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laura-stridiron
laura-stridiron
American
Searching for truth where dishonesty reigns Insecure lies leaving blood soaked stains Believing in words spilt onto a page Trusting with faith what reason cant gauge Hope but a memory, a far distance to travel The heart ponders questions a mind can't unravel The mystery of forever is reflected in doubt a riddle for which there is no way out For the brightest of stars can still crash and burn a self sacrifice with no lesson learned Trailing but memories of dreams still unspoken revealing the vileness of a soul far too broken But if faith and reason should ever align Hope can perhaps make a small ember shine
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC
Hope Bleeds
Ever After Its past the time for fairy tales, or wishes that come true. Much too late for breadcrumb trails, too broke to buy a clue. The knight in shining armor has put away his steed; the princess, if someone would harm her, will scream a useless plead. The dragons have free reign to roar, the ogres feed on dreams. Trolls control the bridge once more. Futiley the princess screams. Seem “Happily Ever After” and the stories we were told. Became quite a disaster, youthful dreams bought and sold.
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 7:44 AM UTC
Everafter
Beware while you are sleeping, that's when he comes creeping. Slithering out from under your bed, better hope that he's been fed. He likes to feast on runny noses makes a snack of smelly toeses, he licks up hair like cotton candy, ear wax he this is rather dandy. Sometimes, he will chomp on feet but eyeballs are a special treat. But what he really loves the most is fresh brain on whole wheat toast. He's an evil little dude with a nasty attitude, and a great huge appetite always wanting to take a bite. He's invincible in the dark but even a tiny spark or glow of light upon his skin, will make him start to cringe. He'll let out an awful yowl, followed by a mournful howl. His skin will blister, burn and bubble, then he'll melt into a puddle. So, when you jump into bed tonight be sure to leave on a little light, then you'll have nothing to worry about- Unless, of course, the lights go out
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 7:36 AM UTC
A Bedtime Story
And there was nothing left but ashes and well smoked cigarettes, and an empty bottle of cheap wine that had swallowed my regrets. As the night slipped into morning bringing light and heat and haze, so the madness slipped asunder, knowing sanity's meant for days. But the night will soon return again with madness at its side, and we'll have our midnight dance again, the dark beast and his bride
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 7:35 AM UTC
After Midnight
And there was nothing left but ashes and well smoked cigarettes, and an empty bottle of cheap wine that had swallowed my regrets. As the night slipped into morning bringing light and heat and haze, so the madness slipped asunder, knowing sanity's meant for days. But the night will soon return again with madness at its side, and we'll have our midnight dance again, the dark beast and his bride
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 7:35 AM UTC
After Midnight
Patience is a virtue well, I'm not a virtuous girl The seconds drag like hours till you're back in my world Sleepwalk my day through mundane things, socks and locks and chicken wings Want to set a plan in action you're such a beautiful distraction My mind races to future dreams in my brain a movie streams future times, undone crimes unspoken signs and movie lines Want to make the clock tick faster not afraid of this disaster Want to set a plan in action you're such a beautiful distraction An hour passes, then two more my heart imagines whats in store One day gone and then another wonder if you'll like my mother? My feet never touch the ground I'm screaming but I make no sound Want to set a plan in action you're such a beautiful distraction Heart open to all possibilities only held back my abilities to please you, tease you hold you, squeeze you Hoping you'll return the favor time with you is what I savor thrill me, fill me tempt me, **** me Want to set this plan in action Oh, you're such a beautiful distraction
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Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 7:40 PM UTC
Beautiful Distraction
Tried to take a snapshot of the joy within my heart but the colors couldn't capture the brightness of my soul Tried to paint a picture of the solitude I felt but the unforgiving canvas only showed a blob of grey Tried to sculpt a model of the strength within my mind but the clay was soft, my inept hands couldn't make it behave Tried to compose a symphony of all I've ever been but the notes were shrill and piercing in my ears So I will try to capture my soul upon this page exuberant joy bounces righteous anger seethes envy and greed sicken rage burns hot hatred reigns despair washes over contentment settles in sadness lingers mingles with loneliness ecstasy thrills faith falters hope survives
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
Capturing Life
Pills, pills all shapes and all sizes, white ones and pink ones, all full of surprises. This one to be happy and that one to sleep. Another for calmness, one so I don't weep. Red ones and blues ones big ones and small, I'll mix them together and have a pill ball. My minds a bit fuzzy, I cant think quite straight. I pour all the pills on a very big plate. Swallow them down with some wine or some beer, ***** or *** whatever is near. The tension is leaving my minds finally clear, I can finally relax now the end is quite near. I awaken to brimstone, fire and death. The air is quite acrid, hard to take a breath. And now I admire how far I have fell Now I'll be your demon and haunt you from hell.
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 7:33 AM UTC
Demon Pills
They said it wasn't right, wasn't normal not how a life should be. They said she is too smart, she is too pretty not right to waste her gifts. So, I took the beast and squashed him swallowed him and made him small to fit in a small corner of my stomach. I feed him chocolates and wine to keep him quiet,keep him still. Then I bought a mask of normalcy (it came with an appropriate smile) so I splurged on the accessories! A thoughtful frown, a look of concern, a how-to book to fool the masses. Now They look at me and smile “My, she looks so healthy, see how carefree and happy!” and they whisper “How wonderful, she never cries anymore” But the beast, though he is resting, knows all that's going on. Sometimes he tears at my stomach,clawing his way out and up my throat. More chocolate! More wine! A cigarette to occupy him! A shot of coffee to confuse him! He quiets for a while,still restless the anger, rage and pain hard to keep locked away so long. But, They say that this is better,in the long run for us all But when I shoved him in his tiny cell, he didn't go alone. He stole the flames of love and passion,to burn his hate and rage. Swiped the heart of kindness and compassion,to pierce with violent anger. Took the soul of joy and brightness,choked it with jealousy and pain. Sometimes, when I'm feeling brave I let him out-for just a little while To see if he can behave. Testing to see if They can tell that he is among us. They are blissfully unaware of his presence, for a while. But he always trips up, always shows his hand he must be punished. Squashed back down to his dank pit, My stomach feeling queasy from his sickness. And I quiet him again, with chocolates and wine, keeping him drunken and content. But the truth, the truth is I miss him. Copyright © 2010 Laura Verdi Stridiron
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
The Beast in Remission
They said it wasn't right, wasn't normal not how a life should be. They said she is too smart, she is too pretty not right to waste her gifts. So, I took the beast and squashed him swallowed him and made him small to fit in a small corner of my stomach. I feed him chocolates and wine to keep him quiet,keep him still. Then I bought a mask of normalcy (it came with an appropriate smile) so I splurged on the accessories! A thoughtful frown, a look of concern, a how-to book to fool the masses. Now They look at me and smile “My, she looks so healthy, see how carefree and happy!” and they whisper “How wonderful, she never cries anymore” But the beast, though he is resting, knows all that's going on. Sometimes he tears at my stomach,clawing his way out and up my throat. More chocolate! More wine! A cigarette to occupy him! A shot of coffee to confuse him! He quiets for a while,still restless the anger, rage and pain hard to keep locked away so long. But, They say that this is better,in the long run for us all But when I shoved him in his tiny cell, he didn't go alone. He stole the flames of love and passion,to burn his hate and rage. Swiped the heart of kindness and compassion,to pierce with violent anger. Took the soul of joy and brightness,choked it with jealousy and pain. Sometimes, when I'm feeling brave I let him out-for just a little while To see if he can behave. Testing to see if They can tell that he is among us. They are blissfully unaware of his presence, for a while. But he always trips up, always shows his hand he must be punished. Squashed back down to his dank pit, My stomach feeling queasy from his sickness. And I quiet him again, with chocolates and wine, keeping him drunken and content. But the truth, the truth is I miss him. Copyright © 2010 Laura Verdi Stridiron
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No, my names not sweetheart, princess or baby girl nor am I a brilliant star shining over the world. And did you ever think that maybe I don't want to be your baby? I'd also like to mention when I speak your attention should be focused on my face, not any other place. Because your mental ************ causes much frustration. Is it surprising to know I wanted more than to simply be your ***** So when you lie and say forever I'll just laugh and say whatever.
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
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