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 Aug 2015
Emma Jean Bell
Unfortunately the dust has built up on a letter i wrote to you filled with fear,
a transparent way of combining my fears and infatuation for you.
I expressed my fears in ink, but also in dust,
for i never felt worthy enough,
that letter was never sent.
Fear a word that describes what still overpowers the vibration of atoms formed into the image of me, never able to express, never able to breathe.
I have hidden behind a persona of intelligence and speaking with lack of emotions,
a persona i have used to cover up my deep insecurities.
Deep like the ocean blue,
Im drowning in my own ocean, metaphorically speaking my insecurities are the liquid in which forms around me,
and it has become a way of life.
To feel this way, is to not feel at all.
To live this way, is to not live at all.
My heart may beat, but for what purpose?
103 beats per minute, minutes.
It beats because of time.
Time is everything, and time with you is everything to me.
This is a journal entry of mine from July 10th, 5:10 pm.
 Aug 2015
Anna McElroy
In my eyes you are sunshine always.
I get jealous of the people you show your light too, the people that you warm with your heart, the people that get to touch your soul constantly.
Anger stirs in my chest knowing I can’t touch your soul constantly,
I can’t always be warmed by your light, knowing you’re giving comfort and love to someone who isn’t me.
I irk for your love,
but if I don’t have all of it I don’t want any of it.
it's everywhere
though no eyes can see
but it can be felt
sometimes blissful
sometimes mournful
no genius can grasp the existence of it
no one could comprehend
it's beyond perception
it's complex
it takes place everyday
it's veracity
no drug could cure
no one could cease
no one could hiatus
and everyone felt it
though it fade
but when time comes
another will came
though it ache
but when time comes
it will heal

©IGMS 2014
love is inevitable
and so does pain
 Aug 2015
Mysterious Aries
Through toil great wisdom instilled in my box
In that case I reckoned that I am a blessed fox
But it seems to me that all in vain
Because of my succumb that I can't refrain

Alas... Death to its fangs all our knowledge will be wrack
And who knows what's beyond death, might be all totally black
Are we still sting with the same looping dilemma
In the land of dead are we still haunt by this kind of enigma
Bold and Shameless is a book written by yours truly in the year of 2002.
 Aug 2015
Storm Raven
Am I loosing myself?
Or did I years ago?
Is that why I feel so empty inside?
 Aug 2015
Mallow
Monkeys staring at the eyeballs in our heads
The forced rope ties tighter and pops out the vein
The process takes a moment but no more than a feather being blown
Sun beams now highlight the velvet hour.

Sand castles keep the sand man guarded and safe
In return, we have another day swallowed by the unaccomplished.
Spirited with a medical remedy
Lovers say a happy goodnight to the days ahead.

String haired figurines on the walls form the decor in this doll house
The rooms sit back to back but remain mostly vacant.
She dances around the room and tries on the attire
Forming the platform for our intimate silent exchange.

The chair pulls down and gravity makes its move
Maps form plans to be affiliated with a higher member
But with refusal, we can sit and add wood to an internal stove
Write stories noticed by no-one living in elegant designed routine.

They say its madness that gets you in the end.

*I dont think I agree!
 Aug 2015
Doofinity
Ink freckles my fingers
as I scroll quill upon parchment
Creating constellations
reflecting my heart's lament
Love, a single word
written terse
Yet stains the page
with endless verse.
 Aug 2015
Mysterious Aries
Woman what do you have that I cannot refrain?
A fragrance that bite me like a snake poisoning my brain
A  beauty that dashed even in my dream
To see you and to kiss your lips is all that I aim

Woman what do you have that I can't refused?
I will do everything for you, I can be stupidly used
You can make me dance naked, can even feed me dust
Just your smile I will step on the broken glass

Woman what do you have that can magnet
That can glue my yes to a bad decision with no regret
You can soften my heart that was made of stone
I can't live without you, seems you are part of my bone

Woman what do you have that made me lose
Have no bow and arrow but beat me, more than this close
Have no sword but you made the king kneel
All you have was your beauty and softness of skin, that really can ****

Woman what do you have that bewitched a man
That made us climb the highest tower in our beautiful land
That made us catch the shooting stars
Willing to jump on the street and be hit by a fast speedy car

Woman what do you have that made us strong
Your touch can bring peace of mind, so much as hearing a lovely song
Just one sweet word from you, even it is not long
Truly a medicine that can heal us all along....

Woman what do you have???



written: September 24, 2014 @ 10:30pm
Mysterious Aries
 Aug 2015
Mysterious Aries
Can you blame me when I said that "I really love dreaming"
In my reverie I can count the stars and to me they are glittering
I can kiss the clouds and they hug me there
But what have you brought me reality? Nothing but air

But to be fair reality its true that sometimes you gave me gay
Sometimes the wind hear my laughters, at times both of us play
But most reality, most of the time you gave me agony and pain
To your puzzle who's gonna turn not to be insane
 Aug 2015
Mysterious Aries
Yes in my dream, there in a blink of an eye I've build my palace
In my head was a crown, made up of expensive glass
A scene that I declared full of justice indeed
Because in here, all human to me heed

But then the threat of nightmare is always there
He knows what to do to ruined us, he really don't care
He will attack us till we are hopeless
Yes indeed reality, you are the nightmare that made us breathless
 Aug 2015
Mysterious Aries
May all holy possessed my beloved pen
My hope too that also those maleficent
In my case I chose no wise of fool
So you are welcome though nice or ugly soul

Come lost soul and take me to the bottomless abysses
There where numb bleed from thy eyes
Where I see demons triumphs while angels woe
A place with unceased bliss and there's no blue
 Aug 2015
ryn
Awake this day...
And never fear.
I believe...
everything would be much clearer.
This day more than most...

For this day...
And everyday forward,
the sun would rise in haste to propose a toast...
to the undoubtedly most significant people... 

in my heart...

The moon would pull on the tides...
My thoughts and well wishes on waves they ride,
racing to farthest reaches of your recluse.

Just so this day you'd know
More than most days would show...
That my belief will withstand the fires of a hundred guns.
That my love would blaze with the fury of a thousand suns.

Know that,
this day the planets and stars finally would inherit their orbit true.

This day...
And everyday forth...

the universe would and must revolve around you.
For the writers who've left...
It was a day like today when
I found myself nearly paralyzed
unable to move myself from my bed.
This existential depression is crippling.
Living like the dead.

I need a purpose, I need a reason
to continue down this path called life
but with out turning to hedonism.

But I have no real passions
I have no real hobbies.
I'm just sitting around waiting
stuck in purgatory.

If you've read my rants before you'll know of my nihilism.
And I've struggled to find the will to live for quite some time now.
I'm seeing several psychs and on a multitude of meds
that I will gladly abuse to try to transcend
to something greater.
Something more.
But this "instant-gratification" lifestyle can't go on forever.

Because money runs thin
and I hate running.
My lungs are filling up
and its with nothing healthy.
This low self-esteem feels like drowning.
Living like a problem not worth solving.
Each day passes, each the same.
Moving forward toward monotony.
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