New stuff [May. 6th, 2004|11:12 pm]
rude_sanctuary
lonelycheese15
[Current Mood |groggygroggy]
[Current Music |"The Scientist" - forget who sings it...]

None of these have titles yet. If you have a title idea, tell me. ^_^ And "Untitled Three" is a short story. Not very long at all.

UNTITLED ONE
Hold me close
But let me go
And across the blue lake
We'll row
Together with love
In our hearts,
Together although
We're apart.

Stay with me
But leave me now
And hand in hand
We'll take a vow
To love each other
Forever more
And guide each other
Down the crowded floor.

Come to me
But stay away
And in your arms
I will lay
Peacefully
With no repent
And anxiously
For what the day has sent.

UNTITLED TWO
You ask for trust
But then you deceive.
You ask for faith
But you don't believe.
You ask for compassion
But you hurt others.
You ask for family
But you deny your brothers.
You ask for love
But you beat your wife.
You ask for death...
But you never had life.

UNTITLED THREECollapse )

Che
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Lacking [May. 4th, 2004|12:26 pm]
rude_sanctuary

rock_the_bunny
This is one of those poems
That should have been
Inspired by love
Or the gushing spring stream
Under blue skies
And vast greens of re-birth
It should have be written
While watching a lover sleep
With a smile curled on his lips
As if he dreams of something precious beyond words
Motivation for this poem
Would been better to have come
From the eyes of a new-born
Or the sweet songs of birds
Perched lazily on the branches
As the dawn breeches the horizon
The writer must be lacking
Life in some form
For so much inspiration
To remain unknown to her
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(no subject) [May. 1st, 2004|09:54 pm]
rude_sanctuary
lonelycheese15
[Current Mood |annoyedannoyed]
[Current Music |Some song from the movie "Labyrinth" sung by David Bowie]

I realize I haven't posted in a long while. My apologizes. It slipped my mind. :p But I do have many new poems. If you can think of a name for the ones that have none, tell me! I'd greatly appreciate it.

NO TITLE YET
Asleep in my arms
You're safe where you are.
No more worries for now
Just lay your weary head down.
I'll make your problems alright
And together we'll survive the cruel night.

NO TITLE YET
Catch me as I fall
For I fear of hitting the ground.
Hold me close and promise
That you will never put me down.
Let me know that when I slip
You'll be there to hold my hand.
I feel so much safer in your arms
Than I do when placed firmly on land.

Swimming in Death
Blood!
Pouring out of my soul.
Blood!
Pooling on the ground below.
Blood!
Flowing freely in the night.
Blood!
The result of an almost endless fight.
Blood!
Down my body it oozes.
Blood!
Landing on the ground where it chooses.
Blood!
Forming a thick, sticky gloss.
Blood!
And killing me with all of its loss.

Surviving
Although my smiles are gone
Life will still go on.
Although you left me wondering what to do
The truth is, I don't need you.

One Last Time
Let me enjoy your smile
Hold you close
And feel your warmth
And hear your voice
Whisper soft words
As your eyes sparkle
With love
One last time.
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How to Escape [Apr. 30th, 2004|01:10 pm]
rude_sanctuary

cyanide_sparkle
[Current Mood |crappycrappy]
[Current Music |Hot Hot Heat - Aveda]

Shadows block the Exit sign,
In this empty theater.
I push my way through,
The darkness,
Only to find,
That there is no door.

Panic sets in.
I can hear,
The drum beats,
In my chest cavity.

All those cookies and bottles,
"Eat me" and "Drink me",
Won't alter my size.
So when I cry,
My tears don't sweep me,
Through the keyhole.
They just drown me,
In my own idiocy.
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Hopeless [Apr. 29th, 2004|02:19 pm]
rude_sanctuary

cyanide_sparkle
[Current Mood |aggravatedaggravated]

Stranded in a Suburban Utopia.
"Caution, Ahead, Road to Nowhere."
Maybe this Corporate Metropolis
Is my Hell, my Bermuda Triangle,
My no-way-out wormhole.

The branches cling and grab,
Like skeleton hands,
Reaching to touch life,
From cold, withered death,
And lure us in,
To a hypnotic sleep.

All alone, isolated
From fresh human-toned voice,
And crowded, abundantly,
With motor noise, and false hope.

Bladder full, empty stomach,
Twighlight hides the face
Of in-mind inhibitions,
And in the haze thickened,
I can't seem to form
A coherent form
Of just dealing with reality.

An indecisive heart
Keeps me at bay
From feeling emotions.
Only shivers run through me.

(C) 2004, Adryenne M
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short poem [Apr. 27th, 2004|07:57 pm]
rude_sanctuary

cyanide_sparkle
Melt

Strange and uncommon thoughts,
Rattle like snakes,
In my head,
Like confusion and hysteria,
Of the braincells.
A collision of sparks,
Fireworks,
Wither my brain,
And make me dull.

(C) 2004, Adryenne M
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some poems... [Apr. 22nd, 2004|02:51 pm]
rude_sanctuary

cyanide_sparkle
[Current Mood |aggravatedaggravated]
[Current Music |Distillers - Young Girl]

Contemplation

Thoughts flock around me like an angry vista of moths to a flame.
Patter at me with soft and violent wings.
Yet when the wind carries them away,
I am left alone,
and ashamed,
with myself.


Emotions Lie / Jester

Forged emotions show me when I play the fool.
I'm unstable, unable,
To juggle all these restless energies at once.
I only have these two useles hands,
In which I already hold,
In one, my sanity,
In the other, my heart.
Armies of fools play and jest to no one.
We become drones that have no mission.
Turkeys, mouths open to the rain.


Unmistakable

It's a stellar hell when the skies turn black,
When the clouds rain blood.
The misscarriage of God.
This life force inside is leaking away...
Escaping the prison
Of this meaningless existence
Upon this broken Earth.


Oblivion

The ground shines with hidden mirrors,
And suddenly the streets,
Are paved with gold.
But as we look down with joy and wonder,
Walls crumble,
Streets collapse,
All building and creatign ceases,
For lack of anything better to do.

all (C) 2004, Adryenne M
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Two more... [Apr. 16th, 2004|04:03 pm]
rude_sanctuary
lonelycheese15
[Current Mood |aggravatedaggravated]
[Current Music |"Moonlight Sonata" - Beethoven]

Take My Hand
Take my hand
And hold me tight.
Let's pretend
Everything's alright.
No more illness
No more pain.
Just our willingness
To love again.
No more fights
And no more lies
And most of all
No more good-bye's.
Take my hand
And hold me tight.
Together we'll make
Everything alright.

Fatal Tide
Ice blue waters
Are pulling me down
And taking my air
And making me drown.
I want to fight
And be able to breathe
And live my life freely
But I don't want to leave.
So I let the tide take me
And claim me as its own
Because I'd much rather drown
Than be alone.

Che
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life cycle [Apr. 16th, 2004|01:33 pm]
rude_sanctuary

cyanide_sparkle
[Current Mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[Current Music |the distillers- the young crazed peeling]

moth wings,
turn to dust,
when touched.

so fragile,
so frail.

a wind current,
can make,
me dissapate.

there is something,
something immortal,
about death.
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(no subject) [Apr. 15th, 2004|10:26 pm]
rude_sanctuary
lonelycheese15
[Current Mood |accomplished]
[Current Music |"Zigunerleben" - German for "The Gypsey"... choir]

Have a poem! Not my best work.. but... eh. I have more that I'm not going to post because they're old. They're at http://bloodstainedtears.cjb.net. Everything else will come straight here, though. And I write a lot... ^_^

The Lonely Musician
You stand in the cold, dark night
Under tons of bright, hot lights.
The people in the crowd are cheering you on
And you smile but really wish you were gone.
You play and sing as the drummer keeps time
Though you pay no attention to the rhythm or rhyme.
You catch your breath as your head screams in pain
On the outside your having fun but it's all in vain.
When it's over the crowd cheers and you take your last bow
You thought your choice had been right, but the fun is gone now.
As you walk off the stage you feel like such a disgrace
And before anyone can see, you wipe a tear from your face.
You're glad to leave, though you'll be here again
It's all a part of the life of the lonely musician.

Che
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